[ WP ] A Villainous organization decides that instead of going the usual route of sending its best , brightest and skilled to take the Hero down . It 's gon na send out it 's worst or most incompetent .

`` Fucking idiot,'' Blast hissed at The Brute as the wall crumbled around them. `` What do you mean, you could n't find the doorknob? *It was right there! *'' 
 
 The Brute shrugged. Words were n't his strong suit. Rather, he excelled in smashing things. Mostly the wrong things, hence his demotion to Assistant Henchman, Rank -3. 
 
 Sirens wailed around them as the fortress's many defense systems sprang to life. `` Shit!'' Brute grunted. `` Attack coming!'' He charged through the hole in the wall, fists flying wildly. 
 
 Blast chased after him, shouting: `` No Brute! That's not OUR alarm! We're not being attacked! We're trying to attack!'' 
 
 A flying body smacked into his side. The Brute had stumbled straight into a knot of security guards, and was flinging them every which way, bellowing `` OUT! GO AWAY!''. This, Blast knew, was Brute-speak for'Begone, sniveling fools! You dare attack our might?', his own preferred war-cry when repelling heroic forces. 
 
 Smoke erupted from the next room, along with the familiar shouts of the rest of his crew: DarkFlame, Mr. Doom, and Jack, who had had his name privileges revoked due to stunning incompetence at villainery. 
 
 Villainery. Was that a word? Blast stared into the middle distance, oblivious to the battle erupting around him. He would have to check his dictionary… 
 
 `` FUCKING IMBECILE!'' DarkFlame roared at Jack. `` HOW DID YOU GRADUATE KINDERGARTEN?'' 
 
 Jack shrugged, clutching the erupting smoke grenade close to his chest. Thick, choking smoke flooded the room, enveloping DarkFlame, Mr. Doom, and Jack, who passed out on the floor with a hollow thud. 
 
 Villainery. Maybe Villaining? No, that did n't sound as villainous. Shit. Villain did n't sound like a word anymore. 
 
 Several more *thud*s interrupted Blast's reverie as the oncoming Heroic Forces tripped over Jack's prone form in the thick smoke. `` GET'EM!'' DarkFlame shouted, waving his flamethrower wildly. Blast jumped as he felt his eyebrows singe off. Again. Goddamn moron. 
 
 `` DarkFlame!'' he shouted. His words were lost among the chaos of Brute throwing security guards at the walls, the flamethrower singeing the ceiling, and his own fit of violent coughing, as the smoke spread out in the room. 
 
 He took a deep breath. No, wrong thing. More coughing. `` FUCKING DARKFLAME!'' he finally choked out. `` Give. Me. That.'' He ducked another flying body, and snatched the flamethrower from his comrade. `` You are incompetent with this tool. It goes like this–'' 
 
 A gout of flame burst from the wrong end, narrowly missing his head. By pure luck, it set fire to the guard just behind him, who turned and ran screaming into a corridor. 
 
 Blast peered down the dark passageway. 
 
 `` Should n't we be going in there?''
