Adveho Procul Mihi Frater: LoS vs JLI

Concepts of contempt

"We are all flowers of one garden. And the waves of one sea. And the leaves of one tree." she lays still in the fields of time, the great field of the never ending battle. The blades of sharp grass brush firmly against the smooth skins of her spirit body. Her eyes stare upwards at the statuesque form of the spiritual essence of Liberty, glowing a bright golden shimmer with a taint of green. The form is a primal beauty, the wolf is large and powerful with a forbidden attraction. The eagle wings are great in size and have many long feathers, used for soaring flight, and the weapon about the rear, the tail of the scorpion is jagged with barbs of toxic fury.

The Troll-Breaker watches her fight with rage burning as bright as a star in her eyes, and her teeth bared for all to see. A warning to any brave soul willing to weather this storm of wanton brutality. And so she clutches her might bow of the hunt, as she notches the arrow with the bane spirit of doubt fastened to its arrowhead, and she takes her aim. A moment of peace washes over the warrior princess before all silence is ended by the sound of air being torn by perfection. The arrow flies swift and sure, lacking any of the doubt that the bane spirit that it carries. It strikes upon the noble brow of the spirit creature.

The creature becomes aware instantly, however the effects have already taken full effect and her eyes gleam with great confusion. And so the daughter of Odin does make haste as she gathers her footing and launches herself upwards at the beast. She has many scrolls of concept with her, and she needs to act quickly. The Troll-Breaker's hands grab a scroll that has the symbol for "Limp" written upon it and she places it on right front leg of the mighty beast. It glows as it makes full contact and then it bursts into black flames. The first attack was successful. The beast notices as it bites down, sinking its teeth deep into the meat of Brynhylds left shoulder. "Ahharg!" she screams in horrific pain.

The scroll leaves its concept burnt deep into the beasts leg, as it can no longer put its full weight down on it. This effect should bleed through just as the bane spirit should as well, for the next 24 hours Liberty and her spirit essence would be under these effects. Then Brynhyld grabs another scroll. This time the scroll has the symbol for "Fear" written down upon this one. And even though it causes her amazing amounts of pain she presses it over the heart of this beast, as it glows and erupts into flames just like the last one. And like before the creature notices, as it stabs its toxic barb tipped tail deep into the flesh of her right shoulder. Brynhyld can no longer use her arms, as they are both hanging lifeless down her sides.

The beast notices that this woman is no longer a threat to it as its bite pushes down harder before it tosses her body off to the side, she hits the ground hard and is laying very still. The spirit body of Brynhyld starts to grow very dim as the toxic venom from the beasts tail courses throughout her form. It fills her with taint. Extreme pain washes over her entire body, and she weeps rivers of dreaded tears. The spirit essence of Liberty returns to its counterpart's location as it attaches itself to its sibling energy signature. "Beautiful." Brynhyld says with a weak voice as her spirit body lays still, being slowly tortured in epic horror.

Edward mental assault detected a weird undercurrent in the area someone or something was trying to break his connection with the Creed dupes. A rye smile crossed his face at worst this was a minor distraction probably one little trick form the guy from his computer he needed to be dealt with. Then an idea struck the champion bursting from the spot he closed in on an approaching dupe instead of attacking them however he cartwheeled past them both to fast to accurately see and definitely to fast for them to even hear till it was to late. The only way his signal could be attacked would be from a signal source and since the creeds where not carrying a pc each with all the trimmings they must be connected to it via a portable device most likely a headset due to its proximity to the brain and ability to send the signal through the ear. Spotting an ear piece the champion plucked it from the dupes ear as he landed and immediately paired it with his COP's communicator.

Keeping his speed up he frantically typed into his communicator a message to the Cops resident tech head Andromeda Nights " Drom this is Edward back trace this signal for me its being sent via my communicator now. He wont be monitoring our tech yet and even if he was to start his hacking could take months to bypass the A.I that runs our computers. Use as many proxy satellites as possible he wont be monitoring the major tv networks and government satellites at least not of all of them so use as many as you can. Then once you have a location use the imaging function and track movement in that area and verify his location at the site before releasing counter measures, i think you know what i mean. Owe you one Edward( oh and any further messages from this coms device ignore in the unlikely event its been compromised)" leaving the communicator forwarding the signal for a couple more second giving Drom enough to work with he then threw his COP's coms device and the floor and stamped on it shattering t into thousands of tiny pieces. " A man that fights from behind a desk has no honour in battle he thought"

Running back into the battlefield his disappearance being all but a brief ten seconds he hard Surkit start to speak through his other coms device " "Surkit to team, counter intelligence, the duplication's can only make more with high speed kinetics, Windsor, for once your going to have to take the slow and painful route." Edward knew what this meant and with a heavy heart he drew his sword from between his shoulders. "Put them down with extreme prejudice the old fashion way." Walking towards the rush of incoming dupes Edward knew that his speed would only make thing worse but his agility and strength should be enough to do the job of which he so hated, killing the competition. The first dupe slid at Edward across the ground standing his ground he simply swung his sword at the sliding dupe letting his attackers momentum do the rest as he carried himself in to the blue flaming blade realising a spark of flame and splatter of blood then he fell flat on the ground his body cleaved pretty much in two.Looking at the 8 remaining dupes ahead of him Eddy raise his hand gesturing them all forward "Ok then Creed you wanted this now come and get me". knowing that with each dupe that touched his fabled blade alittle more of Creeds life essence was being drained away.

A fist collides with Edwards chest from one of the dupes as they pile onto the champion their hits more of an annoyance than painful barley flinching from the impact. Swinging his sword right around him with a serous amount of power behind he aimed to clip as many of his enemies in one giant swing knowing that the sharpness of the blade and the power of his strikes would liekly cleave anything in its path clean off. Feeling a tightness around his throat he then raised his blade and poked it over his shoulder aiming into the side of the dupe trying to strangle him.

Mark inhaled and prepared to attack. He had a plan laid out in his mind. Twist his right arm and trap the sword between grooves in his armoured forearm, grab the upper arm of the knife wielder and toss him over the shoulder, then draw a handgun and enter a little standoff with the last guy. As they were tossed back, probably by the Prince of Power's telekinesis, Mark relaxed. He ran inside, ready to find a perch. Even as he did so, he heard the dupes swarming all over Edward. With a heavy heart, he sealed the entrance. Those dupes would not be getting inside now.

After a quick stop at his impressive armoury, which held enough sinisterly gleaming weaponry to outfit a militia, he leaped out of an open window, closing it behind him. A few further leaps took him to a spot which overlooked the battle. He saw the blonde woman flying overhead, and knew he had never seen her before. She also did not come to Edward's aid, therefore, logic dictateed she was likely to be an enemy. With teeth gritted in barely controlled rage, he picked up the Dragunov, heavily modified for use against superhuman threats. He trained the crosshairs on her temple and growled. His eyes narrowed just a fraction, and his lips curled in a grim scowl. He pressed down on the trigger, relishing the slight resistance it gave at first, then it submitting to his will as the incendiary round flew at the woman's head with a loud CRACK! "Night night Goldilocks." He said, his gravelly voice making the words lose all comedic sense they otherwise would have had. He shouldered the rifle and moved to find a new perch, muttering. "This one's too hot." A reference to the incendiary round, it was also lacking in any humour.

Cyber Warfare

Champion City was a marvel of technology thanks to the intelligent minds of Ethan Starks and Mistress Redhead just to name a few. There was a lot of high grade tech in the city and when they were missing such tech wizards much fell on a young teenage cyborg. Well young was debatable, she appeared and died at the age of sixteen, in truth though she was reprogramed through machines a cyberpunk version of Frankenstein. Her age was debatable as it would never change. Regardless it fell on the automation to handle the technical element of the C.O.P. It was all wired into her room, the only place rivaling the command room in technology.

Dhaliah Nightingale sat playing Halo and owning everyone with controls that in Beta testing made the machine actually freeze not able to process the cyborgs movements. Loud techno thumped in the room making the walls vibrate. A back up system plugged in to security if needed in emergency. The cords sticking from the back of her neck and skull. It seamed to have no effect on her though as if it was totally natural. Her black hair was a mess before her eyes, neon blue bangs in front of electric blue eyes that looked more like headlights. Then her ear chirped with static from an incoming message. A small bar in her eye indicating it as Edward.

"Drom this is Edward back trace this signal for me its being sent via my communicator now." Really, hey tech genius incase you didn't know being wired in twenty four seven, this is your boss. Because surely you didn't spot it instantly, the teen mocking in her mind. "He wont be monitoring our tech yet and even if he was to start his hacking could take months to bypass the A.I that runs our computers." Who the hell was 'he' some fast paced computer work revealed it to be Puzzler a genius of a human. It was easy for Drom to get the intell because Ed was linked which meant she could be. The cyborg operator free to put things to use for allies and team mates. "Use as many proxy satellites as possible he wont be monitoring the major tv networks and government satellites at least not of all of them so use as many as you can. Then once you have a location use the imaging function and track movement in that area and verify his location at the site before releasing counter measures" her mechanic eyes whirred as they rolled. Of course she knew how to track she made Matrix look like noob work. "I think you know what i mean. Owe you one Edward oh and any further messages from this coms device ignore in the unlikely event its been compromised." Now that Drom was cool with, rewards were always good.

Firewalls and counter measures gave way to her with ease. She was a governmental A.I to systems. Not a lot of them most infect still being cyborgs then the actual holographic like figures of the game she was still playing. Soon enough she had nearly two dozen satellites quickly working to pin point where the networking was coming from. It was hard to trace, he was good real good. What he did get was that he was somewhere near the Mirage as well. Ballistic missiles heading for cities near by. Warheads nuclear it seamed aiming to do serious damage. In the age of technology for a cyborg like her with CoP CLI and military type clearance and access she was the code breaker for anything. A wireless tap into the smart bombs and the warheads were down. They wouldn't go off unless set remotely the missiles however had the emp's still active their reach enough to contact the base despite where they fell.

The rockets would slam into the concrete of the cities digging deep as they were not able to go off. They caused car accidents one of the three fell through a building almost toppling it completely. The nuclear crisis had been averted however. Then came the electro magnetic pulse a state wide black out in scale. The cities and base going dark, communicators, computers, batter operated electronics all went down. Except for Surkit who naturally gave off energy and as such was still accessible. "Bishop this is Drom from Ed's own team. Was able to diffuse the explosives left the em to take out the hacking issue. You might be able to restore power with your abilities, I figured for the moment though black out was better then thermo nuclear war. Contact me again if needed."

Bullet Witch

The explosion laid waste to her entire room, clothing tools and bloody chances of Creed dupe's littered the place. It seamed like a sure win for a moment as the adrenaline junkie sought for movement through the smoke. Slowly Creed came into view barely, on the ground from the looks his copies had taken the hit for him. A nice armor under mesh taking the remainder of the damage. Shame that the fight couldn't end so quickly they were outmanned she had the guns to balance the scales though if she could just remove the one man army from the chess board.

Then almost a second after the army of one got up from the floor there was a black out. Spitfire just thankful it didn't seam to be from a nuclear device. In a comical blur her mind was instantly conflicted and relieved. At first it was "sh*t that means this thing just lost it's major feature and secret. Just a giant gun now that's not as much help." In a moment of concern her alter ego was there the butcher in the night. Cain, believed the first killer was released during the first mission of the S.I.B Red Raider and her at the end had to take in the entity to stop him from spreading chaos. Red had a fair deal it seamed going off to be successful and sh*t. Meanwhile Des was forced to have that psychopath chattering in her head. Today the ethereal jack a** seamed wanting to help though.

"You dumb b*tch you got darkness all-around you and a dark entity whispering in your f*cking head. Use your brain you blond wh*re." Des hated him really did every helpful tip delivered by being a pain. He was right though she still had this. "Oh and look out" that was when the first bullet ripped through her shoulder. Blood running from her shoulder the gear head grunting in pain and then reaching out to seize control of the situation.

A quick thought grabing the bullets and curving them while reversing them. The five rounds aiming to blow through Creed's skull from various angles. Simultaneously the abilities of Cain kicked in reaching out with the darkness. Shadows aiming to work like tendrils to ensnare the Singular Armada forming holds around legs arm and throat. The gating gun then bursting to life as it fired an outrageous amount of bullets towards the man curving to have actual accuracy despite the storm of gunfire. The desert sun silhouetted the gunner a thick black inky mist seamed to rise from the left eye. A erie glow coming across Desiray's face the H.U.D piece giving the right side a cobalt light, the dark essence of Cain giving the right side a bloody red. Gun flashes the main source of lighting as Spitfire indulged in the fact that she was the bullet witch.

