Justice League: The New Wave (IC)

I Don't Wanna Stand Still Look Pretty.

Tugging on the rope that encircled him, Kara commanded. “Stand down. Be Silent. Do nothing.”

With that command, with that tightening tug, The Lasso of Persuasion asserted itself and Planet-Master gritted his teeth-- but could not speak again, could not utilize his powers. After all, he had no gift like The Wisdom of Solomon that could provide him clarity of thought against such impetus.

A chain six inches thick speared downwards to were Planet Master stood. “Vengeance.” The daemon said, as it continued it’s flight.

The chain struck Planet-Master across the head with the force of a railgun, and his helmet blew to splinters...

...he dropped to his knees, mouth open wide in agony though he could not cry out because of his command to be silent...

...and the buckle of his belt fell open, and a tiny, blackened fragment of stone fell out, crackling with the darksome positricity that had wreathed Planet-Master from the beginning...

...but, as though expended of its energy, the shard of black rock burst into dust and was gone.

(Somewhere, each on opposite coasts of The USA, Captains Thunder and Marvel both flinched as though The Devil had walked upon their graves... but then the sensation was gone.)
 
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Showdown Throwdown.

Turning back to Rose, "Only the villains that hate evidence. Also it seems the villainous mastermind is inviting us in for a showdown. Shall we?" GRID extends his hand in invitation.

Rose squared her shoulders. Narrowed her eyes.

And clapped her hand into G.R.I.D.'s like sealing a pact.

"Yeah. Let's do this. For Kiz. For Kaldur. For Justice."

"No Man Escapes The Manhuntress."
 
Beknighted.

4. 3. 7. 6.

H-E-R-O.

SssshhCLICK!

"I am... MAGDALENA!"

Except for just now, with G.R.I.D., Ruby never knew where her heroes came from.

So she had no way of knowing that this armored warrior-- an armor even more powerful than The Genetrix Retrieval Interactive Designate Armor-- with sensors even more acute, CORTANA Machine Spirit processors even faster--

--was Dame Allana Lang from The 31st Century of The Universe of Earth-24.

This was, perhaps, something she would learn much later.

But for now, with technomantic metamechanical armor gleaming and wheening around her as she stepped forward with boots that could perhaps crumple depleted promethium--

--she only knew what her Auspex neurointeractive sensorium fed her within her visor--

--and she knew that a profane silver coin surgically buried in her chest was screaming out within her at the stench of spilled innocent blood.

A coin that flared with black-burning brimstone flame at her heart as soon as she beheld The Hellrider, The Ghost Rider in Daemon from.

And she hissed, drawing a blade that hummed with sci-fi technology so advanced it might as well have been magic...

"Another?"
 
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Velocity was approached by a small woman in sixties type garb along with a couple of robots with a stretcher. She was surprised at the womans appearance but she recognized someone in charge when she saw one.

"Velocity. It's marvy to meet you-- thank you for helping him! We've got this from here, if you're needed elsewhere--?"

Velocity nodded as she lowered Kal onto the stretcher and watched him being carted away. At least she could reassure everyone he was in good hands. Now she just needed to get back...However first.

With a blur of speed she quickly grabbed a backpack, filled it with basic medical supplies, grabbed a couple of knives from injured personnel and found a rifle lying around in a pile of confiscated weapons. She had noticed Renegade had lost hers in the fight with the speedster, then she dashed off again heading back to the battle.

There was still Kobra to defeat and she was not going to miss out on kicking that guys ass.

Two minutes later she stopped beside Renegade and smiled handing her the rifle. "Hey I think you dropped something, hope this is okay, I didn't have time to shop around. Now where are the bad guys," she asked drawing the blades, "I have something to give them from Kal."
 
Did somebody say party?

The Salamander shimmered and then shifted, the human form of Garfield struggled to his feet. A few open wounds still covered his face and he was holding his left arm with his right hand close to his body. A single tear escaped from his left eye, but with a soft sniff he shook it off with an irritated shake of his head. He seemed a bit morbid and pensive, an almost haunted look in his eyes.

