Oh, one more thing, I'm thinking of trying something like the chem bot again, but a bit different.
It will be in the format of a DVD video I give to Kurt to show everyone, it won't have any dialogue, just a fight scene gathered from various cameras.
Me, Chris and Andrew in Ranger/Rider form Vs a Neoshadow.
It fucked our shit up, HARD.
It'll also show some terrifying 'cosmic horror' shit, like the fact Heartless can control whether or not they have bones, or being able to smooth out their skin if they twist their limbs around, or their creepy ass ability to turn injuries into functional organs, like mouths or eyes, or stretch their limbs like rubber, or control their mass density, like being hard as diamond one second, then tar the next, although, technically, that last ones unique to the 'shadow' genus what with their 'melting into shadow' ability...
It'll also give some scale for levels.
The Neoshadow is level 30, it get's some power boosts from RoP just like we do, so let's say 40, at one point, it will tear a ten story building out of the ground and throw it at us, grab Andrew's Rhino mid charge and use it as a club, and slice a car we throw at it into chunks in mid air.
We're at level 4, in base form, with the power boosts... let's say mid teens, since I'm going under the format that they basically add 10 to level.
It ends when the Rangers show up and we all swarm the thing, since it would be at about 3/4 or 1/2 HP by then, the video would cut off when they show up.
If asked me Andrew and Chris will all attest that it kept beating on all of us until it finally died, which also gives us the wonderful fact that Heartless don't weaken as their injured, they fight at 110% as hard as they can, until they finally discorporate, they even regenerate decapitated limbs, or just pick them up and pop them back on, they seem to randomly alternate, even their heads.
It is greatly unsettling to cut somethings head off, then it just pick's it up and pops it back on backwards, then it spin's it's head around, it's skin tearing, the torn skin becoming frothing fanged maws and yellow gleaming eyes and the crinkles of skin melt and smooth out, and it's smooth lower face rips open, to reveal a curved gaping fanged mouth with purple depths that darken as you look in further, and it screams at you, a wretched howl the likes of which man was not meant to hear, ready to keep fighting as if nothing had happened.