Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[Myrobia]

Randall wouldn't make much distance before he was left with an arduous decision. He froze as the van rammed into a nearby jewelry store, and just as quickly watched several thugs rush into the building. Should he just let the robbery happen, or should he do something? Be the hero that he dreaded? This time, he let his instinct decide, he felt that whoever these thugs were, they were out for blood. He put his vendettas against supers aside and focused on one thing only, that no one is going to die.

He sprinted up to the edge of the broken door and leaned to get a look inside. He let his eyes do all the work for now as he assessed the situation. There were five thugs, all with ski masks, sacks, and conveniently enough, guns. One with an SMG, three with pistols, and one with a much larger pistol. The store was in all out chaos, broken glass, screaming hostages, and... Oh God Randall thought, fearing that he may have been to late to save someone. There was a security guard already limp in the floor, blood seeping from the back of his head. Randall feared the worse for him, making a surge of anger flare up, an anger that roared from within him 'no more!'

The next moment, someone else was brought out and had a bun pointed to his head, he had to think fast. He had no way of getting in there fast enough before the gun fired, so it looked like he had to try something a bit more new. He opened his hand and channeled kinetic energy through it forming an invisible ball of vibrating sound waves, the perfect precision projectile. Randall leaned back into the store and formed the ball into a disc before launching it towards the gunman's hand. The disc whizzed through the store at the speed of sound, crashing into the gun and knocking it inti the ground. Now it's time to go on the offensive. Randall jumped into the store and quickly released a series of high pitched soundwaves, loud enough to have everyone covering there ears. With his target disoriented, he sprinted right towards him as he charged his fist with mechanical energy, making it glow with a faint red aura. He went right up to the leader and sent a right hook towards his jaw, the punch made much stronger by the charged energy.

Recoiling from the surprise and pain of having his pistol so violently knocked out of his grip, the leader stepped back from the store manager and his cronies were taken aback as well by the sudden turn of events.He turned around from where the energy disk had come from when it hit his weapon out of his hand and could only watch as he was rapidly closed in on by this teenager coming into the store at a rapid speed.Then to add to the already chaotic situation, a quick succession of high pitched sound waves, loud enough to have everyone including his own men cover their ears from their intensity.

Disoriented and disarmed the leader was defenseless as the teen hit him with a powerful right hook to the jaw, breaking his lower jaw in the millisecond of contact the fist made with his head.He was almost instantly thrown back by the power of the hit and only ended his short flight when his back hit the display case five feet behind him.There he sat, knocked out and bruised badly as his jaw became a swollen bag of purple and black tissue damage from the hit.

"He hit the Left-tenant, GET HIM!" the thug with the sub-machine gun yelled as he opened up with his fully automatic weapon in the teens general direction.He fired from the hip which reduced his accuracy but with his other had holding the bag of jewelry, his remaining thugs with pistols, and his large magazine of 9mm bullets, he was confident they could take this super-reject and get away successfully.

The other thugs began to open up in the teens general direction as well, with only the one thug who had been keeping the manager held down moving towards the van but doing his best to keep out of the teens view while the others distracted him.

[Myrobia]

Randall dove behind a jewelry case to avoid the spray of bullets. As he stayed low to remain in its cover, he turned and saw one of the hostages. He was shaking, his eyes gazing at the teen, wide from what seemed to be a mix of shock and fear. "Don't worry, I'll make sure none of you get hurt" Randall said as he formed two more discs in his hands. Coming up from the cover just enough to see above it, he quickly threw the projectiles as two of the gunmen, then repeated the process for the other two. One by one the firearms fell to the floor like a uniform four beat measure, but now what? Randall didn't really know exactly what to do, any kind of strategy or plan was replaced by adrenaline. Sweat started to trickle down his neck, and the room felt as if it heated up by ten degrees. Then, the idea hit him. Sweat, heat, excellent.

He jumped out of his cover and stood in the center of the room. He put both his hands out by his sides with the palms upward, focusing on all of the heat in the jewelry store. The air quickly became a frigid cold as all heat sped towards Randall. He channeled all of the energy into his hands, just enough to start some sick fires. His hands ignited in a burst if heat and flame, casting an intimidating glow on him. His eyes looked like glowing coals from the fire's glow.

"Now, how about one of you tell me who this 'master' is?" Randall said, putting as much punch into his voice as possible. He wouldn't be able to hold this much energy for long, as he can already feel his hands aching. Sweat poured from his forehead.

The stand-off was silent apart from the crackling of the teens hands as they drew in the heat from the room and caught fire, taking the now disarmed thugs aback as they stood helpless aginst the teen superhuman.They starred at him with wide eyes and drum beat pounding hearts as they contemplated what they could do aginst someone with such powers, and they all collectively realized there was nothing they could do to stop him.

"Our masta is the darkest wizard in the jungle, the most ruthless warlord in Africa, the worlds king of dimonds, he is the dreaded Shadow Sangoma." The one who had held the sub-machine gun dropped to his knees in fear from both this superhuman and from the words he was speaking.The others looked at him in a mix of betrayal and equal fear for their lives

Then out of nowhere a small and oddly colored diamond was thrown at the hero, it shimmered with abnormal power and glowed red with an aura surrounding it to give away its magical nature.Once it was within a foot of him the diamond's glow intensified to an almost blinding shine and detonated with the force of a grenade, blinding and deafening anyone not prepared for the blast and sending the same explosive power aginst the teen.

