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

[Charmera]

Claudia smiled for a bit, that last bit comforting her. She held Tomia, her human form giving her complete resistance to Tomia's fire even if she didn't have hulk durability at the moment. The little girl didn't feel as small as before. Claudia briefly wondered if she would gain her hulk form again, feeling strangely calm in a zen like mood at the moment. "I'm sorry Tomia. I know I'm not your favourite person in the world at the moment. But I'll take care of you as best I can." She spoke. Then suddenly her eyes widened. She shot up, letting go of Tomia. She lurched around.

"Tomia.. get back." She spoke, her vision going red for a moment as she felt rage. Unforgiving rage go through her system. She vomited forth blood, irradiated white hot blood. She hoped the child had moved back a bit. For the searing agony that poured through every part of her body that came next heralded an inferno. A sudden and intense fire around her. Her body turned red, her hieght increased and her form became more formidable.

Again, staggering a bit, she sighed. "That was... Painful." She spoke. She sighed, walking to Claudia and picking her up. "So. Do you want me to carry you while I jump or do you want to fly beside me?" She spoke. "We're headed to... new york. I have an apartment there.... if it's not trashed." She spoke.

Tomia:

Her hands began to shake, her body trembling, tears pricking at the edge of her eyes. Stumbling forward, she buried her face in Claudia's shoulder, letting the tears lose as she held on tightly. Somehow, this all felt like her fault. Her Dad wouldn't have been killed if it wasn't for her. Her mother wouldn't have been nailed to a wall and later slammed into the ground if she hadn't been there and had behaved as she should have. Her Dad was gone right after finding him, and now she was stuck with this mean girl, who her Daddy loved more than her Mom and stood up for Claudia instead of being here for her when she needed him.

Breathing erratically, she felt the weight of her power within her chest. It was enormous, to much for a child to handle, and she shouldn't have to deal with it, she was just a kid, not like her Dad who was a seasoned warrior and could control these forms. Wait... When he changed his hair back to black after he cut the big blue monster in half, he had closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let it lose, and bam he was better.

Taking a shaky breath, she closed her eyes, willing the golden flames away and.. poof it was gone!

"I-_ did it!" She smiled tiredly, her cheeks puffy and red from crying, all visible skin covered in dust and on odd occasion blood.

"D-Daddy wanted to be wished back by the Dr-D-r-a-g-o-n Balls." She said slowly, enunciating each word slowly, in a strangely adorable way for a child covered in blood and dust, with her left arm hanging limply at her side.

"You did kid." Spoke Claudia. A smile came to her face. She frowned as she saw her injury. "You're a really brave kid. You know that?" She said. She quickly looked for the sensu bean, giving half of it to Tomia. "Eat it before we go. We'll head to new york, I'll jump you there and we can rest. From there we can gather the dragon balls and wish your dad back to life." She frowned, looking at her again. "And... you won't ever have to see me again..." She spoke. Even if Hiroshi loved her, Claudia didn't want to have to force Tomia to endure living with her. Plus who would want to live with an unstable red hulk? No. It'd be better for everyone if she stayed away from the family.

But for now, she offered a weak smile. "I bet you I could jump all the way to New York in just three Jumps." She boasted. She had to be glad for her power at least a bit. It flooded her limbs with strength she didn't know was even possible for her to have. She felt invincible to say the least.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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After her explanation of where they happened to be at the moment, Hadrimmelis simply smiled at the childlike dream wanderer's reactions as she continued leading them through the self-generating Great Temple, through azure-tinted hallways adorned with ancient tapestry, mysterious engravings and statues of those World-Dragons that lived no longer, immortalized as stone watchers by the Dragon Force itself to be remembered forevermore. Hadrimmelis was indeed quite content to see Lula's reaction to everything she had explained earlier, pleased to have someone to talk to, even in such an isolated place as her dreams. Certainly, she was always hearing the thoughts of every one of her subjects, and she could talk to them if she so desired, making use of her avatars to interact with them. Yet, in a way, one could say that this Hadrimmelis, the one found inside of her dreams, was the 'purest' of her avatars, being unique and also closest to her true consciousness. As such, she appreciated the company a lot more than she would if this were any other of her avatars.

When Lula spoke cryptically about the dreams of the Time Demons, however, the World-Dragon glanced at the girl with curiosity, and a tinge of concern, noticing that there was a change in the dream completely opposite of the one that occured when she was happy about guessing her traits. She reasoned that the girl's mood could greatly alter the host dream without any conscious effort, which seemed like a dangerous power, but then, this was hardly a harmful manifestation of such power, and in the event that things did get out of control, which they did not, then surely her psionic power could be of some assistance. Despite this, Hadrimmelis was quite relieved when the girl seemed to return to her usual self only a moment after her statement. As far as company went, she much preferred her to be like this.

Hearing Lula speak about herself, the World-Dragon listened with interest. If she was born with the first sentient creature, then she was indeed old. The second most ancient sentient creature in the universe, one could argue, perhaps the oldest alive, but then, the universe worked in strange ways sometimes, so she wouldn't bet on it either. Her task of recording minds was very intriguing as well. An universal oniric record of sorts, if she understood it correctly. A look into the past for some, a history lesson, perhaps. An interesting thing nonetheless, one she would have to ask about later, definitely.

"Oh, nightmares?" Hadrimmelis spoke after hearing Lula's question, looking thoughtful for just a moment. "No, I can't say I do. There are things that concern me, things that bring me worry, but nightmares? No, we don't have those." She stated. "One of the many side effects of our vast psionic power is that we are able to remain lucid while dreaming during our long slumber, and even though we are asleep, we are still conscious. As such, nothing appears in my dreams if I don't wish it to be there." She explained, before glancing at Lula with a smile. "With the exception of you, I suppose, but then, I don't particularly wish you to be gone, either, so that's a non-issue." She said.

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Etla continued listening to Alex as he talked to her about how to control her powers. He had said plenty of times that her power was now limitless and her strength immeasureable, but the part about focusing on the ammount of power she wanted to have was some pretty sound advice. Of course, she had never met Superman, never even heard about him, as she had been on Earth for less than a day when the Incursions began and the end of the Multiverse arrived, so he was definitely not a good gauge for her. But the point stood that focusing on the ammount of power she wanted was very good advice, and so, she closed her eyes and concentrated once more. The Star Core was the most power she had ever handled, so she figured it was as good a starting point as any, especially since it had been the power which she used to defeat the super Corpsman earlier. Just like Alex said, it was a good ammount of power, and she could control it with little trouble, unlike the ungodly strength she now bore.

Focusing, she reared up her fist once more and thrust, sending out her fist. She was a little bit nervous at first, but she soon noticed that nothing happened, the distant mountains still sitting in the distance, unharmed except for the one she had destroyed during her first test. Smiling to herself, she sent out a few more punches, rapidly gaining confidence in herself now that she wasn't accidentally wrecking stuff left and right. She was pretty excited to see that the power wasn't so hard to control if she just limited it, though then, it was probably not worth it to use this new Sentry Core if she was going to have the same output as she did with her Star Core, so she would have to learn how to handle greater ammounts of power in due time. In fact, she wanted to see if she could increase it a little, but she wasn't quite certain it wouldn't destroy something, so, for now, content with the progress she had achieved, she stopped, continuing to listen as now Naja soke about the plan they had for mass-producing the serum.

However, as she listened to the snake woman, she really could not understand what she was saying very well, at least at first. Disease? Hunger? She didn't know what any of those things were. She was, of course, familiar with the concept of eating, as Helen had explained it to her, and she understood that it was what humans did to gain energy from it in order to sustain themselves. However, she was not aware of what happened if they did not eat, and she was entirely unaware o what 'disease' was, since Rainborn such as herself never experienced hunger or sickness, their Cores providing them with all the energy they would ever need for the rest of eternity, allowing them to live and dance and fight forever if they so wished, though it was undeniable that she would get bored long before 'forever' was reached. Thus, she did not understand why Naja insisted on doing this, or why she thought that it would be an heroic endeavor to erradicate such concepts.

