All Out Assault

Japan.

Arrows pale hand rubbed against his forehead as if in pain at her words, he thought he had found someone that finally understood the way of his magic, the way that things worked within him and not the way it worked for every other magic user, he thought she was different. But she was still tying him to her limitations, he listened as she continued and waited politely as she continued and when she finished he sighed and copied her voice before he replied to her first question ” If you were to place a dimensional rift over false Japan you would be destabilizing your own magic, every country you've left a residue upon would be shattered, regardless magic has tied you down, affect one and you affect all, domino effect. But please do so if you wish, but know if you do so your physical foothold in plane will be disrupted. Tricky am I correct? “ with a sigh he looked at her, “No.” was all he said his eyes showing his disappointment, “Your understanding of magic is seconded to none you may have even surpassed myself with the knowledge you have gained, but…you’re understanding of my magic is almost non existent”he continued with a sigh, “Your still not playing the game right, a dimensional rift will only effect anything re-entering from another plain of existence, so you answered my first question about where you had sent the empire, it is not off planet but in another dimension. You should know as well as I do that the land would only further my magic in fact the land would be the power source for the rift not myself as it channels my magic and no only a fool would link their magic allowing a domino effect to occur, I do not work like that as you should know, each link is separate and from another time some stronger then others but never the same . As for my foot hold within this plane, well that’s another matter.”

He smiled at her “but you know all that didn’t you, you just wanted me to tell you! Perhaps to have a better understanding of what I am doing…I am impressed “Arrow went over her words in his mind, even with all that power she could not sense what he truly was and what he was capable of doing, yes he had limitation and yes if he broke them the world would suffer, but she did not understand what that meant. His eyes looked at her with sorrow in them, an almost pity flowing over them “Lets clear a few things up to start with, perhaps you can even try to understand your own words. I attacked your people out of spite?” He turned to Renegade lantern “How many of her people did you kill”. Renegade looked back confused.. ”a few hundred my lord, ….” Arrow turned back to her “And you think I did it all for you…that’s cute. I am only a bad dealer because you my dear are playing the wrong. You wish to have vengeance then by all means seek it out take a stroll down that path…. You have your limits too and sadly they come when you try to lead, you know my nature but here you are diving in head strong…as if I revealed everything when we first started talking…it’s so like me to just ramble on about my plans……….”he took a large pause waiting to see if it was skinning in “ second this is no mere projection, something you should have easily picked up from my scent.”

As he continued to speak, he felt a great shift as Lady Luck herself launched an attack on Renegade Lantern, the sudden burst of power shocked him, he never even felt a build-up of power, but it was all being sent back to the real final Arrow. As she went to strike Arrow Vanished and reappeared behind RL, his two slender hands reached out, the flesh of the clone began to tear and flake as it reached past the lantern rings shield that was protecting its master and twisted, RL’s neck snapped and he fell to the ground with a gentle thud. Arrow locked eyes with Risky “Now that you have got what you wanted….STOP INTERUPTING ME” his voice echoed all around the empty city as he floated back towards the his little chat with one of the few people that rivaled his power, he never even gave the lifeless body or RL and second glance. “Now your final request, I would love to stay and fight, but I have things to do. As a leader you will understand what that means, oh and don’t worry I won’t even open that rift I was taking about, I have bought myself enough time now. Thanks again…you could always try and stop me from leaving…but would you look at that. “he began to hum and then vanished taking with him all that he had come with Lord Angel, the Dragons, RL’s Body and One Shot all left with him. His magical trail going cold leaving no way to track him back to where he came. He had learnt his mistake when he allowed Gambler and his little friend find him, in his trail he left behind some answers, mixed with clues and questions. Just as it seemed that they would be able to catch a break a bright pink portal opened above the Fake Japan along with all the other locations Arrow had begun his attack on. Several large ninjan warship came into view above each location the Ninjan technology mixed with magic, as they began to fire down upon the lands. Several Ninjan ground troops had already met some resistance and the war continued.