This day was rapidly growing darker for the JLI she could feel it. The shake of the structure from an impact of a rocket was one sign. Then came the innumerable conflicts going on, Creed alone was proving to be a pest as he was back up to every battle. It was a delay, they were not durable there was numbers on their side however. Then came the more powerful allies, enemies on all sides made circumstance confusing for many. Truth be told the dragon of the League was disappointed deeply by the predicament.

Azrael came for a fight to test the merit of the heroes to see them stand for something. In a thunderous display of force she crashed into the center of the building. A creature deserving to be put down, yet nobody through a punch her way. This why she preferred the smaller sides the odds against her team. Then everyone had a person to challenge this was a ugly mess that lacked the glory of battle she craved. The team had no real soldiers either making this not even a pleasant slaughter. Waiting and waiting the tower eventually went dark. A power outage why was unclear to the demoness, rather then question it however she simply sighed a exaggerated breath. Her body radiating an aura of fire as she began to look for something to go up against. Metal glowed and bubbled a bit with each step, no critical damage being delivered. The Daughter of Death simply leaving a trail should anyone get bold.

Smiling she heard chatter down the hall, not direct assault, she predicted an address at Puzzler. It would have to be a powerhouse or strategist to require more caution. Gambler, Lady Liberty and Rumble Man on the outskirts she felt confident in her assumption. Sure enough that was what she found a man fairly attractive but nothing compared to what she had been with. A pair of guns pointed at someone in a seat. Be him a counterfeit or the real deal Blair didn't want to risk a team mate and sought to intervene. "I suggest you stand down. I'd hate for your blood to dirty some fine technology. Stop the madness and I'll let you live." Were the words to pass from the lips of whoever the gunmen was.

"Heres my vision, that your foresight is in question, you think guns at the back of a man's head will bring fruition, and yet you fail to see the condition, chaos is liberation, your inferiority demands extinction." Alezra spoke poetically as she lit up the halls with every step. A respectful warning before she made her assault. A flick of the wrist and a cone of flame shot towards the man seeking to melt flesh from bone. Like the roaring flame of the dragon it lit the darkness with promise of a inferno. Soon as the flames dissipated from her hand after a three second burst the demoness raced forward. One of her crimson and midnight black blades made of a demon and not steel aimed to rip through the man's heart. Azra's left hand slashing up to block a downwards attack or perhaps cleave away her targets arm. The following movement meant to put her behind the gunmen(or infront if he never turned around) and stabbing through his lungs. The blades as good as any blade aside from say adamantium. Azrael didn't want to go all out of not needed. Still she would not play lightly every motion aimed to kill.

The bomber duplicates...

"HOLY SH!T! WHAT!? THAT DUDE JUST STUCK HIS FINGER THROUGH HIS HEAD!" The two remaining duplicates looked back to see that the black hand of the league only known as "The Rumor" attacked the duplicate's murderer. "Keep moving man we need to go find the prime us!"

Meanwhile with Edward Windsor...

The duplicates panted and caught their breath, Edward turned lethal and started to decapitate their now fallen comrades. Dude we have a serious problem right now..You don't think I know that!?". The duplicates slammed their fists together with enough kinetic energy to create duplicates, in a matter of moments there was thirty duplicates all banded together for the sake of a man killing duplicates. "And here we thought you were the good guy.." Said on of them hatefully towards Edward. The only thing that stood between them and the "Hero" was a pile of mutilated dupes. "Alright boys! Five of you keep on slamming those fists together. The rest!? CHARGE!" This was it, no more holding back, soon enough the room would either be flooded with duplicates or Edward Windsor would fall, or so they hoped. Ten of the duplicates advanced head on, gaining the memories of their fallen counterparts after they died, the were able to learn Ed's swordplay alot faster, able to dodge alot more of the vicious slicing attacks. It was hard to tell which dupe was doing what, they all attacked with careful tactic and aimed to simply just pummel him to death and trample him, as this wave was busy getting Edward going, another wave was waiting behind them. And another, and another. For the duplicates that werent able to get close due to them being so many in numbers, they slammed their fists over and over again, each dupe making another. It wasn't a proper fight anymore, it was a hurricane of punches and kicks and grapples.

Creed and the bullet witch...

Creed grunted as the bullets were fired back at him, but he was quick to grin like the Cheshire cat. The metal plating he wore had the tech to deflect bullets, much like that of the witch but with no control. "A spy always learns from a first battle.." He said with a laugh. But that laugh was cut short as he was grabbed by some horrific tendrils from god who knows where. "Oh this cannot be good!" He yelled as the bullets being sent his way deflected all over the place to where he was facing thanks to the plating. "HOT HOT HOOOT!" He yelled as the tech in the plating was being over worked and started to singe his chest a bit. "If I don't think of something fast...This thing is going to short out!" He thought to himself as he struggled at the tendrils of the dark unknown entity. "Where is a dupe when you need one!?" Creed called out, but to his luck the two cowardly rag tag duplicates made it to Creed just in time. "Oh sh!t dude! We gotta save him! On three!? One...TWO!" The two duplicates dove at Creed and pretty much tackled him, with just enough force to be tugged away from the horrific tendrils. Creed and the dupes quickly ran over to a waist high counter and crouched behind it. "We can't take her head on! She is just hiding behind those guns! Did the plan work? Like a charm dude! Surkit was busy chasing us with enough time for Rumor to do HIS thing. Perfect! What about you man? Oh me? Well I managed to distract her long enough now didn't I!? Wait! What about the dupes with Edward!? Oh yeah! We saw the room they are fighting in...It is a mess man!"

Creed's plan of distraction was a success, now what mattered was making sure he got out of here alive.

The dupes are within arms length, all equal in speed to the other. He extended his arm ready to grasp at their collars, until a small but forceful kick hits him in the rear of his hip, throwing his momentum off balance, sending him running lopsided into a wall. A quick turn of his head reveals a more petite and youthful version of Gambler. Before reaction was possible a jab hits him in the trachea, shutting his wind pipe for a moment. As the blue clad leader holds himself up with one hand and a knee he attempts to stand and catch his wind. The enemy though impressively well trained seemed brash, too ready to prove himself, as he sends pressure point strikes directly into his bomb strapped chest "No-!" his steel like fingers had already penetrated the ballistics gel, Surkit watches in slow motion as his shield forms a cocoon around him, and the bomb ignites.

The two are blown ferociously apart from each other, a gaping hole is ripped into the side of the base as the sun shines threw and sand wafts inward. For a moment he lays unconscious and breathless. A gasp of air fills his near collapsed lungs as he rises and shuffles to the enemy. Looking down he sees half of his face, the man turned out to be a boy no older than Adonia. The shame on his head was almost too much to bare, "Why didn't you just keep going kid...why'd you stop at me" Holding the front of his chest where scorched skin was visible, he gives the boy one last look then turns, shuffling down the halls towards the other dupes,

"To make a long story short...Dislocated leg, possible concussion, temporarily blind in my left eye due to severe bruising, shrapnel in my left and and lower stomach, my chest would have caved in if it wasn't for the suit... I was reckless...Young and arrogant boy...Get YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!". The suits life support system boots up, delivering a few hundred volts of electricity to his chest. Rumor opens his eye that was still covered by the mask and narrowed it, seeing his opponent used his powers to at least stay standing. "First, I relocated my leg, the pain was quick but unbearable." Rumor grunts as his hip makes an unsettling click back into it's socket. "I am not letting my master down..Not now.."

Rumor jumped to his feet, quickly moving towards his wounded enemy. "I am to injured to risk giving him another advantage..Yet I don't want to kill him..". With deep breathes of pain he brandished his titanium claws that popped out of tip of his gloves. The black assassin swung his clawed index finger at the man's achilles tennants on each ankle, hoping he would be to slow to dodge the cuts that would make his legs temporarily useless. At the same time Rumor swung, he could feel the cuts in his stomach opening severely, causing him to groan with pain as he still went through with the attempted slicing attack.

Shlink! The sound of metal scraping it's sheath ricochets off his ear canal as his Kamikaji instincts kick in, jumping into the air with the help of his energy blasts, just avoiding the slice to his back heel. He turns and raises both his forearms to block the blades from any main arteries, though being slices with surgical incissions on his forearms, blood trickling down to the floor from his elbows. If he were any less experienced the wounds would have broken his focus. Backing up he tries his best not to strike the boy, "Kid, stop this sh!t, you're forcing my hand here!" He dips downward, opting to use his street fighting talents, he ducks a slicing attack and attempts to send a right handed uppercut into his open midsection, then directly after with dangerous confidence sends a back sided elbow for his guarded temple in an attempt to stun the skilled young assassin.

"Energy user, of course he was going to use it." Rumor's eye narrowed as he braced for the punch heading his way, luckily the punch connected to the part of his face where his cowl was still there. "Head rattles and screeches, a cut on my head where he strikes.." Rumor grunted but kept his feet firm, with little to no effort he grabbed the incoming elbow in his right palm. "Chest wound looks bad on him, charred skin is bound to be sensitive and fluctuating with pain..". Rumor smirked as he used his available left fist to strike towards his exposed burnt chest, the style he used to punch with was meant to have the least momentum as possible until the very last second, also referred to as "The one inch punch". After that he released the elbow and grabbed at his shoulders in attempt to sent a knee to his hip, with enough force to send it out of it's socket if the attack was successful.

He hops involuntarily at the feeling of the punch to his freshly wounded chest. This kid is good...he's got raw talent and trained skill combined, he thinks, but he doesn't have experience...and he's never fought me As the young martial arts apprentice grasped his shoulder the half fried Surkit moves inward, forming a hook with his right arm in between the boy's elbow crook. He then grabs his elbow, attempting to pull his arm behind his back, if successful he would use his massive mass to fall backwards and make the boy slam face first into the steel floor

"He has a good grip on my arm, I can't risk slamming my head that hard..A painful compromise.." As Rumor was sent crashing towards the steel floor, he forced his left hand and arm towards the floor. The assassin actually holds himself up from hitting the floor just with his one hand, but not without it's price. "As he threw me, I could feel my wounds open even deeper, took me a while to notice my vision blur for only a second..I needed to at least knock him out so I could recuperate..". Rumor spins his entire body 180 degrees, his slender arm was able to slip free from his grasp. "Damn, right elbow sprained from that grapple..". Rumor sent his firm open palms towards the hero's eardrums, hoping to discombobulate him. Next the assassin easily rolled backwards onto the hopefully stunned hero with and tried to pin his arms down with his knees and send a pinpoint three fingered strike to his neck, the move if done right could knock a heavy weight lifter out cold, it was a long shot but it was worth a try.

The Hall of Honor

Vandorjord is the great hall of Brynhyld it is located in a region of Asgard called Brynufvangar, and houses the skillful song swords of old. All of history's greatest warrior poets, call this hall their home in Asgard. The Troll-Breaker sits upon her thrown as they feast, sing, and celebrate around her, her hall echoes with the bellowing of thunderous cheer. "All hail Odin! All hail Asgard! All hail Honor and Glory and Wisdom! All hail our Shield Maiden! Brynhyld! Brynyld! Brynhyld!" their chanting sounds like drumming in a war march, as mead horns spill and chatter off the heavy wood of the great banquet tables, and the sounds of steel swords clanking against hardened hide shields adds brutal music to the winds. There is much boasting, and merriment inside the conversation filled space of Vandorjord.

A handmaiden sits at Bryhyld's side and she has her fingers wrapped in auburn locks of hair, as the warrior princess enjoys the foot bath she is receiving from another of her handmaidens. This one is hunched over on her knees before her as she pours hot soapy suds into a large wash bucket and she does scrub her lady's feet with much spirit. This woman is built of sturdy stock unlike the one at her side, she is adorned with a bust of titanic proportions however, and Brynhyld does enjoy watching her do her work. The delicate flower that sits beside her is in full out joy, delighted by the surprise visit of her Lady Brynhyld. "More mead my Lady?" her voice as soft as silk and as sweet as honey.

"Of course my sweet." Brynhyld says, as she holds her horn so that it could be easily filled with the sweet golden nectar of the gods. The little one is nervous with excitement that she is pleasing her Lady and she does spill a little of the mead as she pour upon Brynhyld's hand and wrist. "Watch what you are doing gal!" the wash woman says as she interjects her own voice on the matter. Brynhyld just giggles as she presents her mead soaked hand to the little thing. "No harm done Fruki, Savanti will clean her mistake." The young handmaiden brashly grasps at her Lady's arm and Brynhyld notices how excited the poor thing is exactly. "Do try to relax my sweet... A Lady does not like to be pulled upon like that, you must be gentile with your Lady."