"Um... I don't get any of that, but if you say so, I'm sure it's a good thing." She said with a smile. She really didn't get it, but they seemed like good people to her. They were nice, after all, they even apologized earlier for what they did, and granted her this powerful Sentry Serum. She didn't think she had reason to doubt them.

Before she could say anything else, powerful tremors were sent through the earth, undoubtedly a testament to the Dark God and the Mad Titan who fought with zeal in a distant part of Battleworld, threatening to rip it apart with their force. Etla, however, was unaware of this, and all she did was pout when she felt the rumbling of the earth. "It wasn't me this time!" She complained.

[Siliarba]

Zephy & Ember
Max's Ark

Zephy's winds were gaining in power, but fluctuating in stability, the heat was causing the air speeds to go up but they also began to fly higher because of it, Zephy herself included "Zephy feels weird, lighter." She said half confused. Simultaneously Ember got snuck up on by one of the opponents, when the energy weapon hit she dispersed in to flame and the barrage of fire stopped. Ember seemingly vanished besides several sparks flying around like a campfire that just went out. After a few moments the parks began to grow however, each forming a completely new body one after the other "That wasn't very nice, trying to take me down without even greeting me."

At this point a second Ember had formed "Makes me think you don't think of me highly." Directly after the second Ember stopped talking a third one formed and continued "He might be thinking he can divide and conquer, Zephy is falling victim to the laws of nature after all, we, I should cool her down a bit." A final and fourth Ember formed afterwards "This divide and conquer business isn't going to fly." At this point the Ember closest to the person that just attacked them, charged her opponent screaming "My name's Ember, don't forget it!" As she seemingly tried to punch this opponent but instead phased through his body hoping he wouldn't expect this leaving his back open for a massive attack.

Once she phased through her target she turned around, stretched her arms and put both her palms together and a powerful stream of fire shot out of her hands, just from the heat this attack was emanating the ground below Ember's feet began to melt. Simultaneously the 3 other Embers combined together again and let gravity pull them through the ground. Once underground she moved towards Zephy where she reappeared "Having fun little sis?" "Zephy feel weird!" Was the respond she got wile the winds had completely died down "It's ok little sis, Ember's here to help." Ember stretched out her arm and began absorbing the heat that was disestablishing Zephy. "Feeling better?" "Yay, Zephy feel like Zephy again!".

"Good to hear little sis, how about we take care of these two now and win this little game then." "Zephy and Ember always win, Zephy loves winning." Ember giggled softly as she turned her gaze to her new opponent, waiting to see what her reaction would be.

[The Republic of Atria]

"Considering your unique self sustainable physiology, it makes sense that you don't understand. We're trying to make it so that everyone will only use those words as a distant memory. Humans bicker and war over trivial nonsense. We intend to put a stop to it. End their reliance on limited resources, and their reliance on a select few super beings that are their guardians. I want to make superheroes, obsolete. Which is not a terrible idea. Safety. Happiness. Scientific advancements. Those are the end goals." Alex explain also feeling the tremors. "No... The focal point is miles away... Etla, i believe that this is where we part ways. Good luck in your endeavors." Alex said taking to the sky with Naja right behind him.

"We need to take this to Doom. He is the one with the resources and stuff that we're going to need. I don't think convincing him will be that hard. I mean his Thors are getting torn apart. And you're almost kind of sorta his son. In a way." She teased much to Alex's chagrin. "The Thors who are left, we gas them up on this serum, and then go find out what's causing those tremors. Then we do what we do best. Punch things." She said flying upside down and looking at Alex. "For the most part, this isn't so bad. Surviving what we did was almost impossible."

"But we did it anyways. Things are moving in so many directions... But at the same time, they're not moving too quickly." Alex said and spotted the home of Doom. It wasn't hard. Galactus was standing to guard Doom's castle. You really can't miss something like that. Flying into Doom's throne room, he and Naja bowed respectfully to the God Emperor. "Lord Doom. Your humble servant wishes to aid you in the security of Latverion." Alex said.

"Rise servant." Doom commanded and both Alex and Naja stood up. "What do you have to offer?" Doom asked slightly curious as to what Alex actually had.

"Simple. You created me to be the most powerful weapon for Earth. And you succeeded. And as powerful as I am, I cannot be everywhere at once. Naja and I have found a way to replicate my powers and give them to others. The Thor Corp, while impressive, is no match for your servant. And with these trespassers killing them. I would offer myself to replace them." Alex explained.

Doom thought for a moment. Slightly aware that Alex was playing his ego, but despite that, he had a point. "Very well. Strange will assist you with whatever you require. I will see this serum tested in person." He said and directed Strange to Alex and Naja. He teleported them away, and just as Doom thought things were going to get quiet again. Another visitor, one who he had only read about. The God of Speed: Killian Roth.

[Rob Halfordia]

As Xobice's eyes glowed red with the power of the Omega Effect, some blood ran out of his mouth. Such an incredible power was also incredibly difficult to maintain, so he only had one shot with it. Fortunately, it was guaranteed not to miss. That was what made the Omega Beams so deadly. They could track their target anywhere.

Suddenly, the Arcosian's eyes flew an even more intense red, and two red beams came out of his eyes, heading straight for Dabra. The Majin smiled as he shot into the air, expecting to easily dodge the beams, but, was unpleasantly surprised as they followed him up into the air, making a jagged turn towards him.

Dabra laughed as he stuck out his hands and attempted to tank the attack. But, as the beam struck his hands, they suddenly began disintegrating, his molecules being separated at a subatomic level, starting to destroy his entire body. Dabra cried out in pain as the beams took their deadly effect, quickly burning through his body like paper. It was no time at all before he had been completely obliterated.

But, as Xobice's eyes returned to normal, and he began breathing heavily, he did not let his guard down. No doubt the Majin found yet another way to cheat death. But after a minute, with nothing there, he relaxed himself, preparing to return to his original state. However, as a pink mass started forming in space, he realized what had happened. Dabra had disconnected a part of himself before the beams had even hit him, allowing him to fully regenerate.

But, as Dabra finished reforming, something was very different. Something that even the God of Destruction suddenly took notice of. His head quickly snapped up from the food he was eating as this new energy appeared. Looking over at Whis, Beerus knew that he felt it as well, "So then Whis, you also sense Dabra's energy?", he asked, knowing the answer.

Beerus' attendant nodded, "Yes Lord Beerus, I sense it as well. I thought he was different, but he is just like his brother, if not a little bit more civil. The peace was nice while it lasted.", Whis said with a slight sigh, "As long as he doesn't remain like that for too long, he can be saved, but it we can't just interfere with this battle. If he doesn't get it out of his system, he'll likely never be the same. After all, that is what happened to Buu."

Beerus was clearly annoyed, swishing around his glass of water in his hand, leaning his head against the other, "Perhaps we should just destroy him. After all, he's proved himself to not be able to control himself. Not that destroying him would be easy. But, we can't have two Pure Majins running around and causing destruction again, or the balance of destruction and creation will be thrown off.", the God said, before sighing as well, leaning back in his chair and setting down his water, "But, he's proven so difficult to destroy, I suppose it would just be easier to try to keep him from losing it... ugh, what a bother."

Whis suddenly tapped his staff against the ground, "In the meantime, we can watch the battle. Should things become too intense, we can interfere.", he said, as a projection of the battlefield opened up in the room, "Besides, I thought you said you never wanted to deal with an Ultimate Arcosian ever again? Especially after Frost gave you such a thrashing.", he said with an effeminate giggle.

Beerus' face went red and he became embarrassed, "This guy is NOT like Frost at all! Comparing me to that monster isn't even fair!", he shouted, before pouting, causing Whis to giggle even more.