The man who threw the enchanted diamond was none other than the large leader himself, still suffering the swollen after effects of his initial injury that had put him out cold while his men had fought on.But now he had awoken and was bearing a stainless steel coffee table that the store had one used to give it a modern feel, he used it as a weapon that his muscly armed swung with ease at the teen in an attempt to inflict pain on him in the same way the teen had inflicted pain on his jaw.

"I fill tell you fho my mafsta iz, he iz your FOOM!" (I will tell you who my masta is, he is your DOOM) The leader cried out in pain from speaking at all with his broken jaw and in anger towards the man who had injured him so badly.

The thugs took the distraction as a chance to escape and ran for the white van that was still sticking into the storefront, kicking the hostages aside as they ran.The sub-machine gunner picked his weapon back up and backed up to the vans back as he prepared to fire.

"Lef-tenant we getting out of here!" he yelled out to his leader as the large man attempted to kill the teen with the steel table.

Unknown to the thugs, a slip of paper silently fell out of the back of the van as they scrambled inside and prepared to drive off and escape.This paper was unnoticed by everyone as the fight between the leader and the hero continued on.It was a simple cupon for an antiques store called the Abyssinia Gifts From Africa, it had dimonds on all four corners of the coupon and was written in purple with the small print reading 'A subsidiary of the Sangoma Diamond Exports company, all trademarks reserved.'

[Myrobia]

Randall watched with a proud grin as one of the henchmen spilled everything about the big boss of their crime ring, Shadow Sangoma, who is without a doubt a super. He seems pretty strong, especially if he has a grip on the diamond market, just the training Randall needs before bashing Stark's head in. He let the flames go out, his arms drooping tiredly beside him. A familiar question came to his attention once more. Now what? He beat the bad guys, and he couldn't call the cops, then he would be arrested as well, and he can't just let them go, either. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to make up his mind, as his train of thought of abruptly interrupted by an explosion right to his face.

He flew back from the force of the diamond, slamming against the wall before falling back down. In a sitting position against the wall, his head drifting lazily. Pain ached all over him, a more profound sting throbbing in the back of his head. Randall lifted his head enough to barely see the injured leader approaching him with his hazy vision. Another sharp pain would soon pierce the side of his head as he felt the cold metal of the coffee table. Ringing filled his mind as blow after blow was delivered to him, coming back to his senses after several blows have already been made. As the leader brought the table back for the next swing, Randall focused as hard as he can to channel something, anything that would help him.

The leader swung the table towards him again, but as it made contact with Randall's head, it would snap in half. Surrounding his head was a faint red aura, and that aura quickly spread all across Randall's body, making him far more durable. Now with time to regain his senses, he slowly came back up to his feet, wobbling before staring directly at the leader. With one step, and a fist full of energy, he sent the leader flying out of the jewelry store.

The lesser thugs that had so boldly followed their leader into the store, now were running scared from the hero who had knocked their fearless leader out not once but twice now.The two that made it to the van first didn't hesitate as they hoped into the back and scrambled through the van in an effort to get to the driver and passenger seats and leave this robbery turned brawl.While the other two ran out the hole made by their leaders prompt and unwilling exit from the storefront and out into the street where he laid knocked out yet agian from the teenagers powerful energy.

They could hear his labored breaths as he laid their with his jaw still broken in several places and his body bruised and beaten, but they neither understood if he was dying nor did they care if he was at this point.For they only needed him or his corps to show to the Shadow Sangoma in an pre-planned attempt to avoid the wrath of their master for their utter failure to rob the jewelry store and strike fear into the hearts of the rival diamond company.The mission had become a total failure after the teen superhero had shown up and with their leader beaten so badly their master would have no reason to punish them for failing to defeat someone so powerful even with one of the enchanted dimonds he had given them.

"Quickly throw him in and lets get out of here!" The thug who had reached the driver seat called out as he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, causing the van to groan as it tried to pull away from the storefront it had become wedged in.

The two thugs had almost now qualms about literally lifting up their heavy-set leader and tossing his limp body into the side slider doorway of the van as it tried to wriggle out of the storefront.Then the wheels caught onto the sidewalk concrete and with a violent jerk forward they van shot out and almost sent its passengers tumbling back onto the ground when they jumped in behind their leader.

"This isn't the last you've seen of us boy!" the sub-machine gun wielding thug yelled from the back of the van as he fired his weapon into the air and slammed the rear doors closed behind him.

With that last call for revenge on the teen who had saved the day, the white van sped off down the street northward.

[Myrobia]

Abyssinia Gifts From Africa antiques store, New York

"Do you want to tell him what happened?" One of the thugs asked another as they both looked over to the couch where their leading left-tenant lay unconscious underneath a white linen bed sheet that had been put over his whole body to hide the horrible injury's he had recived during his failed raid on a jewelry store.

They new he should have been brought to a hospital where doctors could heal him, but he was not a citizen of the united states of america and with the local hospitals already overfilled with the injured from the superhero fight that had occurred around the Avengers Tower he was likely to be at the bottom of a long list of patients awaiting medical attention.So instead of proper care the thugs did what they could and applied ice packs and bandages to his wounds and bruises, but could do nothing about the wheezing of his breath from the broken jaw he had recived during the fight with the teen hero.

"Are you mad, he might kill me.You should tell him!" The other thug was almost offended by his comrades attempt to make him the bearer of bad news and likely another victim of their masters wrath.

"Tell me what?" A deep voice with the tone of an ancient said from somewhere in the building, but yet the voice didn't match the old man that spoke as he emerged from the hallway.

"Masta!We did not expect you for another few days." On of the thugs spouted out the respectful greeting as all four of the thugs dropped to their knees and bowed in respect and equal parts fear as the wrinkly African man walked into the room and surveyed his minions who had been holding a conversation about him only seconds ago.