He closed his eyes for a few moments and when he opened them, that silly grin of his appeared as well. He looked over at Thea who was stretched out on the grass and hobbled over to her, favoring his right leg a bit.

"Hey Thea, just a warning, you are more cat than woman. How about you stop lazing in the sun like a house cat and let's help the other's with their final charge. Seems like a few of the bad guys are still standing."

He glanced at Zarathos

"And a few of the good guys really look like the wrong side of the tracks and off of the reserve if you want my opinion. Which you probably didn't want, since you didn't ask for it."

His eyes caught the flowers in Green Arrow's quiver and he grinned,

"Think that Raven would forgive me ogling her if I do what Arrow has in mind and give her flowers? Although I doubt that he is aiming to get forgiven for something with those flowers."

He was rambling and he didn't care, his grin widened and he held out his right hand to help Thea up, even though she didn't need it.
 
The Salamander shimmered and then shifted, the human form of Garfield struggled to his feet. A few open wounds still covered his face and he was holding his left arm with his right hand close to his body. A single tear escaped from his left eye, but with a soft sniff he shook it off with an irritated shake of his head. He seemed a bit morbid and pensive, an almost haunted look in his eyes.

He closed his eyes for a few moments and when he opened them, that silly grin of his appeared as well. He looked over at Thea who was stretched out on the grass and hobbled over to her, favoring his right leg a bit.

"Hey Thea, just a warning, you are more cat than woman. How about you stop lazing in the sun like a house cat and let's help the other's with their final charge. Seems like a few of the bad guys are still standing."

He glanced at Zarathos

"And a few of the good guys really look like the wrong side of the tracks and off of the reserve if you want my opinion. Which you probably didn't want, since you didn't ask for it."

His eyes caught the flowers in Green Arrow's quiver and he grinned,

"Think that Raven would forgive me ogling her if I do what Arrow has in mind and give her flowers? Although I doubt that he is aiming to get forgiven for something with those flowers."

He was rambling and he didn't care, his grin widened and he held out his right hand to help Thea up, even though she didn't need it.

Thea took the offered hand and stood up. She arched an eyebrow at Gar. He was being more manic than he had been before which wasn't a good sign after what all had just gone down.

She looked him up and down then shook her head. "I think you need to sit this one out. Ya need some time in a more regenerative form. Yer not as rough as ya were when the bridge went down, but yer still not game ready."

She put a hand on either of Gar's shoulders and gave him some serious eye contact. "Yer pretty tore up an I'm betting yer head ain't in the game anyways."
 
Justice League.....

Nightwing watched from above, there was nothing he could do to stop Kaldur from being stabbed in the back. But he was able to breathe a small sigh of relief when Velocity extracted him from the combat zone. He saw Kobra and his minions, including Lady Clayface whom he had hoped would take a little longer to reform, standing atop of the bridge. “Okay team time for the final battle. Either they go down or we do… And I don’t intend on going down.” he said through the comm.

“G.R.I.D. you and Hotline, Static, and the Rider take on Elemental Woman.” He started giving orders. It came naturally to him, however it was something he didn’t want to do. But then nothing that had happened today was how he would have wanted it.

“Wonder Girl... Lady Clayface is yours. Freeze her and shatter her, then keep her from reforming anyway you can.”

“Velocity, Renegade, Arrow, Beast Boy… Lady Eve is yours. “

“The rest of you with me… we take down the head snake himself.” and with that he jumped off the building and spread his glide wings once again as he made his way to Kobra.
 
“G.R.I.D. you and Hotline, Static, and the Rider take on Elemental Woman.” He started giving orders. It came naturally to him, however it was something he didn’t want to do. But then nothing that had happened today was how he would have wanted it.

“Wonder Girl... Lady Clayface is yours. Freeze her and shatter her, then keep her from reforming anyway you can.”

“Velocity, Renegade, Arrow, Beast Boy… Lady Eve is yours. “

“The rest of you with me… we take down the head snake himself.” and with that he jumped off the building and spread his glide wings once again as he made his way to Kobra.