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Back on the battlefield, Dabra was glaring at Xobice, his red ringed pupils filled with rage as he stared down at the panting Arcosian. The pain and stress caused by the Omega Beams was something unlike anything the Dabra had ever felt, and caused his body to subconsciously regress to his original, chaotic form and state of mind. This meant that now, Dabra would be fighting at his maximum, with none of his power held back to maintain his tranquil state. And due to his training and power increase in his Tranquil State since he learned it, that Unleashed State had become immensely powerful, to the point where despite not having divine energy, Dabra's power rivaled that of the Gods.

Xobice looked on in shock, unable to believe what he was sensing, before quietly speaking to himself, "So... this is the true power of the Pure Majins... this is what almost drove our species to extinction.", he said, wiping some blood off his lip as he gazed upon the creature, his face in sheer disbelief. But, the disbelief quickly transformed into anger, as he began growling angrily, "I will not allow it... I will not allow you, a filthy wad of chewed gum, to destroy me! I am the mightiest being in existence! The perfect warrior, capable of utilizing the most powerful forces in the cosmos!", Xobice shouted, a purple aura surrounding him and his muscles bulking up, causing his energy output to increase, "You will die at my hand, not the other way around!"

Xobice suddenly charged at speeds approaching light, throwing a punch at the solitary Dabra's face, taking a massive chunk out of his face. The Arcosian laughed as chunks of the Majin's body were blown off and floated through space, "What? Is their no bite to that bark?! Fight back you pathetic gum ball!", Xobice yelled, laughing as he did, "I expected so much more from one of the legendary Majin brothers!"

But, he quickly stopped laughing as he saw Dabra's headless neck suddenly spreading the pink matter that made up the Majin's body all over his arm. Xobice frantically grabbed his own wrist, trying to free himself, when the headless Dabra's fist cocked back and threw an incredibly powerful punch, easily capable of destroying a large planet, or small star. The punch made direct contact with Xobice's gut, causing him to spit up a massive amount of blood.

As Dabra freed the Arcosian from his grip, Xobice floated backwards, having trouble breathing, and still spitting up blood. This was not good for the Arcosian. He still hadn't recovered from the use of the Omega Effect, and had to gather more power before he could pull out his trump card. And Dabra clearly had him out powered, being able to easily knock the wind out of him, and even draw blood.

But, he didn't have any time to think, as Dabra was quickly upon him once more, he head regrown, and throwing a series of punches at, and maybe even exceeding the speed of light, making them impossible for Xobice to dodge. Each punch came with a massive amount of force behind them. With each hit, Xobice became more and more exhausted, the majority of his energy going towards power up his abilities instead of physical strength.

After pummeling Xobice through an asteroid, the Dabra looked over to the sun, smiling as he did, "Dabra bored. Time to finish fight!", he shouted, sticking his hand into the air, a massive ball of pink energy started forming, out shining the star, and masking everything in a pink hue. Xobice realized that it was now or never, and quickly attempted to perform his technique, closing his eyes.

But, something went wrong as he opened them. He didn't have enough power, and his eyes were still the same. Dabra began laughing insanely, the ball of energy now approaching the 50 meters in diameter, and now exceeding the explosive force of a supernova. The Majin laughed as he looked down at Xobice, "Bye bye stinky lizard!", he shouted, sticking out his tongue, and throwing the powerful attack, causing it to hurtle towards the sun.

Xobice's eyes quickly widened, and he realized that if he didn't do something, the combined force of the star exploding and Dabra's attack would wipe out not only the solar system, but also himself as well. But he couldn't use his attack on both Dabra and the attack.

Shutting one of his eyes, the Arcosian grew angry, "GODDAMMIT!", he shouted, opening his right eye, which now was a bright orange yellow, like the flames of a Phoenix. He looked over to the ball of energy Dabra had thrown, yelling as he stuck out his hand towards it, the pink hue of the attack still covering everything in sight. Suddenly, as Xobice closed his hand, the attack vanished, and the pink hue slowly faded.

The Arcosian slowly shut his eye, reopening it, and causing it to revert to normal. He slowly reverted back to his normal form, and simply floated, his eyes closed, and his energy signature waning. Dabra smiled, satisfied by the thought Xobice dying alone, in the emptiness of space. As he prepared to take off and leave the Arcosian for dead, two familiar figure appeared, but, Dabra had not even a moment to react before he was unconscious.

Beerus chuckled, "Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. What should we do you think we should do about him.", the purple cat asked Whis, pointing towards the mostly dead Arcosian.

Whis lifted his hand to his chin from the position it was in as a result of deliver a pinpoint blow to Dabra's neck, "I don't know... he'll be dead in no time. Why don't we just get Dabra out of here. In his current state, he'll likely be awake in less than a minute.", he said. Beerus nodded, and the two left, returning to their training world with Dabra.

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As Xobice floated through space, on death's door, a voice suddenly rang out in his head, one of deep tone and power, "You, Xobice... why do you disgrace your name like this, losing to such a meager opponent? Why do you deserve to live, and be considered mighty?", the voice asked, not in a scolding tone, but a curious one.

Xobice, manifested in his own consciousness, called out into the darkness of his mind, "Who are you, what do you want?", he asked, terrified of his own imminent demise, and apparent madness.

The voiced boomed through the darkness once more, "Do not answer a question with a question, or you will not gain what you seek. Now, answer what I have asked of you. Why do you deserve to live, if you cannot defeat such a pathetic creature as Dabra?"

Xobice grew angry at the accusations, "He caught me by surprise! I could have defeated him if I had used my most powerful attack right away! But, by the time I realized the extent of the Majin's power, it was already too late! I didn't have enough power!", he shouted out into the blackness of his subconscious.

"I can grant you the power you seek, and the ability to defeat any foe you encounter. Not only the Majins, but even all those who's cosmic forces you draw your power from. You will be able to restore honor to not only your clan and yourself, but all Arcosians.", the voice said in a persuasive tone.

Xobice smiled, "I will do anything to gain this power. Just tell me what I must do, and I will do it. I don't care what the cost is. Give me the power.", the Arcosian said, speaking to the darkness.

The voice suddenly spoke in a quieter, still loud, but less booming tone, "My physical body is no more, destroyed in battle with the God of Apokolips, Darkseid. Like you, I underestimated my opponent, unaware of his full capabilities. But, my soul wanders free, and seeks a vessel. Your body is the only one suitable for me. You are the ideal vessel."

Xobice's face became unsure, "You want... you want to use my body as a vessel? Would I still be me? Or would it just be you in my body, while I cease to be?", the Arcosian asked, somewhat hesitantly.

The voice boomed out once more, "I would be but a passenger in your mind. A voice in your head, instructing you to do my bidding. You would be he driver, and I would be the instructor, telling you where to go and what to do. So tell me, with this in mind, what do you choose?", the voice asked.

Xobice smiled, "Give me your power, and I will do as you say, when you say it. Give me the power to survive, and exact my revenge upon not only the Majin, but all those who wronged our race."

Suddenly, several blue energy streams emerged out of the darkness, spiraling around Xobice. He could feel the power, and it was incredible. He had never imagined such power existed, and it only kept increasing. He could easily destroy the not only Dabra, but the Gods of Destruction as well.

When he woke up, his Ultimate Transformation form had returned, and his free will was intact, just as the voice promised. Suddenly, a stream of new memories burst into his head, memories that belonged not to him, but to the voice that spoke to him, and he who gave him this power, and he realized who it was he spoke to. But, the voice spoke to him in his mind once more, "Now, let us find the one who did this to us. Let us find Darkseid.", the voice said, content with the new body.

Xobice smiled, "Of course, it shall be done... Lord Frost."

[Altito Asmoro]

Salis looked around frantically as he realized he had lost the gang leader. Turning around, he saw him right as he was about to stab his gut. With no time to react, Salis braced for the impact of the knife. Then the muscle decided to join in. Suddenly Vannis was lifted into the air as meat head decided to intervene and grab him by his collar, hoisting him into the air. Salis watched from below with a scowl of annoyance. He most definitely did not want someone that powerful in the hands of Sonja. Creating a portal on the roof, he jumped in and appeared above the floating man. Landing with his legs resting on his shoulders, Salis leaned down to talk some sense into the man.