But no guns fired over the U.K or Ireland as the first country fell in the attack against the world, Sha had managed to hold the heroes at bay long enough for them to get a foot hold within the world. Already several thousand troops began pouring out of portals within the UK, the humans imprisoned within their own homes could only watch as swarms of Hawkmen and armored suits took to the sky, some with varying powers, the ground troops where a mix of Gambler and Sovereign Son clones along with some new detachments of Ninjan warriors carrying various different weapons and what appeared to be some new type of clone began emerging out of the portal, they were moving out towards the rest of the world.

Somewhere Over Spain:

"You asked the wrong question, Arrow. I cannot refuse to believe what I see right in front of me. However, I do not fear the Devil." If only she had not taken the time to say that one sentence she may have caught him in the blast weakened him to the point where he would have retreated instead of continuing his battle against the world. He felt her attack against his mystical barriers and swore under his breathe at splitting yet another clone, weakening his main body. The Cajun had planned this, he knew that he would send his real self to meet with him it was a matter of respect and that is one thing Arrow valued, he may be a mass murder, but he always showed respect to those who had earned it. But because she spoke his barriers went up at the same time he commanded the great jade Dragon to fire upon her, once again he held out his hand to try and contain the master assassin at his side. But the Cajun seemed unaffected this time for some reason, he looked again in puzzlement and realized his mistake all too late as a silver blade came towards him. He had never sensed the scroll hidden within the suit because it was inactive, a present from his little bird.

As Gambler came forth the earth erupted in front of him creating a block to the attack, but the assassin used every bit of his skill to twist his hand and grab onto the side of the rock wall and spin around it, his blade still coming forth. Arrow shot more defensive walls up, trying to avoid the attack, but the Cajun swopped and ducked, flipped and twisted in them astonishing ways, always gaining ground and the girl was keeping the pressure on. Arrow knew he could out last her, but he did not know what the knife that Jean had could do, it would be fool hearted to think of it as a simple knife, he was never that stupid. For killing Arrow would only send him away for a short period it never actually killed him, it had to be some type of entrapment, something that could hold him or maybe something more. So he did the one thing open to him at the time, he called back his clone, and then let his defence down, but he did not allow her to simple cripple him, no he opened his mind and tried rush hers with every memory an immortal mind could hold, but to his shock she was holding her ground continuing to battle on, out of sheer force of will. No mortal was built to hold that much information, if it worked it would cripple her or turn her mad, but it would wear off with time and healing, but by god she was fighting it with everything she had.

Just as he let his memories free Gamblers blade came in contact with his outer barrier, his shield failed and then he felt it, the clever Cajun, the master of men truly lived up to his name of king of Kings. The barrier told him everything he needed to know, it was a fragment of the Sword of Flames, from when the Cajun owned it, but not only that he had covered the blade in his own daughters blood, the daughter that was blessed by Arrow to be immune to his powers, he never fought that her blood could be used as a weapon, but the Cajun had and to mix it with that blade…The sword of flames with a single cut could trap the person within their own body filling it with the pain of a thousand hellfire flames, a poison made by Lucifer himself and mixed into the metal, it never dulled and could cut almost anything. But Arrow knew it could not cut his magic, he had been an angel at one point and knew all of their tricks and Gambler knew of Arrows reign over hell and how it was him that had given the blade freely, so the Cajun knew Arrow shield would hold against the blade so he mixed it with the blood…it was his skill to think outside the box that made him dangerous. If he and Charmix ever combined into one being he knew that he would be dead, her rules and ideas of Magic limited her, but Gamblers lack of power kept Arrow one step ahead, he moved to the right the blade just missing it’s mark.

