A little thing I've been working on... The scene sort of popped into my head, and I figured I might as well write it down. Not canon, obviously:
OMAKE: THE PALADIN AND THE TRAP
His eyes glowed.
Well, not really, but that's what it looked like from the outside. When he had included the ability to generate powerful energy blasts in his armor, his first instinct had been to shoot them from his hand. After some reflection, though, he had included a micro-portal generator, which transported the energy beam right in front of his eyes before sending it forward - aimed in the exact direction he had been looking at. The gain in accuracy had been worth it, again and again and again.
Right now, though, he had bigger concerns than accuracy. He moved around, examining the battlefield, his armor not hindering his mobility in the least.
No civilians around. Several dead monsters on the ground. No energy projection - he had managed to eliminate Manton, at least.
His eyes glowed. He was back at the exact same spot he had been a few seconds ago. Again.
"Well. It's not the end of the world, but it's a good start," said Jack Slash.
Techno-Paladin considered the only remaining villains.
Jack Slash. Leader of the Slaughterhouse Nine, a roaming team of superpowered serial killers, mass murderers and sadists. Clever and charismatic enough to stay on top of such a group for decades.
Gray Boy. Monochrome time-manipulator, able to trap anyone he looked at in a quasi-eternal time-loop. Automatically "rebooted" to a healthy earlier self if he was harmed.
His eyes glowed.
"I'll admit, it's an unusual situation," said Clifford Lewis, AKA Techno-Paladin. "My armor was able to take anything Leviathan or Behemoth had to dish at it, but…"
"Frankly, I was more impressed by your ability to no-sell the Siberian," Jack idly noted.
"Well, yes. I designed the armor to be invulnerable. Not just really really really really really really hard to damage - invulnerable. Still, a time-loop trap? I didn't have that in mind when I built this thing."
His eyes glowed.
"I'll give you this much credit," Jack said, looking at several dead Slaughterhouse Nine clones surrounding them, "you are taking eternal damnation rather well."
"Oh, I don't actually expect to be her for very long," he said, his nonchalant smile mirroring the villain's.
"Is that so?" Jack's grin didn't waver one bit.
"It is so. You see…"
His eyes glowed.
"...five minutes from now, one of two possibilities will happen. Either you will have applied your considerable charisma and convinced Gray Boy here to free me from this time-loop… or you will be dead."
His eyes glowed. So did Jack's knife, the metal turning red-hot, forcing him to let go of it with a surprised yelp of pain.
"I'll be waiting," said the hero, with big, wide grin. "295 seconds left."
To his credit, Jack recovered from his surprise nigh-instantly. "Hm. That's a new one. I'll give you this much, you are more interesting than most heroes I've faced."
"Your approval fills me with shame," he replied with a big smile. "285 seconds."
His eyes glowed.
Gray Boy was giving Jack a dubious look. The latter began rubbing his goatee. "An interesting conundrum you're presenting me with. Usually, you heroes don't manage to get in a position to threaten me well enough for such an ultimatum. You are to be commended for taking out most of my nearby allies."
His eyes glowed. He made a small movement, and a small holographic display appeared before his eyes.
"True. I did prioritize the Siberian's elimination. Not necessarily the optimal strategy, but I was rushed for time and improvising. Much like yourself. 260 seconds."
Jack chuckled. "Right, right. I simply don't get enough interesting challenges in this day age. I'm almost tempted to have Gray Boy release you just so that we can fight again, but that would be a waste of such a puzzle."
"Well, consider. You can't…"
His eyes glowed. He brought the holographic display back.
"...rely on a Siberian at the moment. If I vaporize you, it's effectively game over…"
"True. But then, I would be in a rather poor situation once Gray Boy freed you, too, wouldn't I?"
"Oh, there has to be some incentive, of course. If you let me go, I'll take a time-out. For twenty minutes, I won't fight, I won't advise the other heroes, I won't even move from this spot. Long enough for you to escape and regroup, I believe."
His eyes glowed.
Jack grinned. "And I am supposed to simply take your word for it? You consider yourself that much of a straight-edge?"
"Absolutely. It is only logical. Every lie I tell, every promise I break, is incentive for all others to trust future promises less. I need my reputation for honesty - to be perfectly frank, Jack, I deal with much bigger threats than your Slaughterhouse back home, and you are not worth breaking my word over."
His eyes glowed.
The leader of the Slaughterhouse Nine gave a big laugh. "Certainly not trying flattery, are you?"
"Well, I do rely on honesty after all. I could hardly do that while showing you respect. 200 seconds."
"I see. So, you expect me to gamble that, if Gray Boy frees you, you will not take a shot at me, but actually follow your own self-imposed rules. Essentially, betting my life on my ability to predict your behavior."
"True. The puzzle has a correct solution that gets you out of here alive, and several wrong solutions that get you killed. Now, you could - to name but one solution - discreetly signal Gray Boy to put you in a time-loop of your own. Any attempts…"
His eyes glowed.
"...that I make at killing you after that will be undone each time your loop resets. Gray Boy can then go, at his leisure, and locate a surviving Siberian, bring it here, and have it protect you while he frees you from your loop."
"That is an interesting solution," Jack said without missing a beat.
"Right. The question then becomes: Am I bringing it up as reverse psychology, because I am trying to discourage you from a solution that leaves me stuck and helpless? Or am I bringing it up because I actually have an ace up my sleeve that'll let me break free once Gray Boy leaves, and I just want you trapped in a time-loop as the only punishment that could fit your crimes?"