"Thanks for saving my ass," said Salis, "but I'm fine with you dropping him now."

Vannis is now dangling on the hands of one of the other people who can fly. This is a terrible night. One day he is the emperor of Gotham, the next day he becomes the victim, the ones being dangling now. Unable to do anything as of now but he may be able to get off from their hands if he's shaking enough of his body that the person will dropped him down below, hopefully he can be dropped at one of the building, it will minimize the damage.

So he tried to shook his body to left and to right, hopefully able to remove himself from the hands of the person holding him now.

[Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos]

Salis sighed when the floating boy didn't even acknowledge his presence. Not only was he refusing to put Vannis down, but he was showing complete disregard his elders and a man who felt he definitely deserved some attention from the float meat head. Deciding to teach the kid some manners, Salis went to punch him in the head. Sadly the boy had an actual reason for ignoring Salis. He was completely bullet proof. Cursing under his breath, Salis held his now dislocated fingers to his chest. Pushing the joints back into place, he glared at the half Kryptonian.

Let's see if you can ignore me when your hand is gone, thought Salis as he encased arm in a portal. The kid my feel like metal, but even metal had to go through portals. Leaning over the floating boy's head, Salis swung his arm through his wrist, severing his hand and sending the missing portion through a portal on the roof below. Salis then slid over the boy's head and turned mid air to stab his arm through his belly. Sadly he missed his mark and stomach acid did not burst forth from the wound, but it left a good enough injury that he was certain the Kryptonian would retreat.

Landing behind Vannis with a roll, Salis put his foot onto the small of the crime lords back and pushed him flat onto the roof. Pulling his Glock, Salis aimed carefully at Vannis' head. The man was not getting away from him again.

[New Neros]

Secret Wars
Darkseid vs Thanos
Part Two

The gigantic shockwave from the collision of Thanos' energy attack and the full onslaught of the Omega Effect was unrivalled in it's brutality and destructive force. The Mad God himself had evacuated parts of his Cabal, namely Corinna as Valka followed, away from the scene as hundreds of miles of scorched earth and a crater replaced the battlefield were Darkseid and Thanos clashed. From the skies, a focal point could be seen with a devastating shockwave extending out for miles behind each small point. That was the representation of where the Dark God and the Mad Titan both stood in their assault. Thanos himself had his clothes and helmet ripped from his flesh, still steaming from the forces at play, breathing deeply as a smirk developed on his face.

Darkseid himself was in no better shape. The New God hauled himself up from one knee, exhausted and breathless as well, his fierce gaze showing both signs of anger and confusion. The durability of Thanos was to be admired by lesser beings than Darkseid, for he was able to withstand the might of the Omega Beams themselves. The fact that the Mad Titan still stood was evidence of that fact. "With that look on your face..." Darkseid began, "It seems like you are but a glutton for punishment." He said, only to shoot his arms and hands forward and catch a devastating, surprise kick from Thanos. The force rocked through Darkseid and sent tremors behind him at a furious pace, but it did not discourage the Dark God, who pulled Thanos' foot and slammed him deep into the Earth.

"But you can say I have an appetite for destruction." Darkseid continued, punching Thanos square in the jaw while he laid on the rock-solid ground, cratering part of the Mad Titan's face in the rock and creating fissures from the impact. The Lord of Apokolips grabbed Thanos' skull and lifted it up high, slamming it back down to the ground with incredible force, further cracking the surface of the planet and giving it the most violent tremor thus far. A killing blow to any being, even Gods, but not so much as a minor inconvenience to one such as Thanos. The Mad Titan grabbed the forearm of Darkseid and pulled him down sharply, raising his head quickly as well. "Impossi-" Darkseid managed, before the violent clack sent him reeling - the dense skull of Thanos smacking his face with lethal force.

Stumbling back and grabbing onto his face, the Dark God looked at the blood that pooled in his hands. He grew enraged at the very sight, and looked up to retaliate with fervor. Only, Darkseid only had time to see the purple fist of Thanos before it struck the side of his face, catapulting the Dark God across the barren and charred wasteland that they had made. "You talk a lot, but don't do too much." Thanos teased, "You may keep your words, Darkseid. Take them with you...to the grave!" Mirroring what the Dark God had done to him, Thanos grabbed Darkseid by the head, picked him up some ways, and launched him back down to the ground with incalculable force, the audible crack breaking the sound barrier and the shockwave clearing the battlefield of all debris. What's more, is the Mad Titan lifted the bloody head of Darkseid up once again, and slammed it to the ground a second time.

Thanos seemed a bit displeased with the victory, limping away as his broken and bruised body endured incredible amounts of torture from the fight, despite what he was displaying to Darkseid at the time. He wasn't quite sure where he was limping too, but it put distance between him and the shattered body of Darkseid. Despite those crippling blows, the Dark God endured, and slowly put out one hand to raise himself up. Blood poured from the side of his head that sustained the impacts, and the eye of that side was cracked and appeared to be 'leaking' the Omega Effect. His mouth remained open, Thanos looking over his shoulder and noticing the movement, turning completely to face Darkseid once more.

A single beam of the Omega Effect shot at Thanos, the hulking form of the Mad Titan not so much ad budging in the face of it. It collided with his chest with the BOOM and crackle of lightning itself, but from that smoke, Thanos remained, no worse for wear, Darkseid clenching his teeth in pure rage. "Do it again." Thanos demanded, Dark lifting himself even higher and sending yet another, even more powerful shot of the Omega Beams at Thanos, the BOOOOM even larger and incredible the second time around, but Thanos remained, slightly singed, a scowl on his face of almost indifference. "Is that all...or do you have something more?" The Mad Titan demanded, Darkseid staring him down with his one remaining eye.

"Thus?...Thus falls Darkseid?" The Dark God asked, struggling to rise, collapsing back down onto the ground with a thud, true concern in his face at the steps of Death. "No...no, What is pain to one such as I? I will shut it out! I am DARKSEID!" He yelled, smashing one of his fists into the ground. "When others, mortals and Gods alike, are faced with Death, they run into her awaiting arms. But not I! No...I refuse your embrace, Death, I DENY YOU!" Darkseid rose to one arm fully, his eyes trained upon Thanos, and in that internal struggle, In that moment, a smile cracked it's way onto the Dark God's face.

"Be...honored, Thanos of Titan, that I have to resort to the full force of this power...the Omega Effect...to put an end to this battle...nay, war...of ours." Darkseid began, his arm shaking to just hold up part of his upper body. "My all is put forth, and you shall reap the cataclysm that follows. My body once fell across the universe and split it into fifty-two realities, let's see if yours does the same." A buzz filled the surrounding air as Darkseid pushed himself into a kneeling position, his eyes completely aflame with the Omega Effect, "Now die, Mad Titan." Darkseid declared, his eyes exploding outward violently as the Dark God ripped his very retinas out with the force of the Omega Beams. They travelled in a straight, linear path, and Thanos did not move once more. The face of the Mad Titan narrowed as indifference gave way to a small smile. Perhaps...perhaps these beams can give him his fateful wish. He spread out his arms and allowed the full breadth of the Omega Beams to impact him, engulfing the body of Thanos with the orange-red light, but eventually, giving way to pure whiteness.

An emotionless being like Darkseid nearly wept at the sight, but the body of Thanos remained standing. But, fortune was in the favor of Darkseid on that day, as the Mad Titan's body buckled, his knees slammed into the ground, and then the rest of his body. Almost like a delayed effect, the scorched body of Thanos began to be carried away in wisps as if it were atomized done to the molecular level. Darkseid raised his hand up in a fist, declaring his victory over the greatest foe he would ever meet, but gritting his teeth at the sheer cost of beating Thanos to be Darkseid's eyes themselves. It would be natural to cry against such injustice, but at the end of the day, neither one of them was left standing, only one was left surviving.

Thus Falls Thanos.