"I arrive whenever I wish.What are you band of fools babbling about, and where is your left-tenant Ir'on Jau with my report?" Their master snapped at the one who had spoke before as if the insinuation of him not being omnipotent and unbound by the laws of humanity was an insult to him.He glanced around the room once more searching for their warband leader and was disappointed to not see him addressing someone of such importance instead of one of these lowly thugs.

The thugs where still kneeling, afraid to be the first to rise and have to explain the sorry situation to their master the Shadow Sangoma.Only the one closest to him had the courage to point back to the static figure laying on the couch underneath the bed sheet.The Sangoma looked at the broken man and then back at the four thugs who were so fearful of his anger to stay knelt.

"What happened and where are my dimonds?" The Sangoma questioned, almost uncaring for the injured and immobile left-tenant that had fought so hard for his master only to be broken by a mere teenager.His only concern was the dimonds that he had ordered this war-band to retrieve from the jewelry store and bring back to him.

"Great Sangoma, we were pillaging the store as you had commanded and it was all going smoothly until that teenager interfered.It was him that beat Ir'on Jau and attacked the rest of us as we sought to retrieve his body.We barely escaped with our lives and we had no time to collect the dimonds." The nearest thug explained what had happened to their ill fated raid and how they all had managed to escape back to this antiques store that served as their base of operations.

"FOOLS, you should have taken my dimonds and left Ir'on to his fate but now you have nothing but a broken leader to show for your failure!I should sell your pathetic lives to a spirit rather than keep you around." He scolded the four men for saving their leader from capture but yet leaving the loot they had been sent to gather.

"Please masta we will not fail you again, spare us please!If Ir'on could not defeat the hero who attacked us what chance did we have, I beg of you let us try again." One of the other thugs cried out as he went from kneeling to full on bowing and crying as he spoke out aginst his horrible fate.

"Hmmmm, you have a point.If Ir'on could not best this new hero then what damage could you whelps do." The insult was a godsend to the thugs as it showed that their retrieval of Ir'on Jau was a good way to avoid the punishment for their failure.

"Jabez!Bring Ir'on to one of those back alley surgeons and have them 'repair' him as soon as possible, and make sure these fools do not fail again or else." The Shadow Sangoma called out, only to have his trusted head of his New York diamond racket appear and look over the sorry bunch he had been put in charge of.

"It shall be done masta!" Jabez snarled as his master walked away and returned to his study in the antique shops upper floor where he had been practicing his fell ritual on a new collection of enchanted dimonds.

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Meanwhile...

Northbound train to the Diamond district, New York

The three men sat on the side seats of the train as it rolled along on its northern trek to the diamond district, where they had planned to return to after a long two days of running dimonds back and fourth for the paranoid black market dealers of the Manhattan underworld.All three were tired and near exhausted from the long hours of having to walk up and down the streets and back alleys of the city to meet with and bargan with the dealers, and while they had much success with most of their dealings they had also suffered many setbacks due to several reasons beyond their control.

They had first been forced to avoid the Bulgarian connection they had been scheduled to meet with after Iron man and Naja along with several other supers had began to have an all out brawl in downtown.This had caused the Bulgarian to call and reschedule his meeting place to a nondescript service tunnel that he knew of, but when the Slavic dealer had been late by two hours for his own meeting and something had been skulking in the darkness of that tunnel the African thugs decided aginst waiting any longer for him and left without selling their product.

But apart form that and a few other scheduling issues they were happy to be carrying back a briefcase filled with several hundred thousand dollars in cold hard american cash, along with a remaining briefcase full of rough cut blood dimonds that they had failed to sell to the Bulgarian.But yet with all the money and diamonds in their hands, two of the thugs were asleep while the third stayed awake playing with his pistol as he waited to wake them when they arrived at their destination.

He had been bored as he messed with the trigger action on his 1911 pistol until he heard a bump on the side of the train that had caused him to jump from fright.One moment the window showed nothing but the blur of the outside tunnel lights going by without distinction aginst the darkness , then the next there was the dark figure that had been skulking around in the service tunnel before, his four glowing green eyes peering into the passenger car as they had back int he tunnel.

"What the hell!" The frightened thug yelled out as he violently shook the one thug that had been sleeping on the seat next to him awake , then threw the briefcase full of dimonds at the other one who had been sleeping on the opposite side of the train car.

"There's something out there." He yelled loudly as the other two thugs stood up with their pistols in their hands.Then they heard another thump on the passenger car behind theirs, an indication that there were more than one of whatever had been in that service tunnel and that they were following them now.

"Shoot them both!" The other thug said as he turned to the roof where the second thump had come from and began to fire in the general area the thump had come from.The other began to fire at the glowing eyes and although still drowsy from their sleep they were still presented with a literally glowing target as they fired at the window and shattered the glass.

[Myrobia]

Abyssinia Gifts From Africa antiques store, New York

Giza was still meditating up in his private room of the Abyssinia Gifts From Africa, having spent he hours after his minions latest report of a teenage superhuman interfering with their robbery.This small and almost insignificant interruption in his East coast operations had been annoying at first, but he realized that although he hadn't managed to reap the rewards of the rival diamond export companies store he had still sent them a clear message that they were being targeted.This idea of the greedy CEO's cowering in fear of his dimwitted thugs coming for them made the old man crack a smile, how fun was it to make these men of the modern world suffer so greatly using nothing but sheer strength and hatred.

