((To make up for my delay in responding, I'll try to add more to this than I usually would))
@Warsman:
The beast's rage was never capable of defending it from the specific psychic probing process used to shut it down whenever it came time to send Pierre back to his cage. A unbridled sea of anger parted way to the warsman as he found the backdoor, one fragment of it's mind that was isolated and always kept calm, an island of contentment in a sea of unbridled rage. The island, perhaps the last part of the mind of the creature that could be considered "sane" by human standards, took the shape of a simple glowing white sphere in the middle of a raging torrent of images of bloody death, pure red anger, betrayal. and searing pain.
The sphere didn't seem connected to any other part of the gestalt mind of the death harbinger, or even anything tangientially human, instead radiating a soft glow of positive energy as it's tendrils started to respond to the commands of the Warsman, bobbing slightly in acknowledgement as it started to direct the killing rage of the beast elsewhere. Externally, the harbinger's raging expression and shrieks began to quiet as it's fire was being redirected. It began to turn away, but then a silver object lodged itself in his throat and exploded with titanic force.
@Coven_:@Rumble Man :
Within the mind of Pierre, a shriek of agony went through as the logic bomb went through it, the process of accessing it's mind opening up the island of sanity to the wave of force and emotive power. Like an atoll facing a Tsunami, the glowing Sphere began to be swept away by the blast, it's form being scattered as it received much of the power meant for it's hate and rage, though many of the embittered souls in it's psyche were swept aside by the logic bomb; their outrage snuffing out like candles in a hurricane. The shards of the sphere cracked apart with a massive psychic crash; the telepathic sound of breaking glass echoing across the planet.
Confused, wounded, and pissed the hell off, the remaining spirits in it's brain began to scream into Pierre's psyche with ever increasing volume. It stumbled backwards, clutching it's head as unspeakable pain went through it's mind like a white hot poker being shoved into it's cerebrum. It began to shriek and roar as it thrashed and flailed, trying to recover from the psychic assault as the island of contentment in it's brain desperately tried to reform as per it's "programming" so to speak, trying to reform the back door. But now the thing regained it's footing, it's anger and hate resurging like a nearly snuffed out fire being fed fresh oxygen.
Consumed by the tempest of emotion in it's mind, it's anger was lit anew when military forces began to open fire on it, many of the weapons being turned on ranging from classified to only those not in the military to black ops weapons one could be tried for treason for so much as seeing them in operation. Shells, bolts, bullets, missiles, beams, and blasts of all sorts began to impact it, it's hands going down from it's head and at chest level as it balled them up into fists.
Obscene anger filled it's mind as pain anew was fed into it. It felt the fists and powers of no-name metahumans, the scorching beams and whirling blows of U-men still loyal to the Government, the thundering shells of heavy artillery and tanks, missiles and bombs from planes and soldiers, bullets and energy bolts from a parade of various kinds of guns.
An ear splitting roar came from it, shattering what windows remained and shaking the very earth as it's body began to burn red and orange with the power of spite. A shockwave of anger and loathing boomed out from his mind in all directions, and the sheer concentration of anger and hate began to push on reality, with ever so slight shifts in probability following in the wake of the disruption of time and space. It had entered burn-out mode.
If it knew that entering such a mode gave it a time limit to it's rampage, one that could be shortened by enemy attacks, it probably didn't care. A massive magnetic "repelling" pulse thundered out from it at the gathered troops that were attacking it, picking up and carrying anything magnetic they caught and hurling them away as Pierre let forth electric energy into it's hands, slamming them into the earth to create an incadescent blue, circular shockwave about ten feet tall to incinerate or ragdoll away the remaining ground based foes with lightning.
All around it, things began to burn, trees, people, gas lines, car fuel, telephone poles, and bathed in this blaze of anger, it let loose molten fury from it's eyes, maw, and outstretched hands. Blazing red energy once again slammed into the defiant shield as Glitch turned to note the rampaging Frankenstein, missiles arcing from it's back and spewing forth contrails that for a brief moment, resembled the wings of an angel and sought out the flying enemies assaulting it. And not too far away, four of the earthbound Frankensteins gathered to try and stop their rogue Alpha specimen.
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