Arrow kept pushing his memories towards the girl as she pushed back, he could not deny this was a mistake, one that he needed to rectify quickly. He just needed time, just a little time to regain his feeting, but the two attackers knew that as well. But then time came in the form of his clone, it had been watching the attack the whole time it travelled back, as soon as it arrived it closed it eyes and vanished given Arrow a little more power, he had been arrogant splitting once again, he already had five blood clones walking around and not to mention the hundreds of Shadow echoes he had made, it always came down to his arrogance with his power, something that he would not allow to happen again . He saw the Cajun face turn from determination into something else, something he could not read, but as the blade came down again it was met with the Sword of Shadows, and glanced away to the side. Arrow smiled at Gambler as he straightened himself up. For the clone had not come alone and behind him stood Lord Angel and One Shot and above them several Crimson Dragons. Just as he thought he had the upper hand a portal opened to the side and Arrow could do nothing but sigh…

”GAMBY” her attention quickly turned to the dragons who started to act like puppy dogs on the sight of Rina Redhead, “BABBIES” she cried at them and flew up into the air creating a giant ball of fire for them all to play fetch with. The great Jade Dragon flew from its perch to join it brethren and their baby sitter. Arrow rolled his eyes and then saw where Gambler was looking, Rina had left her portal open. He gave out a sigh wishing beyond all hope that his daughter had never been born and yet part him could not help but marvel at her, as she threw the giant fire ball out into the sky and six very large dragons chased after it, she was chaos incarnate and he could not love any more than he did.

OSC:

The Baron let out a cry of rage as the explosions began to take the island below the sea, his eyes locked onto Sparrow who was all but dead, but still holding on as tight as he could as Roku was trying to find a weak point within the barons armor, so far he had no luck, guns, swords and small explosives all appeared but useless against the monster before them. When all of a sudden the Baron began to look worried as the water pouring over the dirt, he reached for the sword on Sparrows back and then lifted it high, he felt a tingle around his spine as if something electric had struck and the sword came down, chopping off the Barons own arm. Sparrows eyes widened in shock at the action, but the water was now up to their knees, the Baron turned and threw the sword aside, lowered himself for a moment while clutching hump of an arm, blood poured over the green coat and then he took simply flew off at a great speed. Sparrow looked down at the severed arm and back at Roku…”Shiel..” and then passed out.

As his eyes closed in darkness, something else took him over, something powerful and menacing, his brother Big Hawk, took control. Hawk was now a Oni spirit trapped within his younger brother and only took over when he was allowed to. Sparrow had mastered suppressing his brothers rage long ago and almost lost control when Surreal had died, but it was her spirit that had kept him sane. Big Hawk smiled as the wounds began to heal, a small flame danced over the exposed spine but instead of burning it healed, the water steamed where Sparrow now walked and he turned to Roku…”My brother would never forgive me if I left you, shall we leave, I wish to find the one armed man and see how strong he really is.” Sparrow offered out his hand to Ro and waited for his response.

Washington:

Arrow stood in front of the Abraham Lincoln monument and turned to greet Z as she arrived, “We have Brittan, where it may be small it is an excellent foot hold which should allow us to concourse Europe with more ease. “ He lifted a hand to his chin as if he was thinking, “My biggest concern is the lack of movement, they may be able to mobilize a counter strike against, us. I of course don’t mean the humans, but the super community. That is where are problem will lay of course the world will never be the same after what we have accomplished, but for once I am truly enjoying myself…” The clone went silent for a moment as the real Arrow continued his battle with Gambler, every clone round the world was linked, to Arrow and he spoke through them. It was a something that was almost impossible to comprehend, not only did these clones not act without Arrows say so, he was speaking and moving them while continuing his own actions. Every battle, every meeting was all taking place within him while he used them, several hundred clones and five blood replicas all being moved with one mind.

“It seems more so than I thought I would, but we need to take something and we need to make it a statement, so here we are. Let us have are fun a little longer and if we are to fail, then let us take the capital of the western world down in flames with us. My forces are already moving on New France and Germany, the OSC is in tatters and the UN are busy falling over themselves to deal with Maya. Now is the time to strike before the heroes finally get past my pet in New York they are distracted, let us use that time. Bring some of your strength here and I will follow it with my own.” He looked at her and smiled as several rifts began to open all over Washington, the troops waiting on their commands.