But these daydreams were distracting him form his studies and he still had six more diamonds to enchant with several differing chants before he could distribute them to his cronies, giving them the edge over the other street rats of this pit hole of a city.With that in mind he returned to his cross-legged position and recited a chant of fire, a collection of Swahili and what could be called old Latin spilled from his mouth as the candle light around the room grew more intense as the heat began to rise.The Ruby before him began to glow red and draw in the flames as if it was a conduit of the flames themselves, but yet the flames of the candles spread about did not die from the pulling of their fires.

Casting a handful of spices and a chickens foot into the path of the flames he felt the nape of his neck tense up, he ignored the sensation and continued to concentrate on the task at hand.But as the ritual bore on he could feel the presence of a being with mystical power arriving upon earth, he tried to ignore it as he had before but with his mind on the meta-physical plain for the ritual he could not help but look beyond his own machination and wonder what or who was arriving now.

He was almost done and with only three more words left he could feel the strain of the ritual and the search form this being treating at his mind, but he was strong and he was in control or so he told himself.With a blinding flash the ritual was done and the ruby was not on par with the explosive might of a bomb, freeing him to float further into the magical either and see who was there.The Mandarin,Doctor Fate, and a whole planets worth of magicians were felt but they were the same old foes and fools alike, the new presence was not on this planet only a few hours ago and was plainly human in form as Giza could see him.

"WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE!?" His mind sent the message to the being, who could have been a continent away or just a few feet from his doorstep.He didn't know as he had not attuned his search so soon after expelling energy on the enchantment ceremony.

He wondered if he was the only one to have sensed this new man's arrival, but when he considered the madness the world was drowning in at the moment with the hero's fighting each other and the public going wild he was not surprised a few sorcerers had missed this arrival of a new player on the field.

[Myrobia]

-Snip-

The thug that had first fired on the dark figure hanging on the outside of the train now found himself in a melee aginst some sort of green human-like creature as it had burst through another window and attacked him.He could feel the struggle between them was already one sided as he desperately tried to hold onto his pistol and prevent this freak of nature from taking it away from him, but he was losing the fight as he gripped the pistols grip and barrel with all his might only to have the thing do the same with greater effect.

His first move was to try to kick the thing away as he was still just landing on top of him and wouldn't have a good enough balance to counter his legs.But that proved ineffective as he keened and kicked at him several times with his steel toe boots but to no avail, whoever this thing was it was defiantly stronger than an average human who would have recoiled in pain from those strikes.

The next option was to try and shoot this creep at close range with the pistol, so he secured one of his fingers around the trigger and pulled back.The gunshot was deafening at such close proximity to their ears but he managed to fire three times before an audible *CLICK* from the pistol action announced that he had run out of ammunition after having shot at the window and now apparently wasting three more bullets.

-Snip-

The thug starring down the man in the fedora and grimy suit held onto his gun firm as he starred into the eyes of this second attacker, he didn't know if he was the killing type and he knew you could read the eyes for his intentions.He looked fro a long moment at those eyes but wasn't quite sure if he was willing to kill him or not, something that the thug was more than willing to do if he knew he could get away with it.

But as he looked around after looking directly at the shotgun wielding man, he realized his situation had become less than advantageous with his fellow thugs not begin able to help.The first thing he saw was the monster holding his comrade down on the ground as he wrestled with him for the pistol, a few shots rang out that gave him hope that he had killed that green thing and would assist in killing the shotgun man.But to his dismay the shots seemed to be wasted as the monster continued to fight with him on the ground and the pistol clicked empty.He knew that he would receive no help from him and that he would likely end up in the same situation.

Then looking over to his other comrade in arms, he lost all confidence as he saw that he had all but disappeared, taking the money and the dimonds with him.The only thing that remained of that coward was the coupon of the Abyssinia Gifts From Africa antiques store, the fool had forgot to take the slip that would lead these two do-gooders right to their doorstep, if they didn't follow that idiot back first.

"You, got me.I give up!" The thug announced as he threw the pistol down and knelt.The other thug who was wrestling with the monster heard his friends surrender and reluctantly surrendered as well.

[Myrobia]

-snip-

The stranger came to his senses and surrendered. Owen stared down at the thug on the floor. "I can make this hurt or I can make it hurt a lot. You choose. Tell me who you are working for and I can leave you in a comfortable position for the cops to get you. Or I can hang you upside down. Like I said, your choice." He fingered the whip at his belt, then turned back to Patho to see the other man surrendering.

Northbound train to the Diamond district, New York

With hate burning in his eyes and a grimace of the same emotion on his face the thug looked back up at the hero, despising being put in such a situation by his comrades cowardice and the others incompetence.He put his hands behind his head and continued to stare angrily at the man as he contemplated what this fool was asking him to do, did he realize what he was getting into and what hell would come down on him because of this.Then as the anger grew to a boiling point the thug realized he would suffer for revealing his masters name but that this would-be-hero and his pet would suffer more than anyone else.

"Our masta is the heart of darkness, the greatest sorcerer of Africa, The Shadow Sangoma and he will have your heads presented to him on silver platters for attacking me and hampering his dealings." He spat as he spoke as a direct offense to this interrogation and smirked slightly as he imagined the horrors that would befall this idiot.

The train was slowing now and the PA system crackled to life with a garbled announcement that they were arriving at the Diamond District Subway-Station.His cowardly freind was likely already at the first passenger car by now with both briefcases and readying to hop onto the platform and hoof it back to the shop just a block away.The thug looked away towards the front of the subway train, thinking about how he would have been walking off calmly if that coward had stayed here and shot this fedora wearing boy-scout and finished off the green thing in the next car.But he had run and now he would be pursued by these two and ultimately blamed fro bringing them to the base where they would be handled by the resat of the gang and their master.