Thea broke the serious eye contact with a truly feline snarl right down to the bared teeth as she looked back over her shoulder. Okay Nightwing had taken over it seemed. She looked back at Gar. "You gonna hold it together okay guy?"

She looked back out at the water then turned back to Gar. "And could ya gimmie a lift. Kitty cat doesn't wanna get wet again."
 
She looked him up and down then shook her head. "I think you need to sit this one out. Ya need some time in a more regenerative form. Yer not as rough as ya were when the bridge went down, but yer still not game ready."

Gar looked at her and shrugged, "Well I could spend some time as a sea cucumber, but that would mean getting to the sea. OR I could just transform back into you, I think that kind of helped to save my life."

He frowned, but before he could continue

She put a hand on either of Gar's shoulders and gave him some serious eye contact. "Yer pretty tore up an I'm betting yer head ain't in the game anyways."

Her touch actually hurt, not that she intentionally hurt him, he was just that busted up.

"My head is right here. Those people over there? They orchestrated the death of thousands if not millions of innocent people. All in the name of some guy who thinks himself a god. A god who had to flee when a green skinned Blue whale came crashing down on him."

He shuddered the memory away of the pain which flashed through him as he impacted the bridge.

Thea broke the serious eye contact with a truly feline snarl right down to the bared teeth as she looked back over her shoulder. Okay Nightwing had taken over it seemed. She looked back at Gar. "You gonna hold it together okay guy?"

Garfield blinked, "You have to get that feline anger under control. I will admit that you do look kind of sexy as the cat lady who actually looks like a cat, but we don't want you getting too feline. You might lose yourself, ask me, it's an easy thing to do."

He looked up at Nightwing, who started the attack

"I will just have to be OK."

She looked back out at the water then turned back to Gar. "And could ya gimmie a lift. Kitty cat doesn't wanna get wet again."

His grin returned in full force, "Happy landings."

A Woolly Mammoth suddenly stood in front of Thea, he wrapped his trunk around her waist and tossed her towards the other side of the river.
 
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Must We Be So Cliche

Static reflexing were simply too slow to save Kaldur as he was ripped apart by obsidian shards. When he dived to try to help Kaldur he realized just how much he had taken out of his reserves. His flying was sporadic and shaky. He was so focused on keeping himself in the air, dodging the falling debris from sections of the bridge still standing that he didn't even notice Kaldur being whisked away. "This is why I don't like bridge battles. People always end up destroying it and falling into canyons or water. Very boring when everything is predictable."

Hearing Nightwing's battle plan, Static looked towards his opponent and frowned. This wasn't going to be a good fight, he could feel his weakness like a great weight on his chest. He took a deep breath and went to follow Nightwing's plan, flying in low towards Elemental woman far slower than was advisable. He began playing the distraction, striking her with relatively harmless weak zaps of energy.

"So tell me, if you can turn into gases does that make you an airhead or does the fact you can turn into heavy metals simply make you dense? Scientific curiosity."
 
Velocity looked at Lady Eve and sighed. She looked confident and competent a nasty combination. Her armored uniform was bedecked with weapons and she carried herself with the same confidence she had seen in Renegade. In fact she reminded her so much of her/him that she started to get chills.

If she was going up against someone of renegades skills she wondered if her speed would be enough.

"Renegade I think you might be best to take point on this one," she began. "She is most like you so you might have some insights on how to fight her. So how should we go about this?"
 
Isaiah 53:5.

Nightwing was giving orders, but his orders were for Hotline...

...and Hotline wasn't strictly Hotline right now.

She was Callsign: Magdalena.

A Knight of The Kingdom of The Principality of The Isles, Templar of The Holy See. Legionnaire of Superheroes.

And while the legacy of The Batman as a Dark Knight, passed from Squire to Squire, would live on in some form or another until her 31st Century, Magdalena was not beholden to that heraldry.

Xarathos the Daemon, The Hellrider, was a uncontrolled force capable of planetary destruction if left unchecked.

Allana knew this, because the silver coin that beat like a dark second heart in her chest was the only thing that checked her own Ghost Rider, her Zarathos.