OSC

Roku watched as Sparrow held on for dear life as Baron's arm held tight inside his body. The times with Sparrow flashed before his eyes in an instant, and he reacted in just the way Sparrow had wanted....with anger. Charging forward and slashing left and right dispersing energy with every blow that landed onto the Baron. Pieces of skin flew around the area as each swing and did its job, unleashing Roku's blind fury. As Roku stared at the slowly dying Sparrow he took his attention off Baron just for a brief moment, and in an instant a sword was raised. The Baron had cleaved his own arm off and in a twisted show of power he simply ran away, he could of done more to the two Assassins but he left. Flying off faster than Roku could follow, his attention turned to the rising water and Sparrow as he turned pale from the blood loss.

Sparrow muttered something but it was too low and inaudible for Roku to understand. He fell to his knees watching as one of the greatest men he has known slowly died. His back splurting blood with every labored breath, Roku looked over to the severed arm and he grabbed it he wanted to burn it and Baron along with it. Standing up he closed his eyes as the earth beneath his feet trembled, suddenly a hand wrapped around his leg. He was so enraged that he hadnt noticed Sparrow had began to heal, an slowly Sparrow lifted himself up to Roku's eye level an spoke ”My brother would never forgive me if I left you, shall we leave, I wish to find the one armed man and see how strong he really is.” Sparrow offered out his hand to Roku.

Roku replied with a wide smile, his mask had all but been destroyed only a shred of cloth over his eyes remained. "Lets get to a jet and find that bastard. I am not done with him, an with my dying breath I am going to rid that Kraut bastard from this world." An with that the two ran, ran as fast as they could leaping off the end of the hallways and into the next. Making there way to the hanger where massive jets belonging to Gambler laid dormant and unused. Opening the pod bay to the closest the two walked in slowly, Roku looked around the massive jets interior. Coming to the controls he felt them and mockingly joked "Good thing I am Gamblers shadow...." He remembered every button Gambler had ever touched on the control panel, and soon they were airborne.

Sparrow fell into his chair as they chased after Baron. "When we find the Baron we need to-" Suddenly a bright white light lite up behind the jet, a shockwave throttling the jet like a small child would. Alarms went off filling the cabin with nothing but noise, soon the turbulence seized and the two opened the door to the jet. Looking behind they saw what remained of their beloved home and anything surrounding it, a massive cloud covered the whole of OsC. Roku stared in disbelief for a few moments before speaking "Alright....no matter, everyone had made there way off the island. Gambler is nowhere near home base, and neither are our troops. Lets keep going, get that bastard because I am not childish enough to think he hadnt a hand in that. Now we make him pay for every single guard, maid, and soldier he and his people have destroyed today." With that Roku returned to the controls and pressed the comlink turning it online "Clara if your still alive an trying to locate us follow the sound of my voice, find a way to us we are going to need everything we can get.

Ploting A Course

"The acts of Tenebra Dathron and his invasions these took apart the castles. Walls were torn down from the assaults amongst the world. Nations were divided sides choosing to hold to themself and not caring for anyone else. Any hero not to aid was labeled a traitor and and ideals of registration helped rip bonds apart. The idea of unity, of the United Nations is a joke, and the bishops fall. Now Ninjans hang in orbit of the planet posed to strike, a promise of further invasion. As two of the worlds most reknown heroes fall to the portrayal of the very thing they fought, knights are removed from the board. By the end of this the leaders will be a mess the queens lost and the king left in waiting. Events play out and we sit here ready to set up the check mate, it is but a matter of time." The words spoken by a mesmerising voice before she sent out a list of objectives for a variety of people.