"Follow the coward who abandoned us, weather you survive after catching up with him is less than my concern.Abyssinia Gifts From Africa antiques store just down the block is where we were heading and is likely your future grave." He spat agian on the mans shoes and starred into the gun barrel now.

[Myrobia]

Randall Ordine

Randall looked up at the building in front of him, then down at the business card. Yep, this was the place, Abyssinia Gifts from Africa. This time he actually had the slightest idea of what he's doing. He's going to get some information where he can, the most important being the wherabouts of Sangoma. He looked inside before entering the store.

Abyssinia Gifts from Africa

"MASTA!MASTA!MASTAAA!" One of the thugs yelled as he ran up the stairs to the private meditation room of his master, a place he had been told never to go near except in the most extreme of circumstances.

But now he had been told by the New York gang's lead Left-tenant Jabez that he was to alert the Sangoma of a sudden and unexpected arrival that had shown up in front of the store only a minute ago.So with the message in the fore-front of his mind the thug ran up the stairs causing the old boards to creak and moan as his weight pressed down on them, only to move onto the next step and repeat the loud sound again.

Then he arrived at the doorway to the masters private room, behind a door where several fetishes and charms hung around the doorway and several ancient glyphs were etched into the wooden door.Cautiously the thug slowly reached forward to touch the glowing diamond crested door knob, sure that his reflection in the dimonds was replaced with the eyes of a thousand demons starring back at him with hungry eyes.But he had a message to deliver to his master and failure to do so would likely be more frightening than whatever was dwelling in this measly doorknob.

To his fright the door swung open with the force of a hurricane behind it, almost knocking him back down the stair case from the force of its movement.There out of the dimly lit room of candles with abnormally low flames and darkness surrounding them, the face of fear and chaos emerged bearing an obsidian bladed knife the size of a mans fore-arm and a blood red diamond dagger in his other hand.The thug immediately recognized the face was not a face but the Shadow Sangoma's wooden war mask from ages ago and the tribal outfit he wore was the one he had went to war with back in Africa when he first took over the warlords army.

"Masta, the teen super who had interrupted our robbery is -." The thug stuttered out as he knelt, only to be interrupted by his masters voice.

"Right outside the storefront, I know.I sensed him while I was searching for the true identity of another presence that has arrived on earth.This continued interruption of my plans is growing tiresome and I will handle him once and for all.Have the men follow me out!" The Shadow Sangoma ordered as he magically floated down the stairs and headed toward the front door of the store, a small gaggle of thugs following him as he went.

Annoyed by the situation already he simply blasted the door off its hinges, sending it flying out into the street like a flat missile.He floated out of the doorway flanked on both sides by all nine of his thugs who had returned form their various missions, including Jabez and his crew.But one of the others was the recently returned Left-tenant Ir'on Jau, who sported a newly installed jaw to replace his original which had been shattered beyond repair.

"So you are the fool who has been hindering my operations and damaging my property, I was expecting someone ... bigger!" He motioned to Ir'on Jau (pronounced Iron Jaw now) and looked at the teenager as he stood int he street.

[Myrobia]

-snip-

Abyssinia Gifts

Randall looked up at the masked warlord floating in front of him. His eyes giving of an unfazed look of scrutiny. "Uh huh. I'm here looking for..." He said before looking back down at the business card still in his hand. "...a Mr. Sangyomama? No... wait, that's wrong... a Mr. Sangoma?" He gave a cocky grin and tossed the card behind him. "Oh, wait! I assume that must be you. I was expending someone..." He looked uo and down at Sangoma, rubbing his chin. "Scarier".

"INSOLENT FOOL!I am the Shadow Sangoma, dark witch doctor of the Congo, feared wizard of Ethiopia, unholy conjurer of the Serengeti.what brazen pride gives you the gaul to interfere with my machinations, arrive at my very doorstep and insult me in front of my own men.I will make you pay for your confidence with your own blood boy!" The Shadow Sangoma yelled as he spread his arms out and opened his palms to reveal two gems glowing yellow in his hands.

With a burst of energy the gems lit up and expelled great beams of light, the stored energy forced into laser-like form as it was aimed at Randall.The beams were separate at first but then they collided and joined into one larger beam of heat and power as they barreled straight at the teenager.

The thugs and Iron Jaw stood by and watched as their master unleashed his power, fully expecting him to easily destroy this young man where they had failed to do so.

[Myrobia]

The moment the Shadow Sangoma fired the beams, Randall smirked and stuck out his palm. As they barreled towards him, they would come in contact with his hand, which in turn absorbed the energy of the attack. He looked down at his now glowing hand, noticing how hot it now felt.

"Hm, I see that your attack used a vast amount of heat, concentrated into a continous beam. I think you might need to find another means of killing me, and don't try steel coffee tables"

How fortunate that the warlord used energy in that attack, if it was anything else Randall would have been nothing but a neat pile of dust now. He felt the great amounts of heat weigh down his hand, and found it best to release it all now. With a grunt, he released all of the energy back at its sender, in a similar uniform beam.

"BAH!" The Shadow Sangoma was caught unaware as his own beams of energy being absorbed and redirected at him.

He had anticipated that this overzealous and nosy teenager would simply been vaporized by the beams, but instead he manipulated the energy within them and fired a similar but slightly less potent response back at the sorcerer.The beams barreled back at him, causing the thugs and Iron Jaw to run to the sides of the building or back into the store for cover from the destructive force coming at them.

The Shadow Sangoma braced himself for the hit and chanted a protective spell, creating a hastily constituted barrier of magic in front of him.It was barley taller than him and not wide enough to cover his minions, but he didn't particularly care what happened to the pawns in the first place so he was not to concerned.

