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Marco turned his attention to Cynthia, who seemed to have misunderstood Hekapoo's instructions.
"Cynthia!" Marco called for the future princess' attention. "She means blow out the fire that's over their heads! That's how you stop them!"
Ben Reilly shot Marco with a confused look before muttering to himself, "It can't be that easy..."
Star, however, was blasting the clone swarm with her wand's magic. "Narwhal Blast!" the young princess screamed as her wand fired magical narwhal constructs to knock the Heka-Carnages away from the remaining villagers. Star sighed as she wiped the sweat from her brow only to be mortified at what she saw.
"Marco!" Star cried out as the Heka-Carnage swarm around Marco.
"Don't worry, Star!" Marco entered his karate stance. "I got this..."
The Heka-Carnage swarm lashed out at Marco, who quickly jumped out of the way and snuffed out the fire from one of them which caused the horrific thing to disintegrate.
"Oh wow... You really do got this, Marco!" Star cheered on her dear friend as he used his skills he gained from the neverzone to dodge the symbiote clones' attacks.
"So, it is that easy..." Ben Reilly chuckled to himself before looking at his web-shooters. "Now I really wish Pete was here..."
Squads of Security Personnel stormed into the courtyard where Carnage had butchered his fellow inmates and Ravencroft staff with little regard.
Carnage looked over his shoulder and cackled at the sight of Ravencroft's security force, "It's about time you guys showed up! I was getting bored!"
The security guards replied by firing their sonic guns at Carnage.
"You got to be kidding me," the security guard was horrified to discover that the sonic blasts had little effect on the psychopathic symbiote.
Carnage's tendrils quickly pierced through the guards' armor and tore them apart. However one guard managed to slip away and ran through the bloodied corridors of Ravencroft in search of sanctuary, with Carnage's maddening laughter echoing throughout the asylum. Soon the guard came to the end of the hallway, to see that the doors were bolted shut.
With the thought of escape nothing more but a faded memory, the guard mustered up the courage to turn around and face Carnage by himself... The last thing he saw was a red blade going straight into his eye.
"Cletus... I am very pleased to see that you are whole once more," a voice said that brought a momentary pause to Carnage's slaughter.
"What the hell are you doing here, shorty!?" Carnage glared at the source of the voice, the Darkhold Dwarf.
"I thought we already had this talk before this Battleworld nonsense, Cletus," the Darkhold Dwarf shook his head in disappointment. "I am here to simply remind you, Cletus..."
"What!?" Carnage roared at the Dwarf, whom chuckled in response.
"While the very fabric of creation has been meddled with, your destiny remains all the same, Cletus..." the wretched agent of Cathon grinned before disappearing in the shadows he came from.
"I get it now, man..." Carnage stood there as a malicious grin formed on his horrid face. "I gotta paint the whole $#@%& town red!"