Savanti nods her head as she takes a freshly soaked by Fruki warm wash cloth and gets ready to clean up the mess she made. But before she can correct her mistake she is halted by her Lady again, this time with Brynhyld taking that very hand and putting it to Savanti's lovely lips."Clean it with your mouth my sweet... For I have missed your kisses."A large smile crosses Savanti's face and she does exactly as her Lady demands. A smile crosses Fruki's face as well, as she shoots a very seductive glance up at her Lady, while Savanti cleans her mistake. Brynhyld giggles again, this time it is from the way Savanti's tongue tickles her hand, and the tales that Fruki's eyes speak to her soul.

"Its nice to be home. I have misses my sweets."

The Shadow Realm

The Troll-Breaker's spirit body is wreaked with pain... She doesn't have much time if she doesn't do something quickly. Even as it burns like the fires of the sun, she rolls with all of her might, she rolls and rolls, and rolls some more until she reaches the very edge of the steep hill she rests upon. And with one more vastly painful roll she tumbles down the hill as her body is thrashed around violently before finally coming to rest beside a stream of spirit water. Her eyes roll with frustration. She had hoped she would have made it all the way, she wanted to tumble into the stream. She stopped just short. Tears pouring and screaming like a banshee, the Troll-Breaker is able to kick her legs enough to sort of half crawl, and half wobble her way into the stream. The cool waters rush past her face, and she slowly starts to feel the healing effects of the pure energy washing over her.

She is able to draw small weak drinks as well. They are spaced out and small, but they are helping the pain subside very slowly, the water is cleaning and healing her spirit body, the very same spirit body that is also slowly getting pulled along, she is now adrift being tugged and pulled onward by the gentile currents of the steam itself. Where was she heading exactly... How long was the stream and where did it lead, and what would she find when she got there? None of that mattered at the moment, due to the weakness of being mauled and stabbed with a toxic barbed tail weapon by Liberty's spirit essence, she didn't have time to worry about such trifles. "I feel like a piece of ship wrecked wood, being swooped down stream." she thinks to herself as she is now at least 300 yards from where she was only moment ago.

JLI Headquarters inside Brynhyld's private bed chamber

The Collective of Ethereal energy that is the third form of Brynhyld's esscence has taken on the form of a large blue orb that has streaks of white lightning like energy rolling all around it. This energy is not destructive however, in fact they are not much of anything really just a portal, a focal point. A rip or fracture in the sheet of reality. It is fluxing from the stress it feels from Brynhyld's spirit body being in distress. If her spirit body were to die then the portal would close, and then Brynhyld would have to recover herself in Asgard for at least a few days before returning to Midgard, for it would take at least that long for such a powerful spirit body to regrow within a goddess like her.

Akube rose from the tall grass, breathing slow and steady. Knowing who this was, he was fortunate to be breathing at all. "You... what have you done?" he asked in disbelief. With a single sweep of his arms, five projectiles took flight towards the assassin. Two were small throwing stars, edges shimmering in the dull light of the late afternoon. The stars were merely a feint, an attempt to draw his attention and occupy him, leaving him defenseless against what came next. Three darts, each loaded with a neurotoxin derived from the venom of the South African fattail scorpion, altered by Akube himself to be non-lethal, and cause nothing more than instantaneous, temporary paralysis.

"You cannot do this!" the Bodyguard replied, leaping from the grass, aiming to tackle his enemy to the ground. He rolled across the ground, coming to a halt at the very edge of the cliff. He moved low to the ground, arms at the ready as he circled his foe. He moved like the tiger, circling the hunter who had been so audacious as to enter his jungle.

"You cannot destroy countless lives for your own gain." the man in black explained. His eyes burned only brighter as a white light fell upon them from beyond the cliff, behind the one called Gambler. The light was drawing closer as the vigilant protector of Bandari snarled, "I won't let you." He dove out of the way just as his hover cycle flew by, only inches above the ground. It was a battering ram, and its target was standing precisely where he needed to be.

Falsify had left Surkit for only a single moment, and when he had returned he was gone. False slammed his fist into a wall finding the fact that he lost Surkit incredibly irritating "Turn my attention away from that bugger, and I lose him AHH." He screams out loud as he runs around a corner searching for Surkit. Only to bump into...Creed and then the bump produced one, and they both fell to the floor with enough force they created two more. False looked to the dupes and simply shook his head "Why does God hate me so much?" The Creed's quickly spun around an leaped from the floor. Grabbing False by the collar they begin pummeling him with kicks and punches, slamming feet into his ribs and fists into his face. As the four pummel him he gets a relay from Surkit "Slow and Painful." was all False heard an all he really needed to hear. Soon the dupes began to take a breather, slamming their fists into his back began to bite them back. As his skin had hardened he looked up at them as they breathed hard.

Smiling he launched a volley of spikes out from his chest upwards, they all turned away and held their hands up to protect themselves. In that instant Falsify was gone. A small pool of blood was all that was left, he had vanished. The dupes looked around dumbfounded as to where he had gone. Two went down opposite hallways while two stayed back and looked through the area, while False was on the ceiling hanging by two long barbs from his palms. He watched as one of the two that stayed behind walked into a nearby room, while the other stood guard muttering something that he was hungry he stood outside the room looking from side to side. False slowly lowered himself above the dupe, as the dupe turned to look to his right he lowered himself fully stepping down right next to the dupe. As he turned back False covered his mouth an pushed a barbs deep into his chest, then pushing upwards at the bottom of the barb it entered his heart. The dupes eyes widened as the life extinguished from his eyes. In the next instant he fired three barbs, each slamming into an overhanging light. Each light exploded loudly and the hallway was pitch black. Only light was from the room the other dupe was in, and he came running at the sound of the explosion. As he ran out the door he tripped over the body of the other dupe, and falling to the floor.

False leaps at him only to feel the steel toed boot slam into his chest, the dupe wasnt stupid he knew what was going on once he tripped. As False fell to the ground the Dupe came up screaming, slamming a fist into False jaw and the sound of bones cracking echoed down the dark hallway. Just enough light shined from the room giving the dupe ample light to find False. False knew he couldnt simply knock the dupe out, it would only prove more difficult. Instead he ran, and the dupe followed tossing out vulgar insults goading False into turning around. But he wouldn't he went further an further down the hall, finally no more light shined an the two were in complete darkness. False again leaped up an attached himself to the ceiling, listening for Creed's dupe to come closer. "Come out come out wherever you are.....I promise I wont tell anyone you gutted me. It will be quick, come on I know you wanna give me a good thrashing. Come on give it to me, come on!" With that False dropped behind the dupe and a long serrated was pulled from his side, he quickly and precisely sliced at the dupes neck. It turned around and looked into his bright yellow eyes, all False heard was two thuds. As he waited to see if the Dupe was tricking him he could smell the blood, an turned around running back down the hall he replied to Surkit and everyone else "As long as the attack is swift and a killing blow, they cant duplicate. Go for a decapitation, so far haven't found one that can dupe while his heads rolling on the floor. Surkit I'm coming, dont do anything stupid!"

Edward was killing the dupes as fast as Creed could produce them but eventually his sword play would have to make way for a much more elegant solution to the problem. And that time was drawing nearer as his enemy spawned more and more dupes to the point he was now being rushed by what can only be described and as small angry force. Eddy's mind worked away as he dealt with the dupes nearest to him as it searched for a decent battle plan with the numbers ever looking bleaker, his speed unless lethal would cause more dupes to form same with his strength so it seemed his mind was key to the battle here. The telepathy disrupting radio wave whilst not enough to completely stop him from taking the dupes over would probably mean he would need to focus entirely on the 50 or so dupes of creed before him in order to counter its affect and then keep them under, but then it struck him why hadn't he thought of it before.

Standing his ground he waited till the mass of dupes once again piled on top of him taking a flurry of hits all over his body (which is mostly armoured) the champion was knocked about under the mass of Creed's a few bruises here and there started to form and a few good hits to the face opened up his lip which began to leak a small amount of blood down his chin."Now" his mind unleashing a fast amount of telekinetic energy as the prince of power focussed his thoughts and formed small but sturdy telekinetic barriers around the Creed in the area, all of them . Attempting to not only lock the numerous Creed's down in terms of movement but completely restrain them in telekinetic cages. Looking one of the dupes square in the eye as he stood up from underneath the once squirming mass of punches the champion said " I haven't really killed anyone yet, these poor saps( pointing at the remains of the various dupes) are all just small parts of you. If you want to see how unheroic i can be why don't you walk the real version of yourself right out here and see."

Displaying unmitigated speed and pinpoint accuracy through stylish hand-eye coordination, the Personification of Perfection deflected Akuba's throwing star attack. Intercepting the deadly projectiles with his black vibranium katana utilizing a one armed technique correlated through his defensive principle. Cleverly Akuba had used this attack as a distraction setting up his primary strike, firing two poison darts at the Cajun hoping to end the confrontation quickly. Vaulting backwards in a rapid succession of reverse handsprings, Jean Luc avoided the trio of darts. Rounding off the final handspring only to be tackled violently. Both men crashing to the ground dangerously close to the cliffs edge.

"You cant do this!" thundered Akuba as he gathered himself regaining his footing. Suddenly and without warning the black clad protector's hover cycle burst onto the scene. Smashing recklessly into the LeBeau Legacy sending his sword as well as his body hurling through the air. Hitting the ground with such a high level of velocity that his body slid several feet before rolling a few more finally coming to a stop in a heap of battered flesh. His combat Kevlar woven suit had absorbed some of the impact but only enough to prevent the assassin from having been killed.

A string of blood dangled from the Cajun's mouth down to the sandy ground as he unsuccessfully tried to get to his feet. Visibly disoriented it took the assassin a few moments to finally gather his composure wiping the crimson reminder away from his mouth before smiling defiantly. "Now you die young warrior." Blasting off his left foot blazing across the landscape with superhuman speed he launched himself at Akuba. Twirling horizontally in a helicopter spin flaring his legs out attempting to strike the face of his opponent landing and instantly transitioning down to his hand allowing his arm to balance his body's full weight as he swung his legs around in a Brazilian Capoeira sweep. If successful the leg sweep would effectively disrupt Akuba's center of gravity knocking him off his base affecting his balance. Spinning upwards back to his feet Jean Luc flashed his hand forward attempting to use his telekinesis to seize Akuba's heart and constrict it.

For although Akuba was masterful combatant he had a decisive disadvantage in the sense of lacking any superhuman attributes. A fact Jean Luc was well aware of and only all to eager to exploit.

@TheRumor

"Argh!"The thunderous clap hits his ear canals with tremendous force, the hero unaware just how vulnerable he was to attacks within his body instead of without. For a moment theres a dazing ringing in his ears followed by a skull splitting headache as he cups his head to the abnormal sensation. In that moment his guard is let down, and three pinpoint accurate fingers slam into his naked neck. For a moment he feels pain, a build up of blood in his artery, before darkness rushes in from all sides. The last thing he sees is two hidden eyes staring down at him as his body goes limp and disperses his energy reserves. He lays unconscious on the sand dusted floor, vulnerable as a newborn.

Rumor glares at the defeated hero with skeptical eyes, he clutched onto the man's shoulders as the energy burst from his body in case it was powerful enough to send him flying. he slowly placed his razor finger up against his neck and was ready to end him right there, but there was something about it that was all wrong. "...No...You don't die here today Bishop Jones..It isn't right yet..". Rumor removed his finger from the man's neck and stood up, the merciful assassin dragged his body up against the wall and slapped on a pair of vibranium cuffs to his wrists. "Gambler, I have Surkit, he is down but not dead...I will explain later.." Rumor spoke through his comm as he removed the chip from the hero's comm device and slipped it into his wrist port, his Arcnet hud being uploaded with the Justice league's radio chatter. The black knight scanned the old chatter from the beginning of the battle until he finally came across chatter with Surkit and Edward Windsor. "Oh no...Creed!" Rumor started a full sprint but was quick to stumble onto his knees in pain, "GUH!" He yelled as he held his shrapnel ingested stomach. "I almost forgot, body in terrible condition..Bleeding to fast.."