[Altito Asmoro]

Salis sighed when the floating boy didn't even acknowledge his presence. Not only was he refusing to put Vannis down, but he was showing complete disregard his elders and a man who felt he definitely deserved some attention from the float meat head. Deciding to teach the kid some manners, Salis went to punch him in the head. Sadly the boy had an actual reason for ignoring Salis. He was completely bullet proof. Cursing under his breath, Salis held his now dislocated fingers to his chest. Pushing the joints back into place, he glared at the half Kryptonian.

Let's see if you can ignore me when your hand is gone, thought Salis as he encased arm in a portal. The kid my feel like metal, but even metal had to go through portals. Leaning over the floating boy's head, Salis swung his arm through his wrist, severing his hand and sending the missing portion through a portal on the roof below. Salis then slid over the boy's head and turned mid air to stab his arm through his belly. Sadly he missed his mark and stomach acid did not burst forth from the wound, but it left a good enough injury that he was certain the Kryptonian would retreat.

Landing behind Vannis with a roll, Salis put his foot onto the small of the crime lords back and pushed him flat onto the roof. Pulling his Glock, Salis aimed carefully at Vannis' head. The man was not getting away from him again.

Kyle Vannis

"For fuck's sake! Why everybody tried to kill me lately? Is there some kind of heroes pandemic?"

Back then when he tried to free himself, suddenly he fell to the building, now with the person before aiming a gun at his head. This cannot get any better, right? This can't get any better. He had to figured out something to avoid this.

"Can we talk about this? I have money, power, women, you can get it when you don't try to kill me, I promise. Imagine! Instead of being hero and will be unpaid for your life, you can become rich, with women, with power, more than you can imagine now. I will even paid you, so please-" it was cut off, when suddenly...

---

Len-El

Hearing gunfights some blocks away, Len-El turned his head to that direction. Instead of running fast, he should fly so that he know he can see the incident first and surveying how to act. So he prepared his foot, and then he flew. Even before he can flew for a long time, he noticed at the top of a building someone tried to kill a man. Not knowing that the man that will be killed as Kyle Vannis, the big bad behind all of this things, Len-El directed his eyes on the man with the gun, but from his right side so that if his eyes didn't hit the man with gun, the man that was being aimed didn't die.

He fired laser from his eyes to the man with the gun from his right side while he's in flying position.

[Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos]

Salis was really fed up with Vannis. The man didn't even have the self respect to die struggling, choosing instead lay on the ground begging for mercy while offering various bribes. It was really pathetic. Deciding that he had heard enough, Salis was about to pull the trigger when he saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye. He moved to dodge it, but was too late. The laser cut across his left arm, searing off the sleeve on his bicep and leaving him with a nasty burn. Falling to the ground with the force of the laser, Salis grasped the burn but kept his gun in hand.

How many flying assholes are going to screw up my plans tonight? he thought as he looked up from his laying position on the roof. Time to teach this guy a lesson too then.

Creating a portal below himself, Salis appeared above the flying man and slung his right arm around the mans shoulder to support himself. Encasing his left arm in a portal, he moved to stab it through his new assailant's back and end the fight before it could progress.

[Altito Asmoro]

Salis was really fed up with Vannis. The man didn't even have the self respect to die struggling, choosing instead lay on the ground begging for mercy while offering various bribes. It was really pathetic. Deciding that he had heard enough, Salis was about to pull the trigger when he saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye. He moved to dodge it, but was too late. The laser cut across his left arm, searing off the sleeve on his bicep and leaving him with a nasty burn. Falling to the ground with the force of the laser, Salis grasped the burn but kept his gun in hand.

How many flying assholes are going to screw up my plans tonight? he thought as he looked up from his laying position on the roof. Time to teach this guy a lesson too then.

Creating a portal below himself, Salis appeared above the flying man and slung his right arm around the mans shoulder to support himself. Encasing his left arm in a portal, he moved to stab it through his new assailant's back and end the fight before it could progress.

Len-El

"You should not do that."

Len-El fly to the space the moment Salis appeared. He intends to go to the space, he read it before that in space, oxygen is lacking and while he can stay alive, humans are rare to stay alive. Whoever try to kill hero, especially the one who tried to saved people who almost died will be dead. Even if they are not intend to do that, but then again who cares anyway? He doesn't. While the man behind will be saved, he probably won't, but at least he did a good deed.

---

Kyle Vannis

Saved from the unknown man, that appeared to have powers like Superman and the likes, he dropped down from the building to the ground before running back to the mansion, he needs to stay alive for now. Since he can run, and he runs fast. Not as fast as, say, Flash or even Superman, but he's fast. He knows little about starting cars without keys so this is probably what he can do for now.

[Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos]

Salis' arm was wrenched back as the superhuman started flying at almost impossible speeds strait into the air. Barely holding on with one arm, his mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. The air was quickly thinning and he needed to act fast before they broke atmosphere. Finally something came to mind. Letting go of the Kryptonian, Salis created a portal right in the man's path. Another portal also appeared directly below Salis, sending him to the safety of the street below. Looking up, he had just enough time to see the other man fly at huge speeds out of the exit portal he had made for him only several feet above the ground. Salis had no idea if it would kill him, but he hoped it would at least knock him out.

[Charmera]

---

After her explanation of where they happened to be at the moment, Hadrimmelis simply smiled at the childlike dream wanderer's reactions as she continued leading them through the self-generating Great Temple, through azure-tinted hallways adorned with ancient tapestry, mysterious engravings and statues of those World-Dragons that lived no longer, immortalized as stone watchers by the Dragon Force itself to be remembered forevermore. Hadrimmelis was indeed quite content to see Lula's reaction to everything she had explained earlier, pleased to have someone to talk to, even in such an isolated place as her dreams. Certainly, she was always hearing the thoughts of every one of her subjects, and she could talk to them if she so desired, making use of her avatars to interact with them. Yet, in a way, one could say that this Hadrimmelis, the one found inside of her dreams, was the 'purest' of her avatars, being unique and also closest to her true consciousness. As such, she appreciated the company a lot more than she would if this were any other of her avatars.

When Lula spoke cryptically about the dreams of the Time Demons, however, the World-Dragon glanced at the girl with curiosity, and a tinge of concern, noticing that there was a change in the dream completely opposite of the one that occured when she was happy about guessing her traits. She reasoned that the girl's mood could greatly alter the host dream without any conscious effort, which seemed like a dangerous power, but then, this was hardly a harmful manifestation of such power, and in the event that things did get out of control, which they did not, then surely her psionic power could be of some assistance. Despite this, Hadrimmelis was quite relieved when the girl seemed to return to her usual self only a moment after her statement. As far as company went, she much preferred her to be like this.

Hearing Lula speak about herself, the World-Dragon listened with interest. If she was born with the first sentient creature, then she was indeed old. The second most ancient sentient creature in the universe, one could argue, perhaps the oldest alive, but then, the universe worked in strange ways sometimes, so she wouldn't bet on it either. Her task of recording minds was very intriguing as well. An universal oniric record of sorts, if she understood it correctly. A look into the past for some, a history lesson, perhaps. An interesting thing nonetheless, one she would have to ask about later, definitely.

"Oh, nightmares?" Hadrimmelis spoke after hearing Lula's question, looking thoughtful for just a moment. "No, I can't say I do. There are things that concern me, things that bring me worry, but nightmares? No, we don't have those." She stated. "One of the many side effects of our vast psionic power is that we are able to remain lucid while dreaming during our long slumber, and even though we are asleep, we are still conscious. As such, nothing appears in my dreams if I don't wish it to be there." She explained, before glancing at Lula with a smile. "With the exception of you, I suppose, but then, I don't particularly wish you to be gone, either, so that's a non-issue." She said.

"You would not need to try and excise me from your mind like that." Lula smiled back. "If you wish for me to be gone, then simply tell me. I won't stay if I'm not wanted or needed." She replied. "Though, I do hope you'll let me stay for a little while at least. I've enjoyed talking with you immensely so far. It's not often I get to meet a dragon... especially one as erudite and kind as you." She kept following, the dream now regaining it's happy quality once more as she continued. It was quite interesting that this centuries old entity didn't quite act it's age. Perhaps it was a little too childish for it's own good.