The blast hit the barrier, causing a hairline fracture and then a full on crack before the barrier gave way after absorbing the brunt blast.The Sangoma was pushed back a foot or so, but two of the thugs that had been caught in the blast were throw a good ten feet through the large glass windows where the store had displayed its African vases and pottery.These two smashed through the glass and the vases and landed somewhere in the back of the store.

"Not as weak as I took you for boy, don't worry though I may not scare you much but I will teach you why they fear me soon." He mumbled a few words and gripped another diamond from the leather sack he carried on his trousers.

The diamond erupted not with a beam like the last two had but instead a ghastly green form of a ghost-like demon pulled itself from the diamond and roared its freedom cry as it followed his unheard commands.Its hands becoming corporal and physically capable of harming a mortal as it swung at Randall with its muscled arms.

[Myrobia]

-snip-

The demon had been in its physical form to attack the teenager, but the shifting from meta-physical to physical was a double edged sword as it made the ghoul capable of causing harm but also opened it up to receiving damage as well.It had swung hard but missed, only for the teenager to retaliate with his own powered attack on it.

The apparition roared with pain as it was flung high up into the air by the hit and only regained its composure as it reached rooftop level.The Shadow Sangoma was furious as he watched the magically bound demon get tossed about so easily by Randall, but as he willed it to renew its attacks on the boy it sent a telepathic message back to him that the boy was becoming the least of his problems.

-snip-

The demon looked at the two flying humans as they approached the block where the store and its master were, at first it could only focus on attacking Randall as the Sangoma had willed it to.But now it warned him of the two approaching supers and of a small gaggle of SHEILD agents as they closed in on the battle area, being sure that its handler was not caught unaware by the appearance of these forces.

"HA HA, you could not hope to defeat me by yourself so you call upon these fool-hearty reinforcements to aid you boy!No matter the agents of SHEILD and your little super-friends will fall just the same." The Shadow Sangoma announced as he looked up at War Machine above them.

He willed the demon to remove the new found threat of the reinforcements before he finished off Randall, he had intended to teach the boy a lesson in pain and fear and like any good teacher he would not allow any interruptions of his class.The demon shifted to its magical form again and flew at breakneck speed towards War-Machine, bearing its teeth and jaw wide open for a bite of the metal man it had set its sights on.It only resumed corporal form once it had come close enough to lash out and bite down hard on the suits Gatling gun.

"Servants of the Shadow Sangoma, destroy these interlopers!" Iron Jaw growled as he saw the SHEILD agents approach the fight and looked to Jabez, both knew their master didn't want these nosy special forces types interrupting his destruction of Randall.

The thugs pulled out their pistols and sub-machine guns, coking the actions back and preparing themselves for the battle ahead.Then like the untrained but zealous militants they were they began to fire on the agents and take cover behind trash cans and hop back inside the shattered windows of the store where they could fire out at the agents with impunity.Iron Jaw pulled out his large Magnum 44 and rushd behind the cover of a parked car as he fired on them

[Myrobia]

-snip-

"What!Not with you what do you -" The Shadow Sangoma was caught by surprise when the SHEILD and Dark Recon forces had shown up, but the revelation of Randall not being associated with either of them and them actually being after him was just stacking onto the madness of the moment.

He took the punch to his stomach and hit the front of the store hard, causing a small indentation in the brick and mortar wall as his body pressed aginst it with force.He was still trying to wrap his head around what had just transpired and how out of hand the situation was getting for him, but he was not so easily overwhelmed and didn't go down that easily.

"No matter, I'm the only one who gets to have the pleasure of killing you boy!The others will serve as wonderful sacrifices, but you will die an in honorable death on this street I assure you." He then pulled the necklace from his neck, its skull shaped centerpiece diamond opening its mouth through unkown means and glowing red as it built up an aura of darkness in the Sangoma's hand.

Then from the necklace centerpiece a pitch black hand reached out and punched back at Randall, hitting him in the stomach just as he had hit the Sangoma just a moment ago.

[Myrobia]

-snip-

"Little old me try something, no way.I don't really care about the fate of a few fools!" The Shadow Sangoma chuckled as the Indiana Jones wannabe pulled a shotgun on him, as if it was supposed to make him fearful or something.

"Ir'on Jau on the other hand may have reservations about you pulling a gun on me, So I think I'll just let you two talk for a bit." The Sangoma said with a smirk as his newly enhanced henchman Iron Jaw snuck up behind Owen and clasped around his upper body and arms in a bear hug.Causing the shotgun to point downward and away from the Shadow Sangoma as Iron Jaw's python-like arms wrapped around the smaller man from behind and began to squeeze him.

The Shadow Sangoma let out a laugh, and turned to find the teenager who had sought to end his pursuers chase of him once and for all.He no longer wanted to kill the boy because he had interrupted his business there in New York, he simply wanted to see him suffer for insulting him so greatly in front of his own men.But between him and the teen stood the second of the two men who had come to his aid, and while the fedora wearing man was being handled by Iron Jaw, The Sangoma would have to swipe this one away to get back to his task.

He threw a diamond at the foot of the humanoid thing standing in front of him, and within a foot of it the diamond detonated into a fireball that made the very air in the street heat up and culminated with a grenade like explosion.

[Myrobia]

-Snip-

"My time in this city has only begun!I will not be talked down to by some diseased thing like you!" The Shadow Sangoma balled his fist and mumbled something after he rebutted the green creatures bold claim.

