“I’m sorry, but that dripping is really starting to bother me.” Just as Blacklight says, Shadow is still slowly dripping wet.
Shadow is caught off-guard by the strange outburst. “Uh–”
“No, please, allow me to dry you off.” He suddenly pulls out the cyan Emerald and shouts, “Chaos Tempest!” He throws forward an upraised hand, and a massive gust of wind instantly begins to blow from behind him. The wind mildly ruffles his spikes, but blows into Shadow so hard that he is thrown into the wall behind him.
In the confusion, Blacklight snaps his fingers, and warps to a spot behind Gerald and Maria. They only have a moment to react before he seizes her with one arm, and snaps them back to his original position.
Disoriented, Shadow gets back up to see Blacklight holding Maria captive, covering her mouth with one hand to muffle her screams, and openly displaying the red Emerald in the other. The look on Shadow’s face quickly moves from one of utter fear, to one of uncontrollable anger. He moves as if to attack, but Blacklight stops him immediately.
“Nah, ah, ah. One wrong move, and Barbie’s perfect hair gets burned off of her scalp.”
Shadow hangs his head in defeat. “Alright. I’ll do whatever you say. Just tell me what you want.”
“My demands are simple. One portal.” He waves around the Emerald to convey his meaning. “And one 60 second head-start.”
“So that’s it? You’re doing this just to keep up your game?”
Blacklight shrugs. “Maybe. I could just end up waiting for you on the other side. Haven’t really decided yet.” Maria looks at Shadow desperately while he speaks. “So, are my terms agreeable?”
Silently, Shadow gives a slow nod, and takes out the yellow Emerald.
“Very good, very good.” He holds his own Emerald forward. “Let’s get started, shall we? Chaos…”
Shadow walks just close enough to put the two Emeralds in close proximity to each other. He mutters almost silently, “Chaos…”
They both finish in entirely different inflections, “Control.” As usual, a space-time rift forms between them.
Blacklight points back to Shadow one last time. “Remember, I’d better not see you out there for 60 seconds. Perhaps a stopwatch would be helpful? Not that I have one.” A lack of response from Shadow seems to irritate him slightly. “Fine, fine, I’ll go.” He gives a little wave. “Toodle-oo.” He gets a firm grip on Maria, and pulls them both into the rift.