Rumor held his head and sat up against a wall, he pulled out of his utility belt some top grade medical supplies, "First I take tweezers to my insides, the pain was enough to almost put me down under..But I manage..Introduce some anti septic solutions for infection and finally stitch and bandage my wounds.." Rumor pulled his suit back down over his now bandaged body and slipped on his cowl. The assassin again started to sprint a little easier this time as he made his way through the justice league's base. "I need to get to Edward and Creed's dupes, before things get out of hand..". Rumor dropped down into one pf the service vents and started to glide through the large service tunnels down below the base, using his grapple gun to help keep him air born. "Creed, absorb your duplicates before you get yourself KILLED! I will try and handle Windsor but you need to stand down!" Rumor yelled through his comm system as he got closer and closer to his target..

Joseph is startled at the thought of Puzzler being so enigmatic.  Never has a target ever escaped his grasp.  This day had become an atmosphere of nigh.  His heroic cherry had been popped.  Justice League as the higher ups call it is quite under productive.  How quaint.  Nonetheless whilst aiming guns at the supposed dummy, the so called dream shoots between the eyes for his own twisted humor.  Who knew an adrenaline rush could be this fun?  And than like hell had graced thee earth realm; there's a heinous stench crawling up his nose.  "I don't fight women..." 
 
Her wordings are that of pathetically timed poem, surely Shakespeare was rolling over inside his sacred tomb.  She's sick to the bones.  A living being without perpetual purpose.  Warmth encompasses the small corridor.  Without time to think there's only one course of action.  Lunging himself over the desk of mechanics, the raven haired strategist is alarmed by her power display.  Training never prepared him for individuals like this walking dragon.   "Miss please stand down.." , he said, respectfully surrendering himself.  Steel weaponry clashes with hollow flooring.
 
Control room circuitry sparks apart as mesmerizing blades slice through musky flesh.  Instinct clutches these blades, digging deep into his sweaty palms.  Centimeters away from his lungs.  Blood profusely slipping off his straight forward tongue.  A smug chuckle escapes his throat.   "Y-You tried to kill me" , he said, pushing her demonic tools out of his cracked ribs.   Her animosity something not seen in most women.  Joseph wonders if she plays for the other team.  "My turn..." , the man in civilian clothing calmly replies. 

What his simple minded opponent doesn't realize is the death trap she's walked into.  Regardless of her more threatening aspects, everyone has a weakness.  Sensibilities for a woman begone!  For although Joseph treasured human life this one felt more monstrous than humane.  Fingertips flicker to a personal melody.  Shreds of metal break free of their constructed prisons.  Thirty needles of steel are thrust toward every side of her seemingly attractive face.  If a slither of blood graces his opposing combatant, it'd give Johnson some time to regain composure.  
 
"Let's have fun..." , fists clench as his thoughts become reality. His tongue curls as his imagination runs rampant.  A bolt of lightening emits upward from the ground composed of technological electricity.  Whether she dodged his metallic projectiles or not the courageous fighter needed to format is next plan of action.  All he needed were just a few seconds to his own thoughts.  He'd become too accustomed to enemies bellow his pay grade.  Now was the best time to discover his limitations and this hot topic shopping gal would be an appropriate test.  

An incenerary round slams into my trion shielding. Burning though several layers before melting entirely. The molten lead knocks my head to the side just an instant before the Spider-Guy punches me in the jaw.

Caught by surprise and distracted I stop flying, and fall into the sands. This was.. strange. I never had this much trouble focusing, what was going on? Attempting to push myself to my feet my right leg simply refuses to work and I fall flat on the ground. This was bizarre. What was happening to me?

Trying to focus again I manage to float up into the air. It was almost impossible to focus, I kept thinking that perhaps I was making the wrong choice. Fighting on the wrong side could end up being a disaster. What if the League of Assassins was wrong?

I had heard them yelling about nuclear launches hundreds of miles, which was a little extreme to just teach the JLI a lesion. Maybe I was on the wrong side here?

In the end though, there were people attacking me now. I needed to deal with that right now. Just.. be careful to not go too far and hurt anyone badly.

As that Spider-Guy leaped at Impero I target him with a pair of bright lasers directly into his eyes. Not enough to permanently hurt him, but hopefully it would be enough to blind him for a short time.

Following that I just blur though the air at right under the speed of sound, whipping my fist toward his jaw with enough power to shatter a block of steel.

No need to kill him, but he was going after Impero. And although I knew he could defend himself I still felt a certain amount of protectiveness toward him.

Protect Impero now, then after the current threat passes I would re-evaluate my mission here.

While the peerless Grand-Master had managed to flawlessly to cut the arachnid-themed superhero's web with efficient use of an ebony-colored adamantium shuriken, the proceeding attack targeting agile Wolf Spider's face was narrowly dodged in a display of truly inhuman reflexes and unnatural equilibrium. Quite the entertaining sight for the enigmatic Emperor. Watching the evaded kunai blade split the air as it majestically flew into the distance, cunning Impero's cold snake-like gaze instantly refocused on the comical Wolf Spider. Spotting the torn top of his mask, mysterious Impero took the time to absorb the most insignificant of knowledge, in particular, Wolf Spider's hair color should he ever require the boy's identity. As the spider-themed superhero assumed his usual posture and demeanor, The Genius remained eerily silent, observing his entertaining opponent with a perpetually intimidating yet composed gaze, his dark foreboding eyes scanning the brightly-colored costumed man.

With an arrogant scoff, the vaunted schemer finally broke the tense atmosphere of silence, "Hmph.. interesting", his calm words functioning as an unapparent condescending jab at his opponent's unnecessarily vibrant costume. Very quickly, Wolf Spider readopted his comical persona after the brief moment of intensity. Yelling out in exaggerated excitement, he childishly poked fun at ninjas, mistaking cryptic Impero for one. As Wolf Spider's playful antics saw no end, Impero chuckled smugly at the mention of what his opponent referred to as 'Web-Jitsu'. "Immature. Or so he makes it seem", Impero thought, silently analyzing the cheerful superhero's antics in order to uncover their true purpose. "Perhaps he uses them as a form of distraction. To annoy and break the concentration of his opponents. Clever but ineffective against a calm mind", he concluded in his thoughts. "Idiocy and immaturity, seems like a common and widespread trait among your teammates", Impero replied coldly, verbally addressing Wolf Spider for the very first time since their fated encounter. "That's quite the colorful costume. I've seen people who dress up as giant latex rodents like bats but a boy in a skintight spider-themed costume is always a welcome addition to the list of clowns I've seen", his words followed by an instinctive smug, almost mocking chuckle.

Finally, the comical Wolf Spider attacked, executing a rather unorthodox set of kicks, sacrificing practicality and effectiveness for theatrics and showmanship. Impero had seen this before, in the Mortal Kombat video-game. Clearly Wolf Spider's combat prowess did not revolve around the perfection of deadly martial arts, he was simply executing an attack that he witnessed in a video-game series. While largely ineffective to the majority of the world's martial artists, Wolf Spider's fast-paced reflexes enabled him to perform the bicycle kicks with far more effectiveness than most could. Caught by surprise from the boy's incredible speed, the first kick struck Impero on the chest, however, quickly spotting the flexing muscles in his opponent's legs and anticipating the repetitive nature of the attack, nimble Impero dodged, parried and blocked the remaining kicks with peerless effectiveness and expertise, quickly countering with a series of lightning-fast jabs performed in rapid succession, all aiming for several vital points in the boy's arms and chest, which would greatly reduce Wolf Spider's muscular strength upon contact and temporarily induce paralysis. Transitioning from attacks belonging to his self-taught exotic Zuzhi martial art to an athletic back-flip, the masked Grand-Master created some distance between he and his opponent.

Immediately noticing Lady Liberty's troublesome physical condition, Impero wondered what could have happened to the blonde beauty that even he could not see, he does not remember her being attacked and his mask's technological sensors detected failed to detect the presence of any other nearby hostile targets. Whatever had affected her, mysterious Impero's concern for her would have to wait as they were in the midst of a physical confrontation with a most entertaining opponent. Quickly, Lady Liberty charges towards Wolf Spider as she launches her own attacks at the boy. "Ah, my lovely goddess approaches", he smirked beneath his expressionless mask, waiting to see how well Wolf Spider would cope against the combined assaults of two League of Shadows members.

What started as a simple in an out mission was becoming more an more difficult for Falsify and his fellow team mates, Dupes were all over and he had no time for them. Surkit wasn't answering his comm, and that only meant one thing. An False would not have that, he knew his leader wasn't dead but he was incapacitated, an he was going to find out why. He ran full tilt through the hallways, avoiding any dupe he came up against, he didn't have time. If he was going to save Surkit he had to be fast, as he finally turned a corner he dashed back behind it. A man clad in grey armor stood above Surkit, Surkit was bloodied but he wasn't dead. He could see he was still breathing, as the man ran full tilt around a corner False slid to Surkit. He lifted his leader's head onto his knee, he was out cold and still had a strong pulse "Don't go scaring me like that man, had me worried for a moment there." But no reply from Surkit. He slowly set his friend down, and pressed his comm link.

"Anyone still able, Surkit is down. He's unconscious, but hes breathing. I am going to stash his body, just follow my tracker I am leaving it with him. I have something to deal with." With that he ripped his comm link out of his ear, and tore the tracker knitted to his suit an put it into Surkits pocket. Lifting his body he put him in a nearby room an locked the door, on the other side he launched three spikes into the bottom of the door frame. Almost sealing the door shut so no one could get in, unless they truly needed to. With that he looked up an followed the blood trail, the attacker was wounded. As he reached the end of the blood trail the blood disappeared, looking around he found where he went. Into one of the service vents, blood filled his eyes as rage set in. He dropped down an followed, soon the silhouette of the man cast and he barked as he closed in on the attack "Your going to pay!!" He screamed waving his arm wildly launching spikes towards the attacker.

"Just as I suspected...About all of ten minutes before somebody responded to the defeat of the teams leader.." Rumor heard the man scream for vengeance as he fired a series of deadly spikes towards the black knight. "His vengeance, MY advantage. He is in a state of anger, announcing himself before attacking." Rumor glared as he quickly shifted his head to the right to dodge one of the spikes and deflected another two with his wrist plates. The assassin regained his upright posture and stared deep down into his opponent, the arc net lens scanned his body and pulled up the files the league had on him. "Hmm..Interesting biology, X-ray shows his insides are...Not in the best condition..". Rumor talked the man up while putting his hands under his cape, slipping on a pair of vibranium knuckles. "So I am to presume you found Bishop..Just remember, I let him live for a very specific reason...You? May not have the same luck if you try to attack me..". The Rumor narrowed his eyes for his infamous gaze and waited for the man to respond...Or attack.

The duplicates yelled in pain as they attempted to fight off the intense mental assault that rumbled their brains. With a loud whistle, a duplicate announces his presence as he walks into the room calmly, this was the first duplicate, the one to always emerge from Creed whenever he duplicates. Though it wasn't the prime, it was the best Edward was going to get. "Im sorry...But do you really think that I am going to risk MY life because your calling us out for a one on one? HA! Don't make me laugh". The dupe loaded his automatic rifle and grinned as thirty more dupes walked into the room the same way he did, all equipped with the justice league's armory gear. "I mean, think about it...Why take you on with the risk of death..." Creed was interrupted by a dupe wearing a exo-suit crashing through the wall, "...Heh, when we can win by simply destroying you...". The first duplicate removed his trenchcoat to reveal some tough looking armor. "Alright boys...Lets see if we can't get him a few more cuts and bruises..". The Duplicates cheered as they charged at the hero, the closer the new dupes got to the mentally attacked ones, the more free their minds became.

If Edward was to defeat the army, it seems he would have to push himself to his physical limits...

"Im sorry...But do you really think that I am going to risk MY life because your calling us out for a one on one? HA! Don't make me laugh" the words of his enemy sparked a flash of anger in the champion as he enemys now charged at him once again. A twist of his mental grip came without so much as a gesture followed by a chorus of snaps as the 50 previously trapped dupes all fell to floor dead their necks snapped clean through with brutal precision with Eddy's razor sharp mind. Instantly his mind now free he called out to his team mates " Anyone think they have spotted the main creed the parasite wont face me. I will keep this channel open whilst I deal with a few more dupes your my eyes here people we get Creed out of the way and i am free to help the rest of you."