He threw down a yellow diamond at his feet and from the place he threw it a small yellow wall of transparent magic extended out from the diamond, forming a man sized shield between him and Patho.The strength behind the leap the creature had made was only to be redirected back at him as he slammed into the yellow wall of magic and was thrown back with equal force as he had hit it.Once the monster had been repelled, the Shadow Sangoma walked effortlessly through the magical wall causing it to vaporize into nothing but ozone and sparkles as the power that held it dissipated.

"Time to get your shot." He said as he pulled out his blood red diamond dagger, cocking his arm back for a strong stab into Patho.

The thugs were suffering heavily as they battled aginst not only on equal footing aginst the normal agents of SHEILD, but also aginst the excellent aim of Deadshot and Bullseye.But as long as their master was still breathing and capable of punishing them for running from his service, they would fight because there were worse things that the Shadow Sangoma could bring upon them than death by the hands of these men.

Jabez lead the thugs disorganized but valiant fight aginst the forces of SHEILD, commanding his underlings like a military officer who's life depended on their success, because it did.But he countered the superiority of the enemy by using the gifts his master had bestowed to him alone, enchanted dimonds that exploded like grenades, smoke bombs, and a plethora of other types that varied based on color.

He could see that the demon was keeping the War Machine from bringing its fire power to bear on the already beleaguered thugs, but that the longer the ghoul and the machine fought the less the magics could keep it n the mortal plain.

[Myrobia]

Jump City
Being picked up by the gigantic slime girl made the hair on Panther's back stand on end. The officers backed off reluctantly after Xri threatened them. After being put down, Panther morphed back to his normal form. He tipped his hat, bowed to Xri, and said, "Señora, I apologize for the insolent actions of my counterpart. If I get too stressed, I turn into that monster. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sancho, the Panther. It is my honor to meet such a beautiful lady."
New York
Owen was restrained by the big man behind him. He struggled against the immense strength that prevented him from reaching his whip at his belt. His shotgun was also on the ground in front of him. He said, "I don't want to hurt you, but I have to." He threw his elbow backwards and giving the big man holding him a shiny black eye. Then came a kick in the shin. Hopefully, this would work to distract him so that Owen could reach his shotgun and whip. His friend was distracted, so it was up to him.

"Odd, because I really want to HURT YOU!" Iron Jaw's metallic jaw snapped up and down menacingly as the sharp blade like teeth mounted on it shined in the light.

He was angry now, and while he stumbled back with his eye covered and his shin in pain as if it had been broken he could only think about tearing this fedora wearing fool to pieces.With his mind set to nothing else than murder he swung a hard rear hand punch that lead on like he would hit with his right fist, but instead he lead with a left hit to Owens head.Iron Jaw wasn't super powered like some of the other participants of the fight around them, but he had been gifted as a large and strong man with a killer mindset an now a bionic jaw to make his vicious attitude all the more visible.

"HAAA!" He yelled as he struck at Owen.

[Myrobia]

Snip snap

Annoyed with this monsters tricks and almost completely denied any visibility within the smoke cloud the Shadow Sangoma whipped his hands around in odd patters and mumbled a low chant.As soon as he finished the chant a massive gust of wind seemed to emerge from his hands and push outward like a tornado, twisting around the old man and sucking up the smoke into the sky above him.He could see the green creature was gone and that he had slipped away, but he was unsure if this grotesque freind of the teenager was the type to just run away from a fight.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he sensed something emerging from the thin wall of smoke that remained from the twisters aftermath.A small metallic canister was used like a projectile and thrown straight at him, only through his magical senses had he caught onto it so quickly.He flung his hand upwards and caught the canister with nothing more than his magical sense and reflexes to aid him, but before he could throw it back it made a low *POP* and out came a gush of orange cloud that hit harmlessly aginst his magically imbued mask but burned his skin like fire everywhere else.

"Fell thing, what is this poisonous dust you curse me with!?" The Shadow Sangoma yelled as he tried to wipe the burning sensation off of his skin while holding the dagger with his other hand to fend off anymore attacks.

The demon was caught unawares by the toss of one of his masters minions into his grapple with War Machine, it retreated back as it and the metallic man were thrown apart from eachother.But when it regained its senses it found itself till in corporal form and far enough away that the mini-gun on the mans back could cause it damage, which it did.

The small rounds pierced through the already weakened demons magical skin and caused it to cry out a defiant but beaten roar as it took the punishment of a thousand bullets.Then finally with flames erupting from its multiply wounds it exploded in a rip between the magical plain and the mortal world, causing a small explosion as the tear in reality was opened and then closed again in mere milliseconds.

To it and its summoners dismay the demon was no more, and with such a defeat more would not be coming to serve the Sangoma during this battle.

[Myrobia]

snippity snappity

"Cursed son of a curr, I'll make you-" The Shadow Sangoma was about to go off on one of his rants about how he would destroy the man he was fighting, but he was suddenly beset by a feeling or lack of feeling that made him stop mid sentence.He pulled a small dart from his body and held it in his already numbing fingers with curiosity and anger in his now dopey eyes.

He wobbled back and fourth as he tried to make the words come out of his mouth but his will and his senses were failing him miserably.As he shakedly walked forward he dropped his dagger and began to slowly fall downward under the pull of gravity that had become so strong all of the sudden.His final act of defiance for whatever had happend to his own body was the revealing of a purple diamond in his already numb hands, he did his best to raise it up and almost felt he could not bear to do so.But he did and with every ounce of strengths he forced his hand high into the air and made his hand open up, revealing the diamond and causing it to fall from his grip above his head.

With a flash of fire and the puff of purple smoke he was engulfed in a different sort of magic than the ones he had used during the battle.Instead of destruction the diamond served a different action entirety, teleportation to a pre-set destination.He dissipated and was gone by the time the magical smoke had settled and dispersed.