It was like a cosmic joke that she should lay eyes on this beast-- The Presence moved in mysterious ways Their wonders to perform, but sometimes she found Their sense of humor inscrutable.

It was said that it was better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven, but what of those who were forced to serve in Hell? Even unbound from anchoring chains, Xarathos-once-Xarathiel was still enslaved to its edicts and its created natures, however perverted by damnation.

Her blade was sharpened to a monomolecular edge and composed of metamaterials unknown to this millennium. It was also blessed-- a truly sacred weapon, a Holy Avenger. One of the only artifacts that could conceivably hurt a creature like Xarathos-- especially in this unbridled state.

Her Auspex sensorium swept the battlefield.

And she noticed the archer in green.

Looking around he smiled as he saw exactly what he needed close by. Jogging off the road and down the embankment he started to pick a large bunch of wild flowers. It might seem surreal to be doing what he was in the middle of a battle but it was needed.

He soon had a large bouquet and placed it in his quiver and made his way back up to the road. Now he just needed some way to get the large Daemons attention.

She had been a soldier since she was five years old and she was not stupid by any definition except perhaps a Coluan's or a Luthor's. Even then, her CORTANA Machine Spirit provided intelligence and intellect at impossible speeds-- she could count the H2O molecules in a cloud bank miles wide at a glance.

Thus-- scanning and extrapolating Connor Hawke's body chemistry and language, noting the offering of blooms he carried in his quiver, deducing his intentions with Sherlockian precision.

Men in love were such strange and beautiful creatures.

Her father, Sir Karak Lang, was a powerful and valorous knight-- but he could look at his wife, Allana's mother, Cleo Suliman, with such softness. Even the most guarded of armored hearts could be made gentle by love for another.

A memory danced in her brain-- the beautiful being called M'onel, Valor incarnate-- and Allana briefly wondered if M'onel would ever have looked upon her with such softness.

No matter. These were frivolities.

Her life was given to violence in the cause of holiness and justice, not pursuit of carnal pleasure and romantic notions.

To action.

Her flight systems engaged with a plume of power and a rush of displaced atmosphere and she soared to swoop alongside Green Arrow and maintain level with him as he approached The Hellrider.

"Yeoman. Thou seekst to sooth yon savage beast. A worthy effort, if foolhardy. I canst fly thee up there to meet it, and defendeth thee shouldst its wrath be beyond allaying."

"I am Magdalena. Let me help."
 
Hail Kobra.

As the heroes picked themselves up and gathered their numbers, so too did the remaining forces of Kobra assemble upon the shattered remnants of The Keystone-Central Bridge. A national landmark, sacrificed to save the soul of a nation.

Elemental Woman was hurt by G.R.I.D.'s charged shot, but she could more than make up for her physical injury by becoming iron, or lead, or tungsten again, assuming the physical strength of such metals. "Tough as tungsten" was a simile for a reason. And she was versatile. As versatile as the periodic table.

"They killed Zebby, those bastards," she growled. "Let's rip them to shreds."

Lady Clayface was still reconstituting herself-- more globules of her crawled out of the water and oozed up to reintegrate with her feet even as she stood there-- but she was able to use her shapeshifting powers to expand and approximate her baseline mass while she was waiting for the rest of herself to show up. "That pretty-boy birdbrain just caused me the most pain I've ever felt. I wanna do the same to him! Slowly, like thumbscrews, the death of a thousand cuts--"

"My Lord," Lady Eve spoke hesitantly. "Do you have a strategy? I do not question the wisdom of Great Naja-Naja, I simply petition you for a glimmer of your grand design, that we may enact it to the full. Without the Spectrumonster or Planet-Master, do we have the power to oppose Kryptonians and Martians, much less the remainder?"

Kobra himself narrowed his eyes.

And spoke for the first time since the battle began.

"These gnats do not quarrel with some fool, callow supervillain. I am the culmination of prophecy, the dawn of an age, the incarnation of chaos. I am beyond such determinations as hero and villain, these pornographic costumes, these delusional coded nomenclatures."

