Astra: Good. Everyone. We strike at nightfall.

A yes sir rings in this area.

This was the last night of restful sleep we would get for a long time.

--- Chapter 31 ---

The gang takes naps throughout the day, in shifts, while others are on patrol. There is little to no conversation. There is something that Luna notes, whenever one of the nine goes out, they get in a sort of outfit, they look odd, but she didn't question it. Everyone, now rested, groups up before nightfall.

Zetsu: Chances are they will attack tonight. Everyone stays on high alert. The citizens were told to stay indoors and take shelter. Is everyone ready to go?

The group: Yup!

This was said in an assortment of colors, to reflect the interesting personalities of those present.

Zetsu: Are you all “charged” Sole?

The emptiness previously seen in his eyes are lifted with a spark, he lifts his left arm and pats his barely existent muscle. And in a childish tone he says-

Sole: Yup! All good to go.

Zetsu: Good. Do you all know your patrol lines?

The group nods and heads on their way. Luna is wandering the same direction as the previously shy pink haired girl. Though instead of a frilly dress, she now wears a tight set of pink clothing, and she seems much less shy.

Luna: Hi im Luna, I know this isn't the best time for introductions, but I haven't seen you before, and this is a dangerous mission…

???: Don't worry, you won't die. If you're on this mission, that means the master trusts your strength. Oh, and I'm Sasha.

Luna: Heh, thanks for that. I'm getting really nervous.

Sasha: Don't be, you will be fine. I don't mean to scare you, but the moment you let fear take over, you lost. You can't see them, but remember the reason you're fighting. Without us, the people of this town… They're dependent on us, so lets not keep them waiting.

Luna: I never thought about it that way. It's a lot of pressure but, you're right. Me failing is not an option.

Sasha: Mhm, that's the spirit. Now go get em. This is my turn, so best of luck Luna.

Luna: Thanks Sasha.

They go their separate ways to do their different routes. In one alleyway, an extremely buff individual is walking with two attractive ladies. They seem drunk, and the ladies look small under his muscle mass, despite them being normal size. A small ramshackle cloaked figure walks up to him.

???: You know we're supposed to be inside right? There's supposed to be an attack tonight.

Buff Guy: HA! Kid do you know who da fuck I am? Im Potrus thesss deadly you little shit, like hell can they kill me.

???: Oh, Potrus huh? Your one of the top 100 vigilantes right?

Potrus: Heh, you hear that ladies, we have a fan. If you take that shitty ass cloak off, I'll sign it for yah. Then you can get out of the fucking way you little shit.

???: How fortunate. We were outnumbered by one, who new a vigilante would be here.

Potrus: The fuck?

He takes his hood off, revealing a cold, young expressionless face.

Astra: You will join the ranks for now.

Potrus: Wait, so you're one of the people attacking? HAHAHA! They're making a big deal over a child? Man, there such pussies. This will be one sec ladies. And like hell, I'd join you.

Astra looks at him unamused. He closes his eyes.

Astra: Let me restate, you will join. You do not have a choice in the matter.

Potrus: Is that so?

He says laughing, the girls in his arms laugh as well. He opens his eyes with a flash of blue, as a symbol appears on his eyes. He looks down as the girls burst backwards, reduced to nothing but atoms and slop. He looks back in horror, he goes running forward and his muscle mass grows beyond what it was as he was punching. But right before the attack land, Astra vanishes. He appears directly in front of him. He punches forward, and his punch connects, but seems to have no effect, but he suddenly collapses, revealing a gaping hole where his fist had hit.

Potrus: W-why not just obliterate me.

Astra: Because, death is too good for scum like you. And I need your body.

He extends his hand as an insect scuttles out of the cloak. His mouth opens wide, releasing a gross high pitch squealing, saliva pouring of its pincers. He releases a scream as it jumps into the open wound. In minutes, he stops struggling and gets on his feet.

Astra: You obey me and only me. Understand?

Potrus: Y-Yes sir.