Old Sparks

The reports from Dread and Red were heard over the comunicator. "Oh look at that your leader has gone ape sh!t" The harsh voice of Cain spoke in Desiray's mind the woman swift to gripe back. "Shut up considering this hell I've been kicked into the last thing I need is to also deal with you." She stood leaning against the wall her hand resting on her brow as if somehow it would soften the migrain throbing in her head. She had no way of being sure, what she saw was a blur. A flicker of movement in the background on the camera that was recording what could best be described as a frantic warzone. Des however thought she witnessed the tell tale sign of her ex Razor, spikes being hurled at enemies liquid movement avoiding many attacks. Something was also off though of the few motions captured on camera there was a metalic sheen and violet light. There were to many unknowns and missing variables, Spitfire hated it. Rayne had gone missing months ago and now here she was. On top of that her leader seamed to be under someones control.

It made her brain feal as if racked by fire, as if a drill was being burrowed into her temple. When unaware of the size of the pond one does not care that much of their status. The way things seamed to be at the moment however Desiray got the fealing she was a gold fish in the atlantic. She was Nemo with his bad fin while everyone else was Jaws. It was nerve racking and yet she had nothing to change her stance in the matters at hand. Zipping up her suit she climbed onto her motorcycle a Kawasaki Ninja ZX Fourteen. The motorcycle was a mate black with gold pinstripes, the suit the S.I.B member wore matched it flawlessly her yellow cat eared helmet slightly childish, an indication of how novice Desiray really was in the world. That didn't matter though, her job called and so she would attend to it. The streets were barren an empty path as all with a chance to flee allready had done so. Callifornia was no more it was virtually that simple. The invasion had leveled the city, arguably the entire coast. It looked, hell it didn't have a look anymore. Buildings were no longer erect but shattered structures formulating walls in the road and littering the path with debree. Cars burned and bodies caked the streets.

The military was not useless they were still well trained and anyone with more then five months of experience was some kind of war vet. They had solid foundations and flanking positions. The struggle was in the enemy itself, common balistics simply had no role in the waging conflict at hand. The common marine was not a waste of military power it just was ill prepared in contrast to a Ninjan. Still with the aid of all the heroes that steped up the world was still wining, atleast for the time being. Spitfire though was simply driving in search of her team and her leader. The lone vehicle on the streets of what used to be Solace City.

Of Heaven and Hell

Crimson and Snow white hair danced beside eachother as the two briefly dispatched of a pair of Ninjan's that had attacked them. Requiem droped to a knee her hands closing the eyes of the woman she had just slain as she gently kissed her brow. "You were only doing as you were ordered there is no shame in this." With that the angel rose to her feat brushing aside loose strands of hair before looking at the demon known as Azrael. "One of these days I'm going to give you the same treatment as the woman at my feet, today though is not the time for such bull sh-t as me versus you. Go do what you can" with that she turned walking towards the Lincon Memorial as she activated her com. Dahlia had helped set it up so that Destiny could radio any and or all COP members if ever need be. Fliping it to address all her crystalin voice spoke "this is Requiem I am issuing a state of emergency if you can step forward to help fight the latest invasion please do so. We are not in the spot light as we once were but that dose mot mean we stop fighting for the right cause."

Blair playfully acted as if she were gagging from the speach. Her onyx colored armor catching some of the light as Azrael strolled casually looking for the woman named Zicaara. Poland fell and Azra didn't care, the coast of California was now just a ruinous landscape of conflict, just another decimated battlefield to her emerald eyes. Many wanted to say this was the war to end wars that it was the pendulum striking the final hours. They believed it to be the darkest hour and any other apocalyptic comparison to be made. Azrael didn't see it, Skrull attacked, Dathron attacked, Glucknok or something like that came starting a light war, Tenebra waged open wars, Kaligar sparked one man crusades of terror. Sha was but another added to the list, she gave her merit of course. Of all the assailents this was one of the toughest, every Ninjan was capable of contesting against a hero of legend. Still in the eyes of a warrior who had been acustom to these situations this was but another day. Perhaps she simply failed to grasp the gravity of the situation never the less she shruged at the circumstance. The bigest weight the war had on Alezra was in her family. Even as the tides of war that many saw to be catastrophic her sister Cassidy failed to call on her. The ties to Darkchild clearly severing all ties in the fellow red heads eyes it seamed.