As his end his mental message The champion runs at the exo suit he speed covering is movement to all but the those who had super-vison or some sort of time manipulation. The suits design was well known to him as a Justice league member he knew its strenghts its weaknesses and most importantly its limitations. Simply running full tilt at the mechanical ally turned enemy meant its targeting system wouldn't be able to track him fast enough and so he charged it and grabbed at a side panel and reached into the armour. Slamming two of his fingers through a tiny gap the prince of power ruptures the power source forcing it to become unstable. Running back to a safe distance ahead of most the of the Creedshe stood perfecty still knowing in a mere few second the exo suit would detonate taking a large section of the newly arrived dupes with it .

Spotting one of the dupes was wearing a prototype JLI uniform he helped design he laughed as he remembered its safety features and then he shouted " Suit Cardiac arrest start emergency defibrillation process, Windsor Edward override" the suit sparked into life sending a barrage of shocks to the wearer's heart.The force of which was more than enough to knock him out and probably enough to stop his hearts rhythm all together. As the wave of new dupes closed in on Edward again his mind r sparked as Spitfire began to speak " I have Creed, i think. He's pinned down in Mini gun fire." The prince smirked" i am on my way". A full tilt dash through the on rushing dupes sent them sky bound like a collection of leaves in a breeze the shear speed combined with his sonic boom whilst running sending any incoming attacks flying back away from him.

Edward located Spitfire using her mental signal in microseconds and was now in arms reach of apparently the alpha Creed spotting the cowering duplicator by tracing the bullets path. The champion ran towards him and reached out as he approached aiming to slam Creed into the remains of the wall he cowered behind, still travelling at some speed he slowed a tad so his target could hear his words as his attack would probably land " Nice to met face to face finally"

@Impero@Lady_Liberty@_Wolf_Spider_

Tao's eyes opened widely as he could feel the power of the atom launched in multiple attacks. He could hear the cries of millions of people all but extinguish in a fraction of a second in his mind as scenarios raced through his head. The cries continued to ring out, hollering a silent scream only he could hear.

Tao made his way upward from the depths, his body quickly adjusting to the change in pressure. He finally exploded from the waters of Cape Horn in a gigantic roar as he took the form of his true dragon form.

"Maverick to Merlin. We are picking up ten boogies with hostile destinations. Awaiting orders."

"You have orders to open fire once ...."

"Maverick to Merlin I just picked up another boogie moving at high velocity from the south. I count eleven targets now. Can you confirm?"

"Maverick, we can confirm a boogie headed your way. Identity unknown."

"Course of action?"

"Shoot it down." muttered Merlin. "That new target is moving too fast to be a missile. What is it?"

"Maverick to Merlin. Maverick to Merlin. I'm no longer reading eleven targets. They...are just disappearing from radar."

"Stay on target Maverick. It could be some unknown stealth tech. Keep on target."

"Merlin, new target is gaining on our position. It should be right on top of us. I cant see...."

"Maverick this is Merlin....Maverick this is Merlin. What is your status?"

"Merlin....I'm alive."

"Did you see the new target?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Merlin"

"Maverick I just had ten missiles over international water disappear of my radar. I need to know what is going on. AWAC is reading nothing. I need eyes on the scene. What did you see?"

"Merlin...it was a dragon."

"A what?"

"A dragon. With wings."

"Did it have big eyes with big fangs?"

"Merlin...you couldn't imagine."

JLI HQ

The horizon darkened a deep crimson as if the sky itself was bleeding onto the land. An ominous sight that many could see across for miles on end.

If only they knew.

A loud thunderous boom in the sky was soon followed by another. Each boom sounding as if the planet was crying out in pain but to many, something was coming and coming fast.

Tao could sense the rival powers gathered at a point where he had recently gathered with others with similar interest. He could not see any of the contestants but his gut churned knowing "he" would be there. Tao could sense another strong figure in close proximity to Impero. A presence he had sensed briefly with his appearance in the Himalayas.

A strong gust of wind rushed over the JLI Headquarters. Once there was only empty space but with a blink, Tao now appeared, hovering softly over the contestants that interested him. Tao's eyes never left Impero and the woman who resonated with equal power.

Tao slowly floated downward to the fallen Wolf Spider. "Tao does not know this man clad in red but if he stands at the gates against you two then he stands at the gates with Tao. "

There was a look in Tao's eyes that was different. More focused then ever as he stared at his two opponents. Tao slowly raised one hand with his finger pointed. "Can you hear that? It is faint, almost like a whisper in the wind, yet it is getting louder by the second. That is the sound of inevitability. That is Tao."

First blood was hers in this battle just as it so often was the civilian looking hero quick on his feet but not to quick. Strong enough to prevent a blade from cleaving to deep, not enough however to not bleed. Fast enough to catch her blade not swift enough to slip past the one that drove into ribs. He showed to be clever enough to take cover from the blaze she launched towards him, was not smart enough though to realize how moronic it was to ask her to back down. Assessment of the battle told Aza so far she was against a agent of some kind. Likely placed below his pay grade potential, someone with merit used for nothing. Profession used for minor terrorism and the like, a somebody left to be a nobody. Now was his time to retaliate and prove himself as something worth fighting fair and fun rather then butchery.

The action her playmate chose to take was to rip steel from the walls, the vibrations told her small like needles. For what her toy had seen was fire and blades. Being not on the League charts in previous battles odds were that was likely all this attractive lackey knew was what he saw. Alezra was no shadow to the media eye, she was not the vivacious redhead like Clara Mass however. Known as a terrorist and bringer of death nobody liked to highlight her, media dictates public behavior many think. If the already rebellious teens saw people like her could become phone contacts by blowing up things it surely promotes behavior like that. At least that was what christian parents thought and so media shied from Alezra Blair Roxom. Joseph and the crimson dragon were fighting on what they saw.

He should have no clue that she could manipulate metal as well, that her geokinetic abilities gave her almost a sixth sense. Not aware that the jade eyed horror could have simply redirected the small blades. To avoid the attack however she simply plucked flames from sparking and burning walls and computers. Flames melting the majority of the spines into a glistening puddle upon the ground. Azrael letting the spikes pierce from her right brow to below the left side of her lip for the pleasure she got from pain, the rest faded away in heat. This left a strange trail of piercing and blood along her features. The follow attack came almost instantly behind the first machines burst from below and speared through the floor in a flash of lightning. The corridor that was their play ground flashed with a vibrant blue as the demoness was washed over in white light.

When it dissipated no longer strobe lighting the room Aza stood mostly unchanged. The spikes were now gone leaving trails of blood along her porcelain face. There were no evident wounds, wether cauterized or from a healing factor though hard to tell. Well it would have been if not for the fact she had no other signs of burns on flesh hair or clothing. Which suggested immunity to fire and heat. Latest revelation in assessment her play thing had abilities over metal, and something else which allowed the lightning. Probability manipulation, reality manipulation, technopathy, or magic unsure. As a warrior of rapidly climbing success she could spot potential, there was not always a way to be sure however. Conclusion however still told her that this agent though fun was inexperienced.

"For all your efforts all you did was my make up. Perhaps I shall be kind your naive and unexperienced. Your not ready leave walk away, sharpen skills and avenge the blood that falls today. If not then continue to fight as a peasant before a dragon. A child on a raft going against a typhoid of destruction." Most heroes though were idiots before such opportunities and should he decline she would attack. Exploding forward like a rocket blades crossed before her. It would hit with enough force to plaster a person along the walls like a semi ramming into a deer. The position would then break into a twirl of blades roughly five random slashes meant to treat her prey like wood to a wood chipper. Landing and readying for a counter measure the flames dancing along the room would shoot forward like the first attack she had made. Except this time there was no computer to hide behind.

Desiray smiled at the results "A spy always learns from a first battle." Creed laughed before snagged by darkness held captive for her work. His tech was good but flawed it was still just tech trying to provide a defense to a power. Bullets bounced away they still made dents though and heated up technology having him screaming. It arguably might be worse because instead of being shredded machines were burning up skin until bullets could shred the illustrious dupe maker. Creed was good no doubt about it and his tactic probably let so much happen that Spitfire could have fought back. There was no denying it, performance could not be debated. Regretfully for the spy he was still fighting on borrowed time.

Duplicates a pair to be precise tackled their creator. The trio hopping behind a counter whispering a plan while under fire. Again however Des found it all more comical than anything else. The turret inaccurately named Project Sparkle fired armored piercing fifty caliber rounds traveling roughly seven thousand feet per second. Delivering enough force to rip bodies in two if torso contact, virtually implode arms on contact and cause heads to be gone or have holes worse then ax wounds. It really only took one to kill rather effectively, the full metal jacket meant it could rip through tanks and airlines. And here she was using sight and a type of visual sonar to fire with decent accuracy and using abilities to curve the bullets to grant stronger accuracy. For it gave bullets a result like heat seeking, running meant made into menace meat, hiding was futile at best as the options couldn't take the gun fire. And all the while the darkness within the dark room lashed about like whips but without the cracking sounds snapping in the air.

Edward tired of beating the army without the one man to pound on had grown annoyed. Desiray didn't like the thought as Ed was keeping the bulk of Creed's armada distracted. Now he could focus on building up numbers possibly giving a meat shield to be more then a trapped rat. Being a senior officer however the bullet which responded to the telepathic message. "I got Creed, I got him under Minigun fire. Should I take a message." Divanova teased in response "Im on my way" being the fast given reply. Finding her wasn't hard. Desiray was on the top floor the room with smoke fire and rubble outside the door. Before Cain the twisted spirit of murder in her or she herself could complain Windsor had rushed in to the gunfight, or gun trap really.

This however was a bit of a problem in itself as it meant a added variable. Adrenaline junkie who lived on the edge and impulse meant if control of such minute adjustment was possible to just toss in she was not aware of the possibility. She was mechanically inclined not a genius, a expert behind the wheel not the chess player executing flawless plays again and again. Her abilities were not astute science or controllable mishaps, not divine but rather tied to the mind. Even the kind acquired by Cain became apart of her as bonding on the biological and thus mutant based level was easier. They say the mind receives only about two to five percent of use. Assuming that was the case some scientists believe that perhaps powers are but aspects of the mind we have yet to unravel. Whatever the case Desiray Divanova's abilities were maintained by brain function and were not a hundred percent predictable.

Darkness of the room was being manipulated to lash out with whips, trying to use even the smallest shadow or silhouette as a weapon. That took concentration. Thousands of rounds were being sprayed into the room, thousands of things to twist and weave so trajectory was fatal and on the dot. Then a speedster at similar speed as the bullets if not greater was entering the room. This told the mind that it couldn't leave a already plotted weave but each had to be different to account for his movement. Now instead of guiding all this she tried to control all of it and yet was not a machine. If you tried to take a puzzle of a thousand plus pieces you would try and create a strategy, it becomes very confusing however if you drop it all at once onto the floor. The bullet curver was in a similar situation and the result was all grasp of the situation went out the gaping hole in the wall.

Every bullet sped up and curved, smashed through walls curved and came back repeating until ground down to nothing. Mind gone sporadic she had sped up the machine to double its fire rate. Bullets shot in every direction, up down left right made no difference. Trying to have a trajectory through every angle with each passing wave and many succeeding in the task. The sporadic hailstorm of ammunition covered every part of the room several times over. By the time the ten second burst was over the floor had given out dropping into the room below. The roof above where Desiray's room had been was now gone from the furious blitz. Shells littered the floor almost to a point it's entirety seamed painted gold. Des clutching her head while scanning for movement. "Creed? Ed? Anyone alive, I might just call it quit if you have some f*cking anvil. Creed if your fortunate enough to live please just walk the hell away don't push your damn luck. Still got half ammo for turrets and all the rockets. If you go on I think I'll just spray and prey with curving rounds till your a stain on every sh*t wall here."

Mark scanned the battlefield several times, grimacing at the ugliness of war. With a hop, he approached the nearest window and slid inside. He keyed his commlink and pulled an assault rifle. "Leaguers, I have a plan. I'm about to cover the base in smoke. Non-toxic, of course, but it will limit visibility. I'll just throw a few smoke grenades into this air vent, and turn on the A/C." As he said it, he pulled three smoke grenades from a bandolier crossing his chest and threw them as far into the vent as they could go, following them with six more. Remembering the plans for the building perfectly, he hit the first flight of stairs running, sliding around corners at top speed.