Gone, but to where?.....

[Narintia]

Nakasan


Helplessness.
That was what I felt.
I had defended Planet Metamoar for all my life, and now I was here.
I was afraid. I have never felt this emotion before.
But if I didn't stop trembling, the universe might be destroyed
But even at max, could he stop the monster.
He didn't sense him yet, so that was good.
He would do it.
The person's name was Buu.
All he was
...
was a target.
''Hey, BUU! EAT THIS! OMEGA FLASHER!'' he shouted, directly transforming into Super Saiyan Two and firing the whitish energy blast.
He smiled.
His facial expression turned to horror.
That was his best.
It didn't scar him at all.

[Narintia]

The saiyajin got up. ''I think your forgetting someone.'' Nakasan said. He powered up to maximum in his Super Saiyan Two form. ''How did you get so strong?'' he shouted. '' You're dead!'' He flew at him, charging at Buu, his fist extended. He didn't care if Buu was ten times his strength. Hell, he didn't care if Buu was a 100 times his strength. He was going to kill him. He was going to save this universe like he saved his one.
''The nightmare will end now.'' he thought.

[Narintia]

''If I know right, if he presses that hard enough, it's gonna knock me out... but my arms are gone... Oh...'' He smirked. With a clamp, he bit down on Buu's finger. ''Not so funny now, how does it feel to get eaten.'' He pulled the same trick with Frieza. He enjoyed how they felt when they thought they won. There is no such thing as a fair fight. That's what Metamoar taught him. Use everything avalible- grab their head, bit their arm, kick em in the groin- all ways to fight. Well, unless your race reproduces Asexually

[Narintia]

''I can't fall... not here...'' Nakasan said. He needed strength. He wouldn't- he wouldn't be absorbed. He felt something tick- was it insanity? Was he going insane? It was over...[i]Its not over. You just have to reach inside you, and pull out all your power. Your friend did it- you can too.'' A new filled energy filled him. ''GET. AWAY. FROM. ME!'' Nakasan screamed. He had broken through the barrier! He had ascended- again.
Quickly loosing himself out of Buu's grip, he said ''I would hate to cut this reunion short, but I don't appreciate being absorbed. Good thanks. see ya, bye.'' Nakasan said, as he flew off.

[Narintia]

About a hundred miles north of East City

He hated to admit it, but he was too weak. Even after ascending, Buu more then dwarfed his power. And he was the strongest in his universe! If he was going to get stronger, he had to train. 'Thank you, Bulma' he muttered, then grabbed a small capsule out of his pocket and threw it at the ground. 'I've never actually had to use this for a few months, but Buu is a serious threat. Maybe I should hit the time chamber after this.' Nakasan walked inside the state of the art room. Inside was a full set of buttons, with a fully stocked kitchen. 'Gravity- 100x Planet Vegeta, training simulator X' Around 50 robots appeared, firing energy blasts. He dodged, faster and faster, before finally firing a energy blast, destroying the robots with sheer power.

''wew, that was rough.''

[Narintia]

About a hundred miles north of East City

While Nakasan was training, a large dent appeared at the top of the gravity chamber. ''What the hell?'' Nakasan thought. He got out of the gravity chamber and flew up. ''What's your prob- oh, its you.'' Nakasan said. ''What happened? Did you beat Buu?'' 'No, I can still sense his energy, I guess I'm too optimistic.' he thought. ''Do you want to train in the gravity chamber?'' ''After this we can hit the time chamber..''

[Narintia]

le void

[Narintia]

Nakasan, Gravity Chamber

''My power has already increased several times, but I barely feel like I'm getting stronger. Is this my true limit? Is Super Saiyan Grade 6 the highest I can reach? This can't be it! I am the strongest in my-'' ''Nakasan, can you hear me?'' North Kaio shouted. ''North Kaio, from my universe? Do you know how I can get out of this place?'' Nakasan asked, hopefully. ''Well, no, but something is wrong with the New Namek in your universe! It seems they are being attacked by Frost!'' ''Let me guess, Frieza's brother? Seriously, that dumb as shit naming pun. King Cold. Frieza. Cooler. Ice. Arctic. And now Frost? Whats next, Lack of Heat?'' ''Well.. uh...'' North Kaio muttered. ''There is seriously a Ice-jin in my universe called 'lack of heat' '' ''Yes but Aesdeew managed to defeat him without even turning Super Saiyan.'' ''Thats my bro!'' Nakasan shouted, fist pumping the air. ''This is no time for jokes! New Namek might be destroyed! And Frost is his uncle, idiot.'' North Kaio sighed. Nakasan was the strongest in his universe, but sometimes he was a little bit too excited. Grabbing his pocket, Nakasan pulled out a capsule, this one contained his old Attack Pod. Putting the Gravity Chamber in the capsule, he got into the pod. ''New Namek.'' he shouted, and it quickly set off.

Summary before the events of Infinite Justice
Nakasan, after defeating Majin Buu in his universe, was classified as the strongest alive. He agreed to let the Kais be over him in name, and he travelled the galaxy, settling disputes and making sure all was alright. He wielded the legendary Z-Sword, well he used to, anyway.
How did he defeat Buu, but only be a planet buster, you may ask?
Well, Nakasan was defeated by Buu once, until he travelled to the Planet of the Kais. Pulling out the Z-Sword, he battled Buu again. Using the Z-Sword's magical propeties, it cut Buu in half again and again- negating his healing factors. After that, Nakasan fired a Omega Flasher, ending the threat to his universe, once and for all.