"I transcend the Zeitgeist. But I deal with the spiritual currency of this age-- this is what they recognize, their religion, their idols and anathemas, this is what they understand. So I wear this vestment and partake in the ritual of 'good' versus 'evil.' I give them their token displays of violence-- gods and monsters clashing in the silver-steel streets of a godless modern age teetering on the lip of madness."

"I have conquered death. I manifest Kali Yuga. This is beneath me. But I will play their little game."

"In the end, they will know me for who I am."

He looked squarely at Elemental Woman.

"And though the masterwork of conquest has been slain aborning, The Age of Chaos begins today, in one form or another, though you all should perish to ignite it."

Ladies Eve and Clayface shot Elemental Woman a look, and Elemental Woman paused, as a flicker of terror and vexation crossed her face. But that flicker passed.

And she nodded.

"My Lord. Faith to Kali Yuga."

"No God but God," Lady Eve echoed, and Lady Clayface bowed her head.

"No God but Me," Kobra agreed. And turned to face Justice.
 
Metamorpho Your Money.

Hearing Nightwing's battle plan, Static looked towards his opponent and frowned. This wasn't going to be a good fight, he could feel his weakness like a great weight on his chest. He took a deep breath and went to follow Nightwing's plan, flying in low towards Elemental woman far slower than was advisable. He began playing the distraction, striking her with relatively harmless weak zaps of energy.

Elemental Woman turned with the resolve inspired by Kobra, and she sneered as the electrical bolts sung around her-- she turned into copper, non-magnetic, highly conductive, and the bolts that struck her just sparked through her easily into the ground.

It felt warm on her skin, tingling through her atoms, but not much beyond that.

"So tell me, if you can turn into gases does that make you an airhead or does the fact you can turn into heavy metals simply make you dense? Scientific curiosity."

Elemental Woman was unimpressed by his attempt at witticism. Her lip curled. "I bet your dick is as short as your circuit. Based on how few amps you're kicking out, it looks like you're running on fumes. Here-- have a few more fumes."

And with that, she leaped for Static with all the strength granted her by her metallic body, but in the air she instantly shifted into gaseous chlorine, nonmetallic and horribly toxic, billowing to try and surround him, hoping to force him to breathe her in...
 
Arise Serpentor Arise.

“The rest of you with me… we take down the head snake himself.” and with that he jumped off the building and spread his glide wings once again as he made his way to Kobra.

Lady Eve stepped forward to intercede against Nightwing, as she had not yet been harried by the second wave--

--but Kobra waved her aside, much to her startlement.

"If Batman's whelp seeks to task me, he must be desperate indeed. I despise getting my hands dirty..."

...he beckoned to Nightwing, bring it on, head tilted back imperiously as the former Robin glided in...

"...but sometimes even a god must stoop to conquer."
 
Raven

She tried to remain expressionless, but her left eyebrow arched at the Rickman comment. As Professor Snapes she knew whom he was, and had watched other works of his. Both good and bad in her opinion. But if this.. individual.. was Death, then that was an indication that others would die as well. Which was the natural order of things, but the way she spoke it was more that important people would die. Not just average people. Raven could only hope it wasn’t Tim Burton or Johnny Depp.

Watching Death she observed the ‘mirror’ change, it’s exterior transforming from a an empty dressing room in an abandoned department store into a rather cold sheet of ice. ‘Wonderful,’ she thought ‘Ice. If my nipples get hard I’m a slap the first person that stares.’

Stepping forward she paused for a moment, looking at Death. “All mirrors look from this realm into reality?” she asked. She was going to need to redecorate her apartment, again. And she finally did that thing she hated doing. She cast a seeing spell on the mirrors, attuning herself to the way they had been made. Seeing the weave of their magic. Inept people called it scrying. Looking to see what was glowy and magical. True casters understood the difference, and stopped looking at glowy things, and looked beyond the glowy at the ‘threads of magic’.