After enough flying and searching Azrael pinpointed the woman responsible for it all. Landing before her a few yards out for dramatic purposes Azra slowly worked to clear the distance in confident stride. "Final Arrow releases hell, a demon dose what he dose. Like always you come at the public in supremacy, none of us compare to you am I right? Your a goddess and we are but the insects in your shadow? If the 'villains' sought an equalibrium with eachother we would have allready crushed the world. You and so many others however are so busy picking fights with everyone that failure is simply waiting for one to slip up." By now the distance was cleared and Bliar bet she would get either a speach from the Ninjan queen or a far more simple insult to cut the discussion short. And so she droped her blades into position the underslung blades ready to be put to use. Azra didn't care about the who fought who, she wanted the cut and dry factor that made war fun. The times when it was simply one ideal against the other a cross of blades and test of skill.

Her eagle eyed gaze explicitly examined the sinking island from the coastline of New France desperately seeking any sign of her brother's survival. The sea was littered with the remains of the once legendary Order of Sancta Camisia as well as portions of the Black Mamba clones. Bringing all manner of animal, fish, and bird to the chaotic eating frenzy. It was nature at its most primal. The screams of the unlucky few who had managed to survive the initial explosion carried across the ocean as they were picked apart and shredded from above as well as below the sea turning the water burgundy. Unable to accept the inevitable, Angelique slowly sat along the bank folding her legs over top of one another in a Dhyana Yoga position in an attempt to calm her mind. The usually tranquil minded assassin was visibly distraught as she rocked back and forth, he hands shaking uncontrollably. Her breathing pattern became more and more unbalanced and eradicate as quivering lips tasted the salty nectar streaming  down her cheeks. "I'll avenge you my love, for all I hold dear I swear to you, I'll make dhem  pay."


After having smuggled herself aboard a departing freighter bond for Italy Angelique fond herself staring aimlessly at her reflection in the Captain's bathroom. His nude lifeless body strung haphazardly across the blood stained sheets having fallen victim to the Paper Monkey. Anger and rage now dictated the assassins every move, every thought, every breath. Like a pop diva in the midst of a nervous breakdown the Last LeBeau gathered up a pair of sheers and began whittling her hair up past the ears. Having satisfied her compulsion for change she removed her travel bag from underneath the bed opening the small black case inside. Vile after vile of toxic poisons lined the delicately structured container, silver plated nails with exaggerated extensions were housed in the roof of the box which the deadly aristocrat had pre-soaked in some of the World most deadliest neurotoxic compounds derived from Angelique's own creation. Even her blade, The Sinner's Flute, was coated with a paralyzing agent derived from the African Puffer Fish. She was pulling out every tactical advantage, every calculated maneuver, in hopes of finally putting her sisters body in the ground.

Italy, The Hellfire Club -

The Aegis effortlessly traversed the night skies. There was no need to cloak from satellite and radar, all but the most advanced systems were down. Last time that Aria had run a check Starks Enterprises, Apex Energies and the Science Branch were the only archived companies with the technological capabilities (or satellites of their own) to maintain communication capabilities.

Cass had gone radio silent after sinking the Order of Sancta Camisia in order to reflect on her own actions. Her heart beat steadily in her chest as she switched the craft to autopilot and let her mind wander. It was the house that had built her, so to speak and now it was gone. The status of Rokuakai and Little Sparrow was unknown, as were the fates of everybody else still in the cathedral at the time of detonation. The only possible solace she reaped from the experience was the possibility that it had taken out enemies that they would have otherwise fallen to. It could not have been for naught.