"No nightmares... that must be rather nice. I too wouldn't have nightmares either if it weren't my job to collect dreams." She explained. "Well... Self imposed duty. After all if no one else is going to do it I might as well. Plus it kills the odd century when your feeling bored."

"I also sense other minds fairly nearby. You're within a world aren't you...? If I remember that correctly about your kind." She asked. "Do you ever wonder what it's like to be... mortal? Or normal?"

[Altito Asmoro]

Salis' arm was wrenched back as the superhuman started flying at almost impossible speeds strait into the air. Barely holding on with one arm, his mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. The air was quickly thinning and he needed to act fast before they broke atmosphere. Finally something came to mind. Letting go of the Kryptonian, Salis created a portal right in the man's path. Another portal also appeared directly below Salis, sending him to the safety of the street below. Looking up, he had just enough time to see the other man fly at huge speeds out of the exit portal he had made for him only several feet above the ground. Salis had no idea if it would kill him, but he hoped it would at least knock him out.

Len-El

Len flying up to the sky and into the space, when suddenly a portal appeared in front of him, and he cannot slow down. On his back, Salis had gone, and it was him who did this. He flew into the portal and landed on the street ground. The impact was strong, that the impact was felt across the blocks, impacting the cars around him too, as well as the building. Since the impact was strong, Len crashed, and for a while perhaps, he went unconscious. The impact didn't hurt him much but it sure knocked him out. For awhile. But the effect of the impact was strong, as strong as an earthquake, a small earthquake.

[Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos]

Salis felt the shock wave as he was pushed backwards at high speeds from the compressed air that shot out from under the Kryptonian's impact. Using a portal to ensure he didn't crash into a brick wall, Salis now stood in an alleyway, desperately searching for Vannis. Unable to find the crimminal, he decided it was time to leave in case another asshole with powers and a bloated ego decided to attack him again. He could only take so much and he was hurt enough already.

Portaling across the city, Salis quickly stopped at a drug store to grab some bandages and disinfectant. With all the crazy shit going on, the teller didn't act too surprised when he saw the burns on Salis' arms. It was strange and hectic times, and someone walking in for medical supplies with an injury was not that big of a deal. After stopping for his quick patch up, Salis used portals to move back towards the Batcave. While he had missed Vannis, he still had information to report and it would be better to see what would come up on the computers.

Entering the Batcave, Salis noticed that the Judge didn't appear to be back. Batgirl also wasn't anywhere to be seen. Moving to the Batcomputer, Salis noticed something laying out next to it. Two sketches. One of him and one of Kross Stitch. Looking up at the display of the computer, Salis also found what they had yielded. His jaw dropped open as he saw a detailed history of himself. Early gang crimes, murders matching his M.O., his theft of the Mona Lisa. Almost all of it was here. The fact that such a repository of his history existed was a surprise to him. Due to his circumstances early in life and the fact that he didn't even know if he had a given name meant that he had always used fake alias' to travel or register for credit cards. The only time he really used the name he'd given himself was for business partners and the underground. Looking through the history, Salis found that it was complied from many different sources. Some were even criminal ones. Looking through, he realized he had almost full access to each source. A smirk formed on his face. Going through the file, Salis started a simple pattern of finding the info's source, hacking it if possible, and deleting it. Soon any info that Interpol and other international authorities didn't already have was gone. With one final flourish, he deleted the entire file from the Batcomputer itself.

No turning me in today little bat, he thought. With that done, Salis considered what he could do. The most logical option was to skip town. Gothem was clearly chaotic enough that they would let him through without too much suspicion, and the Bat clearly knew about his past. The only reason he had stayed in the first place was so he wasn't caught and that was clearly resolved now. But something stopped him. Was he really doing this just to cover his own ass? The old image popped into his head again. The same one that appeared when Kross had taunted him, and the same one that haunted his dreams each night. The men, the knife, that malicious smile. Salis shook his head to clear it. He needed to focus. Now was not the time to go on a crusade because of a childhood vendetta.

But once again he was stopped. Stuck between logic and emotion, Salis stood there for a good five minutes contemplating everything. Finally, with a sigh, he walked towards the back of the cave. Finding the bunk in the back, he laid down in one.

It's not like prison cells can hold me anyways.

[The Fallen Jedi]

The Group Splits Apart: Team Disassembled

Multiple fast moving blurs could be seen moving north at a rapid pace, not bothering to slow down for the other blur to catch up, these blurs would be Kazuko, Shimura, and Arctico, with the Grand Warlord of the Dynasty carrying the unconscious Ryuichi on his back as they hurried away from the battlefield. The wind was rushing towards Kazuko which caused his hair to rise up from behind him as a serious expression overtook his entire face as the harsh realization had hit him that they had lost almost half of their original group, a loss too great that even Shimura was feeling demoralized by the sudden loss of so many people who were close to him. Not only was the loss taking a toll on Shimura, But Kazuko was also feeling disillusioned with the devastating defeat that he had to bear, his only brother: dead, the two Celestials: Incapacitated; This loss was something that caused Kazuko to rethink his entire existence for a moment, coming to a complete stop, he turned to his allies "This should be far enough." The Elder Hybrid Stated.

Coming to a complete stop, both Shimura and Arctico were standing only a few feet from Kazuko, their expressions also showing signs of fatigue and emotional disturbance, having been bruised and even psychologically damaged by their fight against Kilian Roth. Staring at Kazuko with an unsure expression, Shimura opened his mouth to speak "The losses we have just sustained are near catastrophic to say the least, three of our most powerful members have been killed, with Asumar's death being permanent. We won't be able to recover from these losses for quite some time..." Shimura then turned to both Kazuko and Arctico, staring at them with a serious expression "The safest thing to do now is to separate and lie low for a considerable amount of time, with Alastir being sealed inside of myself and Spera being sealed within you Kazuko, we can't risk confronting Kilian until the Celestials have regained sufficient amount of power to reform their physical bodies." Shimura suggested to the group as he then turned to look out to the moonlit night.

"I believe that this is the best course of action to perform, considering that Ryuichi holds the last remnants of Asumar's will within his body, he must be kept safe so that Asumar's will can be kept safe until the time comes for us to reunite once more." Arctico suggested, his wounds being relatively minor, but his resolve had been shaken after losing an important battle against Kilian, something that they should have won, but it seemed that fate had another plan for them, considering the major loss they had sustained "We don't know what else will happen, so we have to lie low for quite a considerable amount of time, if we stay under the radar for a greater amount of time, the threat to our lives will eventually fade away." The Arcosian stated.

Kazuko looked down at the unconscious Ryuichi, using his telepathic powers, just by reading Ryuichi's mind could he come to the conclusion that even Ryuichi had been adversely affected by the encounter, his emotional barrier was completely shattered and that meant all the power within the young Masaki could show itself at any moment, even when rendered unconscious "Ryuichi..." Kazuko said inwardly, the rain beginning to fall around the group, impacting both Kazuko and the Unconscious Ryuichi. Turning to the group, Kazuko nodded "If that is the course of action we are taking..." Kazuko then removed his war armor and tossed it aside "Then I too will take myself and Ryuichi somewhere safe where we can recuperate. We must remain hidden until such a time dictates where we must band together once more and combat our enemies..." Turning away from his allies, Kazuko prepared to leave "... Until then, my friends, stay safe and stay alive." The Elder Masaki Replied as all three members of the group had gone in three separate directions, heading to unknown destinations.

[Finland SSR]

Zephy & Ember
Max's Ark

I had no idea if the attack did any damage or not, as the fire elemental thingy dispersed and reformed itself into four clones. Now, this is something you don't see every day. One of them tried to attack me, but went through. This is not any ordinary opponent. Not in power - they didn't seem to have much of that - but in all of the powers and abilities. And lacking a body, that's what. I'll need yo keep on fighting and see what can hurt them-

Oh!