Satisfied with her spell, she dismissed it then looked at Death, as Lisa floated away, passing from one place to the next. And just in case her spell ended as soon as the Glider was through the ‘mirror’ Raven had slide her just inches above ground. Granted a two foot fall wouldn’t hurt – much. But it sucked when you weren’t ready for it.

"I know I said we don't redecorate each others' realms, but I promise I'll put it back when we're done here."

With the two of them alone once more, not that Lisa had really counted as being ‘there’ not in her current mental state. But alone once more with Death, she reached up and pulled her cowl from her face, lowering it to her shoulders. “Now that she appears to be safe, this could after all be a full mental projection inside my head. And this place no more than a dreamscape generated by a powerful psyker. Not that I detected that with my spell. But do you have proof, evidence, that you are whom and what you say you are? Sorry to be the doubting Thomas, but I am me.”

And she did want this.. enticingly cute individual to be Death, even if this was a façade. An illusionary face. For if this was Death, then there was a Destiny. And if there was a Destiny, maybe she could avoid her Fate.
 
Wondergirl's Icy Reception vs Lady Clay.

“Wonder Girl... Lady Clayface is yours. Freeze her and shatter her, then keep her from reforming anyway you can.”

With the dome gone, Wondergirls powers weren’t being sapped of energy giving light, and now she could really.. move. A sonic boom blasted her surrounding as she shoot skyward. But she wasn’t leaving the battle, on the contrary she was getting ammo.

She hit the lower atmosphere at supersonic speeds, inhaling oxygen more pure and far colder than an human could handle. And charging up on Helia’s life giving gaze.

Ad then she was driving downwards towards Lady Clay as fast as she climbed. Nice thing about clay, it didn’t move very fast…
.. But Wondergirl did.

At ten feet away she stopped, and hovered.

And exhaled all that supercold oxygen, right at Lady Clay’s face and torso.
 
Renegade

Two minutes later she stopped beside Renegade and smiled handing her the rifle. "Hey I think you dropped something, hope this is okay, I didn't have time to shop around. Now where are the bad guys," she asked drawing the blades, "I have something to give them from Kal."

Watching as the blurring at sped closer, Renegade prepared for a speedball punch, or maybe a blade, her own knives in hand. She didn’t need to slice and dice forever, just one cut was all it took. And then Velocity was standing in front of her.

Taking the rifle, a Model 700 Tactical Chassis, from the Girl she rolled her neck and looked through the scope. Not a sniper rifle, to be sure. But it was a higher end Hunting Rifle for boys with to much money and not enough time. 1 Clip. Four rounds in the mag, 1 in the chamber. Five shots.

In the time it took to mention it she’d already stripped the weapon down, inspected it and returned everything to it’s proper place. She didn’t have time, or ammo, to determine it’s accuracy. She could only hope, she never prayed, that the previous owner had actually managed to do that much.

“Velocity, Renegade, Arrow, Beast Boy… Lady Eve is yours."

“It’ll work. Belay Nightwings, Orders Vee. Help Wondergirl with Lady Clay. Grab jars. Put every piece in a separate jar and make sure they have lids. Department store a couple blocks that way,” she said gesturing. “Canning jars would be best. She weighed about a buck forty, buck fifty. Before the water. Assume One fifty. Get at least two hundred jars. Max a pound a jar. And find ALL of her, not just what’s on the embankment.” And that was going to be a nightmare, even for a speedster. Lady Clay could be upstream, downstream, huddled against a rock underwater, sitting on a twig in a low hanging tree. Inside a hungry fish.

Stopping Renegade made sure she had Velocities attention. “EVERY. LAST. PIECE. We don’t need her coming back in ten years”
 
Xarathos

“G.R.I.D. you and Hotline, Static, and the Rider take on Elemental Woman.” He started giving orders. It came naturally to him, however it was something he didn’t want to do. But then nothing that had happened today was how he would have wanted it.

The Rider, Xarathos, ignored the Mortal. It chose Elemental Woman because she was evil, and deserved what she got. Moving forwards with great sweeps of it’s massive wings, the Daemon threw balls of fire at the metallurgical miracle. She liked elements? Then it was time to see just how much fire she could take.