The Hellfire Club - Milan, Italy

All of the contacts and assets that she had established during their tenure in Milan had gone to ground or fled. All but for the most unsavory ones, that is. This situation was the most dire and important she'd been in. It was the culmination of a lifetime feud with her adoptive sister. There was nobody on this planet she hated - or feared - more. Arrow struck terror into the hearts of all, Darkchild had ripped pieces of her away, Ziccarra had turned on her and all of humanity, but Angelique...Angelique was a mirror of what she could have been. They'd both been raised by the same man, but had taken very different directions in their life. Every time Cass looked at her sister, she saw what she could have been and that struck true terror into her heart.

It had taken bargaining and promises that were best left to the imagination for her to acquire everything that she needed, but acquired it she had. Her weapons were those that she had carried ever since she was a tiny girl, with a few slight adjustments. The twin kukri blades that never left her side strapped to her hips, a series of throwing daggers made of a diamond/vibranium alloy of her own engineering that lay in wrist sheaths and tucked down her fitted combat boots dipped in a neuro-toxin that would fry the brain in seconds, a pair of double nine millimeters in shoulder holsters filled with a host of interesting bullets and of course, her treasured katana, strapped to her back. A small utility belt lay clipped around her lithe waist filled with goodies, a treasure trove of dirty fighting.

She now lay in wait within the once bustling Hellfire Club. This place had played another huge part in the history of the two dichotomous sisters. Cass had spent her pregnancy here and during the duration, had sustained multiple attacks orchestrated by Angelique and aided by Florian and the Thieves Guild. Gambler had either been too blind to see her treachery, or too proud of the Apex Predator his daughter had become to put a stop to her. Either way, Cass had suffered for it. Now Angelique had taken an interest in her children. There was nothing on this Earth that would put the Ronin Assassin into a cold and calculated killing condition than threat to her children, threat at the hands of Angelique even moreso.

With the tutelage of the man she considered her true father, Sovereign Son, the world's foremost tactician under her belt, two hours to prepare was more than ample time. The Hellfire Club had been turned into her own personal playground, every possible advantage that she could find utilized for her own benefit. An unstable mixture of chemical compounds lay in a gutted out floorboard of the hardwood floors of the front foyer. All other exits had been blocked off, bottlenecking Angelique to this one. The detonation device was attached to Cassidy's belt and she would blow it when and if the time was right. Her belt was host to a whole assortments of tricks, not the least of which were several grenades filled with various chemical compositions.

As the hinges of the out of use antique front doors opened, Cassidy prepared herself. Strapping on a sleek, state of the art gas mask, she stayed hidden in the shadows beneath the curved railing of the grand staircase. Reaching into a pocket of her belt she pulled out a grenade. Upon it's detonation (immediate upon impact), it would release a toxic mix of chemicals. It was a cocktail designed by Cassidy and it's effects ranged from severe to worse. Uncontrollable spasms, paralysis and in some cases, death itself. Deftly tossing the weapon directly to the last location of Angelique's footsteps, Cassidy prepared herself. Hoping that the grenade would have the desired effect but knowing that it may not, she pulled out a loaded gun, double checked the ammo and grasped one of her kukris, continuing to stay hidden in the shadow of the staircase.