That punch was just a distraction, apparently. The clone, which calls itself Ember, decided to attack me behind my back with a stream of fire. Thankfully, I was quick to react - I have been fighting nonstop for 50 years - you kind of get used to people trying to attack you from your back. I charged up some energy in my palms, then threw my arms to the sides, the energy moving out of them and forming a bubble energy shield around me, which countered the fire. As I saw that the shield held it's own, I lowered my hands and started slowly walking through the stream.

But I soon stopped, as I found a better means of attack. I made an energy "link" to the ground beneath me and the Ember clone, then started quickly pumping large amounts of energy through it. It took around five seconds, and I immediately lifted up my right hand - the energy shattered the earth and formed a massive fissure aimed towards the fiery elemental. That should be enough to throw it off balance.

[Charmera]

Zephy & Ember
Max's Ark

Zephy's winds were gaining in power, but fluctuating in stability, the heat was causing the air speeds to go up but they also began to fly higher because of it, Zephy herself included "Zephy feels weird, lighter." She said half confused. Simultaneously Ember got snuck up on by one of the opponents, when the energy weapon hit she dispersed in to flame and the barrage of fire stopped. Ember seemingly vanished besides several sparks flying around like a campfire that just went out. After a few moments the parks began to grow however, each forming a completely new body one after the other "That wasn't very nice, trying to take me down without even greeting me."

At this point a second Ember had formed "Makes me think you don't think of me highly." Directly after the second Ember stopped talking a third one formed and continued "He might be thinking he can divide and conquer, Zephy is falling victim to the laws of nature after all, we, I should cool her down a bit." A final and fourth Ember formed afterwards "This divide and conquer business isn't going to fly." At this point the Ember closest to the person that just attacked them, charged her opponent screaming "My name's Ember, don't forget it!" As she seemingly tried to punch this opponent but instead phased through his body hoping he wouldn't expect this leaving his back open for a massive attack.

Once she phased through her target she turned around, stretched her arms and put both her palms together and a powerful stream of fire shot out of her hands, just from the heat this attack was emanating the ground below Ember's feet began to melt. Simultaneously the 3 other Embers combined together again and let gravity pull them through the ground. Once underground she moved towards Zephy where she reappeared "Having fun little sis?" "Zephy feel weird!" Was the respond she got wile the winds had completely died down "It's ok little sis, Ember's here to help." Ember stretched out her arm and began absorbing the heat that was disestablishing Zephy. "Feeling better?" "Yay, Zephy feel like Zephy again!".

"Good to hear little sis, how about we take care of these two now and win this little game then." "Zephy and Ember always win, Zephy loves winning." Ember giggled softly as she turned her gaze to her new opponent, waiting to see what her reaction would be.

Huh... Well that didn't do jack shit. Thought Liberty, thinking on how that plan had just got to hell. Now she needed another. She felt energy crackeling at her fingertips. White lighting dancing from them like tesla coils. She had almost forgotten about that. Depending on what these elemental people were made of she could likely disrupt them our case them to be harmed by the electricity. It might even perform a form of electrolosis on the fire one depending on what she was made of.

With that, she began her electric storm. Again, like a tesla arc the entire area became completely electrified with a ridiculous amount of voltage coursing through the air as little arcs of white lighting coursed from the android. She also produced another fire storm just in case the windy one was resistant to electricity.

[Charmera]

Kimiko did not halt her charge for long, merely stopping for a moment as she used the time to move her halberd in a circular motion, slicing the seven arrows with her perfectly timed sweep. Not missing a beat, she once again charged her foe, pointing her halberd at her. "Why thank you." She spoke, then suddenly and viciously stabbed forward with her Halberd like a spear at her opponent. One might think this strike dangerous apart from the fact it was a mere fienght, as she then drew the polearm back, keeping momentum as she instead made a sweeping strike towards the other magical girls legs, intending to trip up her victim. "As for you and your friends, would you prefer to be buried or cremated?" She spoke, the smile indicating she was arrogantly only taking this battle half seriously, not even having resorted to her own magic,

Elena huffed at the arrogance of the girl before her. This wasn't the first time she had fought magical girls, and it likely wouldn't be the last. However, for her to be taken down so quickly and with such little effort would be absolutely unacceptable. As the halberd came to swing at her legs, the experienced Elena jumped up and back flipped to the wall of the church. Using magic, she stuck herself to the surface, and unleashed another hail of arrows. A solid twenty were making their way towards Kimiko this time, and at the very end of the volley, a large arrow consisting of magical energy converged on the girl. Blocking it would likely result in her being flung back, and any impact it made would result in area of effect damage.

"Well you're obviously not an amateur, but rushing in like that is a sure way to go yourself killed," Elena lectured the senior magical girl, hoping to get a rise out of her,

There was then a flash.

Bright as it was hot, the arrows simply vaporized on contact with hot, fiery nuclear death. Pure heat and radiation consumed them like a fire would kindling. Then, there was the smiling Kimiko. Arrows gone, but her smile still there. She felt good whenever she use her power. Like some new age goddess of fire and death, though there were others more powerful than her in this world (For now) she still couldn't help but feel on top of the world after that.

Shame it had to stain her soul gem when she used it too much...

"Really? Because if your just going to pelt arrows at me from afar I really have little to worry about." She stood, smiling her cocky smile. "Should we discuss terms of your surrender again or shall I use your friends' intestines to construct your noose?"

[Siliarba]

Zephy & Ember
Max's Ark

The clone of Ember got struck by the force and began to disperse once again, only this time there was no sign of reforming "You know, even my copies can reform, but only when the main consciousness is focusing enough on them. So considering I'm not reforming, maybe you should wonder what's drawing my attention." the clone smiled and vanished completely after finishing this little speech.

The lightning nor the flame had much effect on Ember, but Zephy, when struck by the lightning she was affected. She didn't really get hurt, but this was potentially worse, she was laughing, laughing harder and more uncontrollable than usual. "Grand, my lil sis is ticklish, why wouldn't she be." Ember sighed. Raising her hand in the air Ember created a massive explosion, one that should disrupt everything physical for a moment or two and blow Zephy a bit away to allow her to refocus. "Awww, Ember, Zephy was having fun." "We're still having fun little sis, remember we're playing a game right? Let's make a red twister to play with ok?" "Yay, red twister, Zephy likes to play that."

And without more words being said about the subject the two Archons were flying in a circle together, constantly faster. Simultaneously they were forming clones who began circling themselves until a giant fiery tornado formed and began sundering the earth with everything and everyone that happened to be near it.

[Eriel (Ancient)]

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The Judge smiled. She was afraid he wouldn't believe her. Most people wouldn't. Then again, most people weren't living with a Time Demon inside them. She concluded that this was a sign of intelligence, considering the circumstances. If you could back up your own timeline to cancel your death, the knowledge of ancient civilizations waging war over reality itself shouldn't come as a shock to you.

But then came the question of the Batcave. Could she bring him back? Could he be trusted? Of course Ku couldn't be trusted, but the Judge's experience told her that secret locations weren't really secret when dealing with reality bending monsters, so bringing him into the Batcave wouldn't actually change anything. But was it safe to bring Gilbert? Would Batgirl allow it? After a moment's contemplation, she concluded that it was ultimately more risk involved with leaving him behind.

"Yes, we were." she told him. "We're going to the Batcave. There's a war going on and you've just been recruited."

As they made their way back, the Judge lamented that she hadn't gotten a chance to return the motorcycle she'd borrowed.

OOC: Late post is late

[The Republic of Atria]

Baxter wanted to make a real difference in the world. Unfortunately, doing so was difficult though. However, there was one place on Earth where he could. Africa. Disease. Crime. Famine. General chaos. Something he could actually fix. The best part was, it would actually be difficult. Challenging himself was difficult with his powers. As far as he could tell, there was very little he couldn't do. Killing was one of them, but it's not that he couldn't kill, not without losing his powers. However, intimidation was on the table, and often was a better option than simply killing anyways. He flew over the desert and when he neared the center of the continent. He replaced the dry and arid land with fresh, fertile grass, clean drinking water.