The Chains rippled and flexed as Xarathos grew ever closer to the Mistress of Elements, and soon enough they darted and slashed like living snakes. Each and every one of the thousands of chains seeking to take it’s pound of flesh, before she got her Penance.
 
“It’ll work. Belay Nightwings, Orders Vee. Help Wondergirl with Lady Clay. Grab jars. Put every piece in a separate jar and make sure they have lids. Department store a couple blocks that way,” she said gesturing. “Canning jars would be best. She weighed about a buck forty, buck fifty. Before the water. Assume One fifty. Get at least two hundred jars. Max a pound a jar. And find ALL of her, not just what’s on the embankment.” And that was going to be a nightmare, even for a speedster. Lady Clay could be upstream, downstream, huddled against a rock underwater, sitting on a twig in a low hanging tree. Inside a hungry fish.

Stopping Renegade made sure she had Velocities attention. “EVERY. LAST. PIECE. We don’t need her coming back in ten years”

Velocity nodded and took off again. Soon there was a huge pile of preserve jars on the banks of the river and then she began her search. Some of the pieces were easy to find and she soon had about a quarter of the jars filled. However she did notice that Clay was out there standing beside the others and looking pretty much as she had the first time she had seen her. Oh she was a little smaller but maybe there were not so many missing particles as Renegade first thought.

Still she continued to search up and down the riverbanks and even around the small area on which the villains were making their stand. She had noticed that Clay was calling her body pieces back to her and she rushed in to intercept them as they made their way towards her.

She didn't know just how many she would be able to collect this way before she was caught out. If the others distracted them long enough perhaps all of them, but it only took one slip up or a fleeting chance for one of the villains to catch a fleeting glance at her and the game would be up.
 
The Rider, Xarathos, ignored the Mortal. It chose Elemental Woman because she was evil, and deserved what she got. Moving forwards with great sweeps of it’s massive wings, the Daemon threw balls of fire at the metallurgical miracle. She liked elements? Then it was time to see just how much fire she could take.

The Chains rippled and flexed as Xarathos grew ever closer to the Mistress of Elements, and soon enough they darted and slashed like living snakes. Each and every one of the thousands of chains seeking to take it’s pound of flesh, before she got her Penance.

Green Arrow took one look at the Rider and then turned to the person who had appeared beside him. Another stunning looking female warrior that could fly, and was carrying around a sword of all things. Rose better be careful, Kara was sure to give this lady the once over and he had a feeling she would like what she saw. Then again they both probably would he chuckled.

Still he felt strangely drawn to her as well but he just shook his head at her sadly. "I don't think now is the right time to be talking with her. Perhaps once the battle is won I will take you up on your generous offer, but right now her mind is more focused on other things. I doubt I would be able to get through to her," he said sadly. "Besides I have a feeling we are going to need her strength."

He looked out into the bay and focused on his target. "However if you wish to help, There are three targets out there that are just begging to be hit. You look like a warrior, feel free to jump in and help out," he smiled.

He drew an arrow and let fly at Lady Eves head. At the moment he did not expect to hit her, it was meant as a distraction. He sent two more directly after it then another one of the exploding obsidian ones. With them all grouped together, perhaps he could finish them off quickly.
 
Feet of Clay.

Velocity nodded and took off again. Soon there was a huge pile of preserve jars on the banks of the river and then she began her search. Some of the pieces were easy to find and she soon had about a quarter of the jars filled. However she did notice that Clay was out there standing beside the others and looking pretty much as she had the first time she had seen her. Oh she was a little smaller but maybe there were not so many missing particles as Renegade first thought.

Still she continued to search up and down the riverbanks and even around the small area on which the villains were making their stand. She had noticed that Clay was calling her body pieces back to her and she rushed in to intercept them as they made their way towards her.

She didn't know just how many she would be able to collect this way before she was caught out. If the others distracted them long enough perhaps all of them, but it only took one slip up or a fleeting chance for one of the villains to catch a fleeting glance at her and the game would be up.