It took all of two minutes to reach the control room, slam the door open, and enter his passcode. By then, the grenades were creating massive clouds of greyish smoke that began to seep from the vent he had tossed them in. Activating the A/C, he sat back and watched the vent, waiting for the smoke. "Everyone, be alert, smoke is incoming. If you have some way of negating the effect, I suggest you use it. I will now coordinate our battle from here. No doubt, one of the Shadows will find me, so don't rely on my guidance." He tapped a few keys and brought up building schematics floor by floor, red dots indicating the presence of individuals. The ones that could be identified were named, the ones that could not were designated "Unidentified aggressor". Mark was impressed at the sheer number of attackers, but then recieved information that one was a duplicator. A dozen lights blinked out instantly. Mark grinned. There was only one person on the team with the crazy and the sheer firepower to do that. "Desiray. Now that's my kinda girl." He chuckled as many lights continued to disappear.

Intense constriction resonated through the telekinetic concentration primarily focused on the Cajun's target in his attempt to seize Akuba's heart with his unseen ability. However an unexpected radio transmission would briefly avert the assassins undivided attention. "Gambler, I have Surkit, he is down but not dead...I will explain later.." The short yet undeniably important conveyance instantly taking precedence over any and all strategically expedient designs previously implemented during Gambler's initial strike on the small African nation. Forfeiting his fatalistic attack in favor of calling in his state of the art shadow colored jet operating unseen overhead. Not only invisible to the naked eye but to most forms of radar and sonar tracking capabilities as well. An engineering masterpiece originally designed be the methodical minds of Science Branch, Jean Luc had offered his own instrumental modifications over the years helping to craft the unorthodox aerial fabrication into his own freestyling customized device of aviation. Its sudden and unexpected arrival igniting a frantic free for all as herds of Bandari wildlife erupted in a panic driven response to flee the area while its thunderous afterburners violently attacked the ears.

A fluent backwards sweeping motion was displayed as the assassin reached around his back, retrieving his miniaturized handheld grappling gun launching a perfectly accurate shot connecting to the bottom of the plane as it raced by. Leaving nothing behind but the faint flutter of his cape and cowl as they drifted back towards the ground, his dangling silhouette faintly disappearing off in the horizon.

Racing towards the climatic epicenter of the conflict, his unsuccessful attempt to claim Akube's life all but an after thought, Jean Luc tried hailing the illusive Puzzler to no avail. A disturbing all be it expected reality given the JLI's technological capabilities. Leaving the injured aristocratic nothing but an hours old transmission from the Dark Mystery, Rumor, to operate from. Investing the flight time towards the temporary stabilization of his crippled arm utilizing a crude yet effective nano-bite shoulder harness offering some semblance of limited mobility. Meticulously embedding themselves deep within the damaged tissue and torn muscles forcing the impaired limb into mobility with a chorus of disturbing pops, clicks, and bone crunching agitation.

It wasn't long before the jet's holographic HUD display began projecting multiple images of the destructive carnage below. Still cloaked, Gambler was confident his arrival would be slowly detected allowing a flyby ascertaining a quick visual overlay of the battle. But with so many individual campaigns spread out through such a wide range of varying terrain, tactical informational acquisition was a forfeit. Coupled with an unexplained crimson colored overcast sky that had appeared out of nowhere, visual observation was limited. Initiating the autopilot before launching himself from the open canopy, the acrobatic death dealer plummeted towards the JLI roof. Performing a slowly developing backflip completing his full rotation in precise correlation with simultaneous throws of two explosive shurikens. His freshly adorned white cloak covering his arms and chest as he effortlessly fell through the recently created gap in the ceiling landing in a crouched position. The ends of his cloak draping down to the floor surrounding his kneeling frame before returning to an upright posture.

Using his transponder, the self-proclaimed King of Kings backtracked the source of Rumors original transmission only to find the area void of his intended target. Switching tactical gadgets, a more deductive style of investigation would reveal a slight trail of a dragged object which the assassin followed carefully. Separating blood patterns created two options in which to track. One, had taken off on his or her own accord while the other, had been dragged to a nearby room. An exaggerated attempt to seal the rooms frame from outside entry was all but a dead give away. A quick survey of his utility belt rapidly produced a set of theatrically small explosive devices which the Cajun lined along the outer ridge of the door. Taking cover around the corner he blew open the crudely barricaded accommodations and wasted little time maneuvering through the shield of smoke before coming upon the unconscious leader of the JLI. Flashing his devilish Cheshire Cat grin he whispered, "Checkmate....."

The cold dehydrated air blew snow as the storm leading towards the Himalayas prevented any known intruders from crossing towards their land. The hard pressing winds made the flight comfort a little uneasy but she remained calm, no fear no panic. "This sure isn't the weather I was hoping for." she said as she analyzed her attire, her long flowing red dress and black heels, along with a black two loose streaks as a collar like scarf. The pilot couldn't help but keep his eyes on her, her features and body was nothing he had seen, "Please play attention, will you?" she asked. His slight reaction showed a little embarrassment, the long hour flight was about to come for a landing, "Stop right here. I'll give you the signal when I'm ready for a lift off." she said as she then opened the lift and jumped off, quickly reaching for her grappling gun she shot it towards the still motion helicopter and landed safe and sound, once retracting her wire she waved farewell and pressed forward.

It was already beginning the inevitable war between two opposing team had began, and Excella knew where her true allegiance lied. She was dancing on two fences, but she removed herself from the main physical interactions with it's players.... for now, but as of this moment she had other things to attend to. Managing to arrive inside of the Shadows headquarters she was instantly caught on sight. Of course, why wouldn't she be she was good but so were they. Two black suited men in ceremonial clothing charged at her, in sequence showing their adapt skills of unison. She needed to bring this to a calm, providing not the use of loud outrages. Reacting to their every movement, difficult but able, she narrowly dodge many of their slashes lead by their katana. There was nothing on her minus her device, shades, and hookshot, so any of the following would prove difficult to be of use in this situation. Then there, metal, it was obvious but she wasn't thinking correctly. Now that her brain caught up in this little battle, she began pushing the molecules surrounding the blades that the two held, causing them to heat at an extremely fast pace. Once melted into a liquefied form she leaped into the air and guided the melted metal and turned them against their masters, once she landed, she fell with grace. Her back turning away from them and her dress flowing with the satisfied victory.

A sudden noise clicked on her right leg where it held her hookshot gun and a hand held portable video cam. Removing the device from it's hold, she clicked the button and there it was the man who assigned her for this mission. "Excella, I'm glad you made it there on time." his cold monotone voice spoke, mild deep yet soothing in a way, "No one remember to tell them to roll out my red carpet." she responded amusingly. "Hurry and gain your Intel and finish off this tour of yours, time is of an essence." with that the video chat ended, "Perfect. Now where do I start?" she said as she stared around viewing the large structure within the monastery. Thirty minutes after avoiding any guards and silently killer her victims she found the secret database computer. A replica of Arcadia, or from what she heard and read from the reports, she moved closer and sat in the comfortable seat that was bestowed upon her. Reaching into her belt she pulled out an optical disk, and place it in the disk container. With that she slipped on her interface glasses, this allowed her to decipher any missed coding that was not normally seen as well as to try and decode and understand the binary process that protects the computer and it's files.

Linked into the computer she used her virtual key board to begin her hacking sequence. The password of course was rather easy to gain entrance too, it being the name of his past love: EstherCollitard69. But the files were more secured and full proof, unlike other computers, clicking into a folder would open but this time it required its' pass code in order to view and transfer data. With many probable lettering and codes provided by her from her glasses, she learned that the pass word coding changed upon every ten seconds, the binary digits worked as some sort of safety features to prevent people like her from ever discovering the true one. "Smart man no doubt." she commented as she then linked back to the last coding used, doing so would determine how the names changed and how to find the right one. It seemed the coding was changed based on the members within the group, knowing the right one was hinder behind a micro lettering that her glasses was able to pierce through and the eyes of Gambler to see. "Bingo." she was granted access, downloading the knowledge and data of every member of the League as well as their profiling categorizing their fighting style and other goodies she was rather applaud by Gambler's documents.

Removing her disc she kept it nice and secured and headed out before being confronted by a dozen of assassins. Secretly signaling her copter, she aimed her grappling gun towards the sky "Sorry boys, I'm in a rush." her body then flew towards the air and she made it safe and sound. "Mission accomplish, I've secured and withdrawn the files and data. See you soon." she said towards the mysterious figure she had communicated with earlier. Reaching into a compartment shelf she grabbed her cat mask and adjust it to her face, "Well Gambler hope to see you.".

Andrew was busy using a welding torch construct to reattach a dish to a space station as the events were occurring. "I mean sometimes I feel like people can't see past the ring, and not take me for who I am..I just wish more people understood that it is ME that makes this thing work! Know what I mean slick?" Andrew looks over to the astronaut beside him, after a few moments of silence he merely shrug. "Ahh. strong and silent type, nice" He chuckled as he finished the held. "I would say that is pretty good! You should props run some calibrati-" He was interrupted by his ring flashing, as his eyes met with the center of it he was struck with visions of the crisis at Mirage. "Oh no...Bishop!" He yells as he sees a hooded figure stand over his limp body. Andrew looks over at the confused astronaut and awkwardly laughs. "Soooo yeah...This has been a lovely talk and all but I need to go save people now...Bye.." With a salute he instantly bursts into a speeding green blur as he sped down towards the earth.

The hero burned through the atmosphere with ease and he increased his speed ten fold, breaking the sound barrier. "If my calculations are correct...Which they are...I should be right above the Mirage" Just as he said that he could see the headquarters of the team, and it was in peril indeed. Parts of it were ablaze and other bits were blown right off completely. "Well no point in taking the front door then!" Andrew yelled as he constricted a massive drill in front of him about twenty feet. The drill shot straight through the walls of the Mirage with ease, making a clear path for the green clad hero. Andrew sensed out the hooded man and deconstructed the drill just in time to fly down to the level Bishop and him were on. Andrew finally touched the ground and his green outline faded a bit, with his infamous grin he constructed a katana in his right hand. "Hunny im home".

Jade rolled through the sand, bringing herself to a halt. She threw away her bloody cloak and keffiyeh. This was no place for disguises anymore. It was a battlefield, and she had already been wounded. The abilities of the Englishman were more than she had anticipated, rendering her deceit worthless. She did not wish to kill any of these people, and she was relieved that he had made it so difficult for her, but now, her own life was on the line, and she could not sacrifice her goal today, not for anyone. She ran through the treacherous sands, weaving around assassins and heroes alike. The duplicator flooded the battlefield with his kind, making it only harder to navigate, but she eventually made it through and darted straight into the headquarters of the International Justice League.

Already, the base was flooded with smoke. If it had any poisonous properties, the mask covering the bottom half of her face would filter the air, at least long enough for her to do what she came to do. Twisting the rim of her eyepiece, she switched it to thermal imaging and found her way toward the nearest target, the gunslinger, the one she had tried to use to force the Englishman to surrender before he proved his strength. An arrow flew from the blinding smoke, aimed precisely for the place where his spine met the base of his skull. A split second later, Jade burst through the curtain of fog, knife slashing for his bicep while her empty hand shot, fingers focused into a point, toward a pressure point in his abdomen. It was time to see if this one could prove his strength.

Unforeseen complications accelerated with incredible speed in the form of a jade colored construct morphed in the shape of a massive drill. Decimating the already violently abused Mirage. The JLI's reckless self destruction of the base a clear indication that like its name sake, the illustrious foundation was nothing more then a well conceived tactical diversion. Silently enraging the Arashikage assassin for having not uncovered its true function sooner. Its isolated location compounded by its limited security protocols should have been instantly recognizable.

Yet arrogance and pride had cloaked Surkit's versatile gamble louring the League into a low risk high reward scenario for his squad. But as the Emerald Ambassador, Construct, cavalierly crashed through the remaining wall intercepting the Cajun as he stalked his unconscious prey, formulating machinations were put on hold. "Hunny im home". His cliche sense of showboating alone was enough to warrant death in the eyes of the Living Legend. His deep seeded hatred for Lanterns dating back years during the end of the infamous Lantern Wars. A war that saw the dead rise as shadowed mirror images of themselves in possession of black rings wielding unimaginable power. His oldest son Florian having been among the walking dead.

Pushing down the emotional disadvantage in order to properly engage the new arrival, Jean Luc vaulted across the room utilizing his superhuman speed while integrating his theatrical parkour into the charge. Running up and along the nearest wall defying the laws of gravity as his body slanted horizontally closing the distance between the Protocol and himself. Thought and reaction unfolding instantaneously displaying a remarkable rate of motion unobtainable by human standards. Pushing off the wall with calculated precision, the assassins body was contorted into a cartwheel flip using forward momentum to carry it just over the top of the Lanterns head.