His eyes glowed. A thin beam of energy erupted, burning the bottom of Jack's goatee.
"Whichever answer you pick, Jack, you best do it fast. 130 seconds remaining."
Jack grinned and considered. Did he suspect Techno-Paladin could indeed break free? Did he trust Gray Boy would get him out of the time-loop if he placed him in one? Was anything worth the risk of getting trapped forever?
His eyes glowed. "100 seconds."
Whatever Jack Slash's thought process had been, it reached its conclusion. "I will give you this much: You are the most interesting foe I've had in a long, long while. I truly look forward to breaking you. I do, however, believe you are as constrained and restricted by your given word as you claim - a weakness that I am entirely willing to take advantage of." He glanced at Gray Boy. "Free him, for now; he will be helpless to attack."
Gray Boy rolled his eyes, but he complied nonetheless. Time stopped resetting in the area.
His eyes didn't glow. Instead, he pressed some holographic buttons, causing an equally holographic Rubik's cube to appear before him. He quickly scrambled it, his armored fingers quickly moving around the display, causing rapid rotations.
"I always did love logic puzzles," he said. "I got a Rubik's cube as a kid, and I remember sitting down and trying to mathematize the solution. I wasn't the first, of course - mathematicians have proven you can always solve it in at most twenty moves." As he spoke, the six sides of the cubes fell into monochromatic arrangement, the puzzle solved. He pressed a few more holographic buttons, and the cube re-scrambled itself.
"I'm glad you've enjoyed my little puzzle, Jack. Shame that you solved it wrong."
Techno-Paladin smirked, but his eyes didn't leave the cube. "The right solution? Was what I suggested, with Gray Boy looping you and getting a Siberian. I mean, seriously, did you think I had a way of breaking out of the loop? Really? I just bluffed you like a moron into freeing me."
"Actually, I…"
Jack Slash didn't get to finish. Gray Boy's frustrations had apparently boiled over. The leader of the Nine found himself trapped in a short time-loop of his own.
"Pathetic. Stupid, useless," said the time-manipulating villain. "I thought you were gonna do something interesting, and you got played like a tool." He pulled out his knife, and got to work on the trapped villain. Soon, Jack began screaming in pain as his loop changed to include him getting repeatedly stabbed.
Techno-Paladin, smiling nonchalantly, hadn't moved from his spot, still rotating the cube.
Gray Boy turned his attention back to him. "You should have run when you had the chance," he said - and once again, the hero was caught in a loop.
Without another word, Gray Boy walked away, leaving both the hero and the villain trapped behind him.
He rotated the cube.
"Well. That could have gone a whole lot worse," he said.
Jack screamed.
He rotated the cube.
"I do wonder how the rest of your troops are doing. Not too well, last I checked."
He rotated the cube.
Jack screamed.
"Not much for conversation, huh? Fair enough."
He rotated the cube.
Many, many times, he performed the same single rotation, staying still for a few seconds afterwards, before resetting back, performing the rotation again. Jack's cyclical screamings subsided somewhat as he got used to the pain. Time passed.
He rotated the cube.
"You knew, of course," said Techno-Paladin, "that our little battle of wits wasn't just about whether I would kill you - it was about staying in Gray Boy's good graces. It was why you kept talking about my moves in elogious terms - if you couldn't think of a way out except freeing me, you wanted to be able to do it without looking like too much of a chump to him. Smart move, but I promised not to fight. I never promised not to mock you. I figured with the right push, he'd lose patience with you."
He rotated the cube.
"You know, back home, they often call me the smartest man in superheroics. I'm not sure if it's true - I've met some pretty damn clever people in the business. I'm not even sure if it's meaningful - intelligence is more of a vector than a scalar. But I do believe I give the title a run for its money."
He rotated the cube.
"Remember those displays around my head while the countdown was going? I was scanning everything I could. Kind of a pain, with the scanner getting reset every few seconds, but I got the information I needed."
He rotated the cube.
"See, this armor isn't big enough to include every useful gadget I design. So, I stole a page from Doctor Who, and gave it a little pocket dimension. One from which I can retrieve a variety of tools… or that I can use as a little field workshop."
He rotated the cube.
"Several cybernetic arms in there, working as manipulators. Assembling devices according to my instructions. Instructions that could, among other things, be sent via the manipulation of a holographic display."
He rotated the cube. Then quickly performed one more rotation.
There was a ripple. Jack Slash fell to the ground, bleeding, trying to catch his breath. Techno-Paladin strode forward.
"See, Gray Boy's power - and I suspect this is the case for most parahuman abilities - comes from another plane. I mean, it's obvious that what we were dealing with wasn't some direct physical effect rebooting time - otherwise, we wouldn't be following the Earth in its rotation. Also, the whole bit about looping my body but not my brain. No, something at least semi-intelligent was operating on me, restoring me to the same condition every few seconds.
"So I designed an inter-planar scrambler that makes it nigh-impossible for another plane to interfere with the local area. I mean, it's not the first time I have to deal with inter-planar issues. I couldn't do it while trapped in the first loop, but, as soon as I got out… I performed all but the last operation, then let him freeze me."
Holding his injury, Jack Slash looked up. "Then… why…" he coughed blood, "why did you even wait until now…"
Techno-Paladin smiled contentedly. "Well. I did promise to wait twenty minutes."
His eyes glowed.