The pieces of Lady Clayface were sluggish-- literally, they moved like slugs.

And while they were dozens of them of varying grams and milligrams and micrograms and kilograms, and they were spread out over a considerable distance, a systematic grid search, methodical and thorough, would gather them all in due course.

With Dervish dead and Planet-Master robbed of his Speed of Mercury, there was no-one left in Kobra's current entourage with speed to even remotely match Velocity's... well... velocity.

The fact that they were even trying to oppose The League still was madness. But then again, zealotry had a way of inspiring insanity. What was the endgame, here?

Ad then she was driving downwards towards Lady Clay as fast as she climbed. Nice thing about clay, it didn’t move very fast…
.. But Wondergirl did.

At ten feet away she stopped, and hovered.

And exhaled all that supercold oxygen, right at Lady Clay’s face and torso.

Lady Clayface had about as much time as it took to flare outward, to surge forward like she was going to wrap Wondergirl up in a blanket of herself... for all the good that would have done. But she didn't even get that far before the arctic breath of the Kryptonian woman reduced her, once again, to a misshapen claysicle.

One hit of sufficient amplitude and there would be a lot more pieces for Carin to pick up. A lot more.
 
His grin returned in full force, "Happy landings."

A Woolly Mammoth suddenly stood in front of Thea, he wrapped his trunk around her waist and tossed her towards the other side of the river.

"BRAT!" was all Thea could think as she went airborne...... But the kid's aim was good. He had her right on trajectory for Ko Ko's back.

Lady Eve stepped forward to intercede against Nightwing, as she had not yet been harried by the second wave--

--but Kobra waved her aside, much to her startlement.

"If Batman's whelp seeks to task me, he must be desperate indeed. I despise getting my hands dirty..."

...he beckoned to Nightwing, bring it on, head tilted back imperiously as the former Robin glided in...

"...but sometimes even a god must stoop to conquer."

Kid had good aim, but maybe a bit much in the zeal department. She relaxed bracing for the impact and yet again new found instincts kicked in. Her tail went straight up in the air and puffed out to maximize the surface for her wind brake. Her legs splayed out at an odd angle to the sides giving more of a wind break. She managed to slow herself up enough that she could turn being a missle into a diving forward roll. She came up from that lunging for Kobra's back. Intent on getting her claws into him.
 
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He drew an arrow and let fly at Lady Eves head. At the moment he did not expect to hit her, it was meant as a distraction. He sent two more directly after it then another one of the exploding obsidian ones. With them all grouped together, perhaps he could finish them off quickly.

Lady Eve drew a nunchaku from her uniform, whirling them with incredible precision and reflexes-- she was easily the match of Kobra's Lieutenant, who had fallen to being outgunned rather than being outfought.

The first three arrows-- smack, crack, whack, she knocked them out of the air almost casually, though the grim focus in her eyes betrayed just how difficult this feat was even for an near-extreme master without super powers. But then, to put the icing on the cake--

--her free hand shot up and grabbed the obsidian arrow just inches from her face--

--she caught it, without blinking, a feat that might even impress legendary assassin Constantine Drakon.

Of course, holding a mystical shattering arrow for any length of time was still a considerable risk...
 
Serpent Tiger Stance.

Kid had good aim, but maybe a bit much in the zeal department. She relaxed bracing for the impact and yet again new found instincts kicked in. Her tail went straight up in the air and puffed out to maximize the surface for her wind brake. Her legs splayed out at an odd angle to the sides giving more of a wind break. She managed to slow herself up enough that she could turn being a missle into a diving forward roll. She came up from that lunging for Kobra's back. Intent on getting her claws into him.

Kobra was facing Nightwing as he glided down for him.

Wildcat bounded at Kobra's back in a ferocious, primordial pounce.

Thus, when Kobra whirled out of Wildcat's path, bent and flowed with fluid precision, the kind of reflexes and neuromuscular aptitude you would see on a super-soldier...

...he was able with deceptively easy grace to aikido Wildcat's lunge into launching her claws-first at the gliding Nightwing.
 
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