Flashing his hands down and out, an almost invisible strand of vibranium wire was produced as Gambler attempted to snare the razor sharp line around the front of his opponents neck. Gracefully rounding off the flip landing softly behind the brash hero in hopes of pulling the cord tight instantly cutting deep into Protocols neck. His mind already mapping out the next three moves in anticipation of two key points of interest. The first revolving around the notion that his attack would fail and the other focusing on a substantial counter attack predicated upon Surkit's unexpected awakening.

"Gak!" Andrew yelped as the wire wrapped around his neck, knowing that a rather nasty tug would be followed if he didn't act fast. The lantern formed a collar around his neck, separating the wire from his flesh. Next he stretched the wiring until he could duck and slip out of it just as the ruthless assassin made the killing tug. "OK! Whats your damage man! Was it the cheesy line!?" Andrew yelled as he charged at his new found enemy. The lantern constructed a hard light wall behind Gambler and advanced towards him while wrapping his arms in glowing jade armor similar to the assassin's. "You want to play it your way? I am fine with that" He announced with a grin as he made an attempt at a tricky combo. Andrew started with a quick jab aimed for his face, "Jean Luc LeBeau, you are under arrest-" he then went for a knee to his stomach assisted with an armored leg for a moment. "-For the assault of a green lantern-" and finally an attempt at a backspin strike with a freshly constructed mace aimed for his ribcage. "-And multiple acts of terrorism on the justice league international, do you admit to the crimes stated!?".

Opening one eye slowly Bishop lazily examines his surroundings with little need for the use of deductive skills, an emerald glare in his peripherals as the cajun adrenaline junkie does a bold and nearly flawless strangulation on the lantern of sector 2814. His head aches from the sudden re-flow of oxygen to the brain, but he maintains and rises swiftly. Pressing his jaw line to enact the implanted communicator, "Team, we got everything we needed, take the fight outside, operation phoenix is in motion." He rolls his sleeve back to show a cylindrical technological band encompassing the most of his forearm and inputs several digits. Amber lights lower from the ceiling "Phoenix has been enacted, all occupants please head in an orderly fashioned for all exits. Phoenix has been enacted..." The message loops continuously while Bishop watches the fight shouting to his newest ally, "Construct, e.t.a. is 20 minutes, take care of him and then get out." He warns. Operation Pheonix; the experimental nanotech project that was slightly suicidal but meant for t a contingency in the event of a breach, the nanobots that line the building strategically placed with inert chemicals separately, until the enacting of the protocol, in which they would conjoin and implode. He had full confidence in the light wielding patriot, leaving him to the battle as he heads for the teleporters, badly bruised and aching but otherwise in no immediate harm. "You've got 15 minutes guys, make the most of it, then get OUT OF THE BUILDING."

Mark felt the arrow bearing down on his seemingly preoccupied form, and threw himself to the side at the last minute, drawing his scimitars as the arrow shattered the glass of the monitor. "Hi, I'm Mark." He said calmly as he parried the knife slash with his curved blade and escaped the pressure point strike by leaping up and back, tucking his knees in so that he sailed through the air and came to a gentle landing on top of a console. "What do they call you?" He asked with a wink, not knowing if she could see it, given the colossal amounts of smoke billowing around the room.

Surkit's voice filled his earpiece. "You've got fifteen minutes guys, make the most of it, then get OUT OF THE BUILDING!" The last four words were a shout. Mark scowled, this couldn't end well. "Timer, thirteen minutes." He ordered. In the top right corner of his vision, a timer began counting down from thirteen minutes. Mark tightened his grip on the scimitars and leaped into battle, swinging the blades in what can only be characterised as a pair of amateurish swings, no finesse, one blade aimed for her right forearm, the other for her ankles as he spun.

Surprisingly the ring bearing Lantern was ingrained with exceptional hand to hand capabilities as he skillfully demonstrated. Launching a three pronged pugilistic performance initiated with a stiff jab. Having utilized the rings impressive abilities to quarantine the elusive Cajun restricting his mobility with a freshly constructed wall preventing the assassin from maneuvering in an open space. Quickly weaving to the side with subtly, Jean Luc deflected the hero's initial strike with an upperhanded swimming motion blocking from the inside out. Instantly transitioning both his arms downwards with precise alignment and disciplined form as he then used his open hands to absorb the rapidly fired green plated knee strike. Its force slightly sliding his body to the side and directly into the path of Lincoln's third strike. A crushing mace driven blow to the rips folding Gambler over causing him to clutch for his stomach as a crimson colored spritz was expelled from his mouth. With confident authority accumulated from his years in the Corp, Construct proceeded to inform the prolific assassin that he was to be arrested. His request was not well received.

With hate filled eyes the LeBeau Legacy peered up from his kneeling position in time to witness Surkit's strategic departure. Enacting an endgame protocol solution codenamed Phoenix, the Electric Enigma began ordering the swift decampment of his League. "Dammit." Disappoint evident as the Cajun thought to himself. Curving his concentration back towards the interfering Lantern, Gambler rocket upwards towards his enemy like a loaded spring. Reaching out attempting to lock his hands behind the will powered authoritarians head before issuing a violent series of Muay Thai knee strikes. His photographic reflexes mirroring the perfect form previously executed by the Lantern Corp member. Viciously following his first efforts with a feinting righthand, only to stylishly wheel around three hundred and sixty degrees unleashing a devastating reverse elbow targeting the side of constructs face.

By design, two silver pellets were flushed from the Cajun's sleeves producing a harmless explosion of smoke clouding the entire room in seconds. Gambler's cowl responding accordingly as inferred lenses slid down covering his eyes, exploiting the engineered diversion with liquid like fluidity. Lowering his posture and synchronizing his next attack. Reaching behind his back removing two vibranium daggers, surgical like precision was executed as the assassin aimed his deadly blades at Constructs right side, zeroing in on the Serratus anterior muscles. Each weapon having been tipped in an artificially cultivated poison using the same biological substances derived from Excella's trademark toxins.

Continuously staying in motion never pausing to witness or focus on the results of his attacks Jean Luc continued. Spring-boarding into a lazily developing corkscrew flip mimicking the artistic form of Ethan Starks. Firing two small desk like objects into the walls, landing, and bolting towards the exit. The luminescent dials on the desks turning red before erupting in a disturbing explosion. Its fire ravaged breath hot on the assassins heals as he frantically sprinted down the hall attempting to communicate his team. "Operation Duskblade is compromised! Dee JLI is bringing dee whole building down, immediate evact, GO!" his final words trailing off as he dove through the second story window. Glass, fire, and debris following him out the opening.

Extended arms and closed legs gave the First Arashikage a bird like silhouette underneath the blazing sun. Before tucking into a flip and firing his handheld grappling hook at a cloaked target, catching his shot as its afterburners roared over the reminisce of the fabled Mirage carrying him off in a successful escape.

Mysterious Impero should consider himself quite fortunate that in coming to his beloved Lady Liberty's aid, he had inevitably encountered the comical Wolf Spider. And as an entertaining brawl between the three super-powered individuals ensued, the enigmatic Emperor instantly realized that he had unknowingly stumbled upon a priceless opportunity, one simply too valuable for him to ignore. While the unparalleled agility and inhuman reflexes of the theatrical spider-themed superhero did indeed save him from the furious sting of cunning Impero's ebony adamantium shuriken, at the very least the airborne blades managed to force a cut on the top of the peculiar superhero's mask. "How fruitful", the manipulative mystery smirked cockily underneath his expressionless mask, his sharp snake-like eyes quickly spotting the lone blade of hair that had been cut by one of the shuriken. Acquiring his DNA would allow the intellectual assassin to extract at the very least one of Wolf Spider's coveted abilities, hopefully it would be his remarkable agility, if not his peerless equilibrium. Winning the battle was no longer his concern, acquiring the DNA would render any outcome fruitful.

Swiftly rolling across the ground, the poised grand-master quickly grabbed the single blade of hair, his fingers applying surgical precision as he did so. Elegantly getting back to his feet, he slips the blade of hair into an empty satchel concealed by his cloak-like attire. Pleased with this recent acquisition, he briefly turns his head to spot Liberty. Her current objective to acquire DNA from some of the world's most prominent super-powered beings is shared by the constitutional monarch as well, and as much as he yearns to inform her of this recent success, he cannot, they are in the midst of battle. Strangely though, Liberty seems to be in some sort of difficulty, she is not operating with her usual effectiveness and fluidity. What could have transpired during his brief absence from her presence? Perhaps only after this situation with the Justice League International is dealt with could he properly examine her. However, in the meantime, his attention must return to the situation at hand. Soon however, it seems that the tides of fate had planned for different events. The abrupt arrival of his enemy, Tao would generate a multitude of complications to a somewhat stable situation. Detecting the presence of another, enigmatic Impero's dark foreboding eyes widen with surprise at the sight of Tao. As deceiving as appearances were, Tao was quite powerful, and Impero's preparations had accounted almost exclusively for a bout with Angeni, and due to the very limited information on Tao, he had no choice but to forsake any intention of gathering information on this mysterious individual. "Tao?", he murmurs with slight shock, "It seems you haven't forgotten about me", he smirked beneath his mask, retaining his composure.

As powerful as Tao was, the vaunted puppeteer did not fear the confrontation, he was however, taken aback in a moment of shock. Tao had been absent from the world and the cryptic Emperor had not anticipated an encounter with him in this fated encounter with the Justice League. As it stands, there was only one individual across the globe that Impero feared, Jean Luc LeBeau. While at the moment both were allies, one can never truly predict the future as the presents insists on changing, however, one thing that seemed to remain a constant, was that Jean was as far as he could tell, the only one capable of thwarting his plans. "While slaying an altruistic dragon is a far more impressive feat than murdering a spider-themed buffoon, I believe my lovely goddess Liberty would find more pleasure in ripping out your spine than I", he responds, now intent on engaging both Wolf Spider and Tao in combat with assistance from Lady Liberty. However, the very man that Impero had briefly thought of, contacted him along with the League members currently in battle. Jean wasted no time in warning them of the impending collapse of the headquarters, prompting Impero to quickly make his way next to Liberty. Her leg seemed numb, and coupled with what appeared to be mental exhaustion, it became rather clear that she would require assistance.

"Sadly my dear, tis time to leave", he informed, calmly carrying his injured lover in his arms. Shifting his gaze to both Wolf Spider and Tao, he addresses them, his powerful magnetic voice generating an aura of authority as he assures them, "Gentlemen, today our encounter was brief. But we will meet again, and rest assured. I will destroy you". Relying on his suit's teleportation-technology, he and Liberty vanish before them, reappearing inside Excella's helicopter. He wastes no time in addressing his elusive ally, "Ah Excella. I hope you weren't convinced I would forget about you. There's much to do".

Bullets tore the sky around the prince, hearing them zip and whizz around him Eddy brought a shield up around him as Creed and himself became engulfed in a hail of furrious lead. Hearing them ricochet off his his teleknetic shielding. (Crap ,Spitfire has gone all Rambo on us) Eddy thought as he tries to talk to the Bullet to source of the bullet frenzy. "Uh, hello? team mate here what the hells going on? you trying to turn me into swiss chesse" accessing the situation the prince of power decides to escape Spitfires kill zone since she seemd to be in all guns blazzing mode. staying low the prince slid into a hole in the floor and fell through to the level below. Hitting the ground hard eddy suddenly became aware of a sharp pain and the trickle of blood down the side of his cheek. Looking in the remians of a broken window the prince spoted the tell tale marks of a bullet graze. " Dammit She could of bloddy killed me."

Eddy bites down on his communicator about to give Spitfire a piece of his mind only to hear a message come through "Team, we got everything we needed, take the fight outside, operation phoenix is in motion.""Outside ! great i just got outta there" kicking the rest of a broken window out the prince of power gets back outside. Having already been shot at what felt like 50 rounds of boxing with Creed the alst thing he wanted was to be burned alive or spread across the walls when operation Phoenix kicked in. As he once again makes it outside he see's the masked man known as impero and the lady who tried to kill him ealier disapear from his sight. Double taking to make sure he saw it right the prince tried to find any reaming atatckers or teamamtes in need of help. Hearing only the sound of afterburners roaring high above him the prince came to the conclusion the atatck was now over and the asasins had fleed.

