This hallway is about the size of a regulation football field, and serves no other purpose than to house the fifty-foot holographic statues of the various members of the Champions. I dub this room, "The Hall of Ego."
That's right. The champions have statues to themselves, inside of their own locked private base where the public can't visit.
I meet up with Defender and the two of us head down another needlessly opulent hallway while he explains that Black Talon is our adversary, and that Black Talon works for Dr. Destroyer. We get to the end of a hallway, and Defender lasers a couple of massive golden doors open. Boom!
"Dude! Isn't this your base? Shouldn't we at least jiggle the knob and see if it's open before you go blowing things up?"
Once inside we get a look at...
Oh no! It's BLACK TALON! Who I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF before!
Black Talon is not small. He opens up with a salvo of missiles, which is known in the superhero biz as the "munitions massage." Really, Black Talon? Swarms of tiny missiles? Has that ever worked on a superhero, even once?
Why yes, yes it has. Just now, as a matter of fact. I look to the side and see Defender has just been pancaked. He lets me know to fight on without him. Awesome. The big hero of this world just folded like a paper airplane and I have to finish the job alone. Hopefully Black Talon didn't think to make his power armor fist-proof.
I run up to Black Talon and go to work while Defender coaches me from his spot on the floor. Hey, Defender, I don't usually take fighting advice from people who are on their backs.