Of course, the people below were grateful, but the warlords that populated the area, were not. It didn't take long for Baxter to dismantle the groups. Cutting off their transportation and taking the massive stockpiles of food to those who needed it. Something he did on the regular was, whenever he was approached by armed men, which was very often, he used his powers and turned the weapons into foam swords and squirt guns. Things were still bad, but they were getting better. The next step in Baxter's plan was to heal the sick. A slightly more difficult task, but not impossible by any means. IT would take time, but the most urgent ones would go first.

[Rob Halfordia]

As Dabra woke up on the training planet of the God of Destruction, Lord Beerus and Whis standing over him, his eyes returned to their normal blue color. He was unsure of the events that occurred beforehand, his memory completely blank. Still sitting down with his legs crossed, he looked up to the two imposing figures, speaking in a somewhat childlike voice, "Wha... What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?", he asked as a small child would.

Beerus' face was stone cold in both expression and tone, speaking sternly as one of the massive aquatic animals living on his planet leapt from the pond just adjacent from the group of superbeings, before landing back in the water from whence it came, "You lost it out there, Dabra.", Beerus said, "In your state of anger, you reached levels unheard of, and despite your immense power, you still seemed to be holding back. Nothing Whis and I couldn't handle, but worrying nevertheless. In fact, you nearly destroyed the solar system in which you fought..."

Dabra's face grew into one of shock as he heard of what he had done, "I... did it really get that bad?", he asked, disappointed in himself. He promised himself he would not rely on that power. After all, it made him no better than Buu...

Beerus continued, "Yes, it did get that bad. Regardless, I've made my decision. Destroying you would be difficult, so, I'm not going to do that. But, your training here will continue. And, the first exercise will be to push you to your limits. If I'm not mistaken, your goals are to defeat or save your brother. But, it has come to our attention that Buu has gained access to a new ability even we couldn't anticipate, putting him leagues ahead of where he was.", Beerus said, pacing back and forth, "But, nobody has seen him use it thus far, and we have no idea as to what it might do. Therefore... we will push you to this ability."

Suddenly, Dabra's eyes widened. Small memories of such a power awakened in his memory, but, supposedly, it was locked away by none other than the Arcosians. Perhaps the technique they used to seal the power away was waning, growing weaker as a result of time. Of course, Beerus must not have known this, but suddenly, Whis spoke up, "Lord Beerus, I believe I recall the Arcosians sealing away the powers of Dabra and Buu during their little skirmish. But, it couldn't be sustained forever, obviously. And, with most of the Arcosians dead, it's power is likely diminishing."

Beerus rubbed his chin, "Well then... I assume it's noting we can't handle. Alright.", he said, suddenly turning towards Dabra, "Release the power you're using to suppress your rage, and we'll move from there. If you can master this technique, you'll be able to take on Buu."

Dabra nodded, and he closed his eyes, a pink aura surrounding him. He hated having to use these powers, but, it was to allow him to become more peaceful, not to defeat a true opponent. If Buu had unleashed his Pure Majin Energy, Dabra had to as well. As he opened his eyes, his red iris' emerged, surrounding his darkened pupils.

Beerus smiled, "I guess it's time to begin."

[Tomia]

Hazzel Dejorn
The half Sayian warrior was walking through a small village in Central Africa. He wore a long cloak over his shoulders and a hood over his head. He did this as to not draw attention to himself. The least thing he needed was attention. Hazzel was currently I'm his second year of self-imposed exile. This came after his fury induced rampage almost destroyed the city that he had grown up in.

Most people could tell that something was strange about Hazzel, he didn't really look completely human, and he certainly didn't dress like it, but they had no idea what the truth really was. He was walking through the village, seeing that many of the people there had very little if anything to their name. The Saiyans from Planet Vegeta might have been impressed with the local warlords brutal tactics, but Hazzel was never like them. He never took any joy from exploring those weaker than him. However because of his new found powers he ended up hurting more people than he would have liked.

While he was walking down a path towards another village he heard screaming and struggling. He headed toward the noise, his tail fluttering in curiosity. It was a man and a woman, seemingly in their late thirties. They were being between and robbed by three armed gunman. Hazzel's nostrils flared, he hated guns. As far as he was concerned those were the weapons of the weak and the cowardly.

His tall flickered as he approached them, his eyes staring at them steelingly. One of them saw Hazzel approaching and pointed his gun at him, "Hey freak! Go away, you've no business here!" He shouted in accented English.

Hazzel's mind filled with anger and he felt the beast inside him rise a little but he fought down his anger. In a matter of a second he was behind the man, and grabbed his gun and smashed it to pieces. The others shouted in surprise and began firing at him. The bullets bounced off him harmlessly and Hazzel grabbed the first man by the throat and smashed him into the tree, ending his life. The others continued firing while the couple ran away screaming. Hazzel merely gave a sarcastic smirk and grabbed both of them by the throat, snapping their necks and laying them down on the ground. After that he walked away into the forest as the couple ran into the village shouting about a magical man with super strength.

[The Republic of Atria]

Baxter was in the midst of healing some ailments, namely AIDS, and various diseases associated with hunger, which would hopefully be curbed once he started showing them how to set up farms. "There we are. Good as new. I've made shoes for everyone. Make sure you wear them whenever you go outside, at least until I can properly deal with the pestilence." He said kindly. Gunshots. At this point it was nothing more than a minor annoyance. He shielded up with an invisible barrier, but when he floated outside, he saw several dead thugs around what appeared to be a tailed stranger. At this point he couldn't tell if the man was friendly or not. "Hello stranger." Baxter said a lowering and gently landing on the ground. "Now. I'm not certain if you mean any harm, but if you do, I would suggest heading in the other direction. Around here, I'm known as the Finger of God. If you're here on friendly terms, then I'm certain we can get along." He said kindly. "My name is Baxter. I have the ability to manipulate matter and energy on a sub atomic level."

Killian

The bright blue god stared at the scarred, white dressed god for about a minute straight before the silence was finally broken. "Victor Von Doom." Killian said and slowly lowered himself to the ground. "I must say, I am nothing if not impressed. Out of all people to survive what happened. I had some idea in my mind, that you would be among them." Killian said.

"Indeed. But what I did not expect, was for you to survive, and remember the past. However, you don't look like the peasant you once were. No. Even I can see that power. You've changed. Grown."

"If you're under the impression that I'm here to depose you, I am most certainly not. I cannot even keep my family together. Let alone billions of lives. I just want to speak. God, to God." Killian said. "Preferably away from the... Lesser beings." He said and they warped into the orbit of Latverion, looking over it. "It is difficult. Isn't it? Being a god?"

Doom was silent for a moment. "Yes. It is difficult."

"I've lost... Everything that has meaning to me. I would forfeit my life if that were possible. But clearly, this is the price that came with my power. It started so simple... I moved fast and saved people. Now. I kill children in front of their father. Bring lesser gods to their knees. There is almost nothing I cannot change. Almost. People used to look at me and I'd see them fill with hope. That their bright blue protector would always be there for them. Now, I see fear. Malice." Killian would have tears coming down his face if not for the fact that he didn't have organs anymore. "I am... More powerful than almost anyone. And all I want now is my family back. Victor... How do you do it?" Killian asked. "How do you manage this? I've been a god only for a few weeks, and I've already lost everything."

"It is certainly a difficult task. But you must be fair, but firm. What you say is law. They may fear you, but that is because they know you are their better. They exist because of you."

"And how do you know you are making the right choice?" Killian asked.

"I am Doom! I am never wrong."

"Are you certain of that? Truly certain?"

Doom hesitated. "Of course."

"Hmm. If you insist. Do not worry about me. I have to think for some time. Thank you for your time. You've given me much to think about. Farewell Victor. You've done a better job as this world's god than I ever will. Perhaps one day I will see things through your eyes. Until then, I suppose I will just stay here." Killian finished and Doom returned to his castle. The seeds of doubt that had been planted over the course of the previous 8 years were beginning to take root and sprout. Both in Killian and Doom.