Bitting down on his communicator eddy spoke to his team "So operation phoenix how big and explosion we talking? i kinda want to see it"

It had begun Surkit was going to bring everything down with him, Excella had no time to waste, after her little trip from the Himilayans, she arrived back to headquarters. There she began reenacting the same hacking method she used at the League of Shadows intel sphere. Loading her disk in, she transfered all files encomposing of the entire project: Justice, which gave birth to this team of Justice League International, but for Excella there was little justice she gave off, she was in it for the trechary. A traitor amongst the group. If only Surkit had followed and listen previously to Ethan, informing him of a mole within their group, sadly for the Electric Excutor he didn't devled into it, but luckily for Excella she remained stationed and calm. "Team, we got everything we needed, take the fight outside, operation phoenix is in motion." his voice spoke through her ear piece which also informed her of the 15 minutes time limit, removing the communication device she toss it to the floor and hurry about her mission. "Phoenix has been enacted, all occupants please head in an orderly fashioned for all exits. Phoenix has been enacted.." like a broken record the emergency evacuation system and message was repeated and so were the dim lights that came.

File transfer was 1 percent from completion, with the next 10 seconds it was complete. Removing her disk, she used the teleportation device beside her that would take her to the Eye. Years of scientific advancement would soon explain how this deivice work, but the explanation would have to wait. Like France's Arcadia the Justice League had one of their own: The Eye. Instilling the same technique once again, she moved and stoled files and informtion, once down she also place a corruption within the file archives, insuring deletion and viral non-existence, causing the League to start back from scratch if they attempted to rebuild their haven. With that said, she place a bio-bomb underneath the key board before teleportating back to headquarters. "Thank you Surkit, without you this wouldn't have been possible, should of listened to Ethan." as she moved towards existing the door, she noticed a security camera viewing her, with a grin stretched across her face she shoots the camera, causing black and white static feed. Making it the last known recording of Excella.

Exiting from many of known secret entrances given to her she made her way to the roof top where she saw Gambler flying away towards the Horizon, "Well well well, looks like the birdy given up all ready. Such a shame, I had a secret to him, personally." she commented, releasing her hook shot gun she attached herself to the helicopter that she previously used. Once inside she clicked onto a button from a switch in her delicate palm. With it's released, a bio-bomb was set within the archive data room, destroying every bit and pieces of evidence there was, ensuring there was no more peace and absolutely no more justice, this was done by the vapors consuming and disentigration every non-organic material, completely leaving everything it touched to cease to exist. It was as she said earlier to herself, in her own perspective, "Justice is served." the meaning behind it was unclear but sooner or later it would be revealed.

In her copter she was met by both Impero and his personal assistant Lady Liberty who had teleported in before her entering. "Ah Excella. I hope you weren't convinced I would forget about you. There's much to do". "And I thought this date would be private." she teased crossing her legs, "We'll catch up in due time, please excuse me, let's call it a rain check, shall we?" she said as she then oxidized the metal within the copter to create a dense mist like fashion, clouding her movements she leaps from the copter and finds haven underneath in the thick trees. "Sorry Impero, Excellence is given in due time and right now Excella has more pressing matters to attend too." leaving a note behind for the two to read. This would soon signify the partnership the two would soon embark. Interfacing from a private net work with scamblers involved, she shot her feed towards Gambler and his exiting plane, a video chat was launched and her viral projection shown before him, "Gambler how unfair life is that we didn't meet again in this little play date. I wanted our little pillow talk to be face to face, but I guess this method is still the same." she smiled as she saw his face of curiosty, her face masked by her cat-cheshire themed hid her true feelings. Before she would speak again, another box appeared besides her, as if another was entering the feed, instead it showed a woman in a crystasis like pod "Let's just say little Angelique is in safe hands." removing her mask she showed her true face, he was the first person to witness her beloved fasage, her smile turned more devious than than it was hidden. "Clocks ticking dear, just wait until it stops." with that she ended the feed preventing any response but worried and hesiations to be filled from Gambler. Possibly hinting the death of his daughter or something more... possibly more sinister.

With that done, she used the same method towards Surkit, this time his communication device provided the same video chat. "Excella?! Where are you?!" his tone of voice was demanding and quite angered, "Let's just say there is no more of your watchful Eye. But I did leave the place in quite a mess, would you be so kind to clean it up for me?" her sarcastic and melo-dramatic tone played well, the snake of the League had done something not even the League of Shadows could of done, taken down the Justice League International from inside of it's core. He was paused by her comment, possibly confused at best or bottling his anger "Let's just say Ethan was right. Ta ta dear." blowing a kiss and ending their conversation.

Throughout this whole event and past, since coming to the Justice League, Excella used her postion to gain intel and spy on members, learning the strength and as well as their equalled weaknesses, this would prove rather useful for the organization in perfecting a secret weapon that would preceed those already establish by their rivalry companies. Her past actions in secret, which she obtained genetic blood sample of established heroes, villains, viligantes, or those in her prime target would be used to ensure the organization's successful agenda to come to fruitition. Her motives now have changed and her actions would later play along with her life in the upcoming event that the organization has in stored for both her and those all around.

"The Shadows has been exposed by the lights and Justice has been served, ensuring the survival of a new dominance within this world. This mission may be over, but the battle is just begining."

Alezra offered escape and freedome a chance to escape without further bloodshed. Like all boys though he was to focused admiring her curves it seamed to think clearly. Such a shame that such promise would rather play fisty cuffs when against a woman clearly his supperior. It was his choice however if that was the end he wished to embrace then the Leagues Dragon, the child of Death would happily indulge. First came her onslought the next wave of the inferno and subsequently her playmates attempt to not perish under the searing blaze.

Metal screaches as bone smacks into it causing it to dent and to twist. Sparks sing as wires snap the result of her actions. His casual wear nothing adequate to shield off the harm being and to be inflicted. Blood patters onto the floor as flesh begins to tear. Instincts tossed in a few clever moves to avoid being reduced to animal food. Still her blades sank into skin, gracefull spins mildly theatric possibly needed and with it came the quelling of the flames. The room momentarily gone dark thanks to no fire and the struggling power circuits. "I went easy thought you were human, now I know your not." A wordy speach came next the whole im good your evil, I wear white you wear black cliche. Child, ignorant and young who had no clue how much she withheld for sport.

It was his turn the next move in the game of chess that was the art of war. It started soft with movement of the floor, the platform shifts to disrupt her balance. Meaningless play that had no effect upon her, "if I wanted you dead I'd of made it happen." Her words coming with childish glee a smile pretty enough to make even some of the most strong willed men to become like slaves to her to move from poise to sin. Ice was hurled at her feet from mysticly spawned winds, again foolish move. Her pale legs saw a cut or to and then soon enough scorching flames were melting the rest of the frozen blades. Next he went to grab her hair how charming Alezra would it be. Crimson locks clutched in the youthful heroes hands "you fight like a b*tch." Az teased as the knee conected with her chin, blood ran free. Needles could be fealt pushing deeper. To simple her turn the demoness concluded.

"Silly boy tricks are for the feral" the playfull horror remarked the metal barbs liquified and flowing to her lips. Just before she released a breath of fire. Her playmate's knee had just started to pull away and the pillar of fire was more then enough to rapidly consume both of them. The searing metal just added potency the liquifying metal added to the shower of flames Death's child unleashed.

"You wish to know what I am? Lets just say im the Dragon of Death." With that came the next attempt on the foolishly brave. Two attacks would come followed by a mirror of those two. Her blades would slash towards his throat, aimed to sever the head in a decapitation. All the while the flames would lash at his back heat wanting to make marrow liquid and flesh black. Following the ruby haired warior sought to use her speed to get behind him driving blades through spine and heart. Roaring flames laping towards the youths chest and face. This also placed the vixen by the wall she had slammed her toy into, the flames behind her leaving no opening of her back exposed. A forward attack liable to be the only one to make. Regretably time had fallen short the call to leave the place had come. Alezra would wait to see the results of her actions then in a cloud of smoke and blue flame, foul stench of brimstone clinging to the air she would teleport away. Her maniacal laugh clinging to the corridor taunting the man should he be so fortunate to be alive.

Akube stood in the dirt, fists trembling as his enemy once again left him in his wake as if he were nothing but an afterthought, blood charging through his veins and thoughts racing in his mind. His enemy was beyond his reach, beyond his understanding. This man, this killer, made him feel callow, weak. It was not a feeling he enjoyed. It was something he had worked for thirty-eight long years to overcome, to take control. And in one fell swoop, this stranger had taken that from him.

As the vessel vanished over the horizon, Akube's eyes relaxed and his posture eased, his shoulders taking on the weight of exhaustion and frustration. He turned and walked through the tall, dry grass, back towards Ushundi. He decided to leave his hover cycle, to take the simple man's route home. There was something far greater at play here, but with how many connections the Bodyguard had accumulated over the years, there was no way something as large as this could go unnoticed. Perhaps his newest acquaintances, the World Justice League, would come into play here. He knew from the U.N. summits discussing the team's creation that this would no doubt show up on their radar.

Until they needed him, until they called, he would simply go home and lick his wounds. He had earned a night of rest.

"My name is irrelevant." Jade replied, evading the sword that sliced the fog with such precision. Had she not been equipped with her eyepiece, she would still be able to evade his onslaughts. During her years training abroad, one of her masters had abandoned her in a cave far below the surface with a den of assassins to pursue her. She lived in the darkness for six months, and she was the only one who made it back out. Blindness was no hindrance to her.

The serpent waited for the precise moment where his swords were where she wanted them, and did not hesitate to strike. Her palm pierced the fog, aimed for his sternum, followed by a rapid chain of underhanded punches to his rib cage from her opposite hand. In the split second of confusion, Jade stepped up onto the man's knee and flipped through the air. Her foot shot up toward his chin as she flew.

Before she even hit the ground, she had her bow in hand, an arrow in flight for the crook of her enemy's right elbow. She shot another at his left cheek, intending to skewer his mouth. If he stayed in his current position, it would only rip through his cheeks. If he dared to move, his attempt at dodging the arrow would only result in having it fly between his teeth and burst out the back of his head.

Jade broke into a run towards her opponent as she spoke calmly, "All that matters now is your death." She jumped in the air, intending to drive both feet into her enemy's chest and hurl his hopefully lifeless body back against the wall. "Then, my debt will be repaid... and the only blood I spill will be of my own choosing... my own enemies."

Gas. Redundant, given the circumstances. The simple fact that he still lived was impressive to Jade. The fact that she hadn't killed him drew a more confusing reaction in her, somewhere between frustration and relief. Still, she had no time to question her emotions. Not while she served the League. An arrow sliced through the fog, directly towards the steel line that prevented her adversary from plummeting to his death.

Before she could hear the cable snap, she had turned on her heel and run for the door. There were so many left to hunt. She may have resented the League and everything they forced her to be, but she would have to perform well in their service if she wanted to receive her end of the deal. If she had to stain her hands with the blood of heroes, then so be it. Every one brought her closer, she reassured herself, every one brought her closer to him.

"It's implosive to avoid any possible casualities" He radios to Edward, "I'm sending technicians to route you all to The Eye, wait there I'm right behind you." He says before sticking two fingers in his mouth and yanking out the radio molar on the front steps. He takes one last look at the desert base. A lot had happened in this small amount of time, more memories than can be counted for both Bishop and the team. He looks down at the tooth that blinks red, then at the small hole in the center of the steps. Kneeling down he gently lets it slip roof side up into the hole like a glove, the molar turning bright green, "30 second countdown; initiated." The A.I. says in a femenine voice.

As light cracks and forms around where he stood, bishop watches the base slowly dissimulate, disappearing to the Eye as it sucks itself into the sand, The Mirage became nothing more than an illusion of memory

Landing in the tele bay he realizes pure chaos as the team yells to one another wondering if any were missing, what they should do, if retaliation was in order. Bishop leans on the rail above the observation deck, "Settle down" his voice goes unheard by most, "QUIET!" The stirring and chattering stops abruptly as all eyes turn his way. "We failed. We were attacked on our own turf and we failed." He begins walking down the stairs while looking across the crowd, "No, no that's a lie. I failed YOU. This leadership role, it's new territory, and I wasn't as ready as I thought I was." he stands at equal height with them, gripiing his hips, "That's not the case anymore. We're going to rebuild. We're going to do it as a team, no more of this distrust and anti-socialization. We're going to go places no team has before, meet challenges no team has before...and make triumphs, no team has ever before. " He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small diorama of a cubed building, "Thanks to edward's architectural capabilities, we're moving forward to something, no pun intended "

"Outside the box"