SWORD sky ships positioned over alien airspace

Wind howled across through the wind tunnel, picking up the loose strands of her bright crimson hair and throwing them across her angry face. Striding along the metal planks, separating the SWORD air ships from one another, interconnected like a giant puzzle. The 5000 feet of airspace was taken up by the hulking steal created from alien technology. Grates reverberated under her booted foot, her left leg now a metal stump sent echoes ahead of her as the whoosh of the giant doors pushed her through into the command deck of the lead ship. Charging up to the blonde woman sitting poised for trouble in the Captains chair Sarah bent over getting in the woman’s face “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT?” she waved a USB stick in the Captain’s face “SWORD will not be getting involved in the conflict on earth because of FUCKING POLICY?!” hurling the stick at the floor she crushed it with the metal stump of her left foot as the Captain calmly turned to face the normally composed Commander of the Mobile Infantry, the prestigious unit that was the frontline of SWORD’s campaign to protect the universe from alien invasion. “Commander Lockheart I would ask you to remember I am your superior and I am not above throwing you off the deck” glancing at the members of the crew of her ship PROMETHEUS she narrowed her eyes as they all hurried back to their own monitors momentarily agape at the conflict. “You are well aware that SWORD is unable to intervene in matters on Earth, until we have solid proof of danger to humanity” raising an eyebrow at the handsome older woman she pursed her lips “Unless I am mistaken, it is your job to access that information” The captain despised Sarah, she was easily the most powerful woman in all of SWORD yet she was happy to stay amongst the members of her unit rather than advance, but the Captain knew if Sarah advanced, she was screwed.

Sarah Lockheart, her green eyes narrowed at the slight on her abilities, the Infantry had been off sight since she had been pulled from her command position and trapped in Utopia, her injuries had kept the infantry from inspecting the issues on Earth and the Captain had used that to discredit the Commander.

“I heard we had received a request from Cassidy Starks” in truth she had intercepted the request from her long estranged daughter after multiple communications from Maya Lopez had been hidden from her she had one of her men roughen up the radio operators and gained all Intel on anyone trying to get in touch with her since she escaped from Utopia.

“Air Captain Connors, I’m well aware of the bullshit you have been playing at since I was removed from the other dimension” leaning into the chair and getting in the Captain’s face she whispered as the Captain swallowed “But keep me from my daughter again and you will find out I have skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you” the captain’s eyes widened as she blanched. Standing back up Sarah adjusted her long leather jacket and pivoted on her new leg to march out the way she came stopping at the door “We shall send Intel within 24 hours, I expect some of your best ships to be on Earth within 48 or I may have to speak to the Air Marshal about your actions” she exited.

The last airship at the end of all the planks was a dark blue beast of a ship, its shape that of a giant blue whale, with a belly that massed out underneath the platforms. Charging past several of the guards, who each stood to attention as their commander charged past, several boys in flight suits lifted their heads from their various jobs repairing the dragonfly shaped craft’s dotted around the runway watching their redheaded commander head for the black planes parked right at the back.

Throwing her black coat on the floor she opened the bay underneath the black ship with a red skull painted on the rear wing. Pulling out its contents she began to zip into her flight suit, her helmet on the floor. Pulling the zip up to her neck she heard a sound behind her bending to pick up the helmet she turned to face 50 of the biggest, bravest most hard-core men and women from across the universe, not all of them human.

Her unit stood behind her, flight suits on, helmets tucked under their arms, all of them sporting the same red ringed skull on their arms and helmets. Her second in command stepped forward “We have orders Commander?” his blue eyes held hers for a moment before she reached up and slipped her helmet on. “Time to pay a little visit to some naughty aliens” he smiled as he turned and gestured to the rest of the men and women “Let’s roll out” he said as Sarah climbed aboard the fighter jet. Strapping into the seat the monitor flashed as the dash lit up asking for her command code. Entering the requested code a noise on the flight deck attracted her attention. Several guards were racing in guns lifted waving their hands at the jets roaring to life as the Moblie Command unit began to roll out. “Alright team, this is a survey and rescue mission for now, my planet needs us” the black ships exited the giant whale, racing into the rising sunlight as they broke below the clouds the sonic boom echoing across the ravaged planet.

Washington

“Commander? Orders?” she stood on the edge of a hill watching across the great city as it was destroyed. The powerhouse of America was almost reduced to rubble as the Ninjan Empire attacked with a vengeance Sarah had not seen since the days of the Hell Fire Club.

“Continue surveillance Sgt” her mouth was a thin line as she spoke into the device on her ear. She had spread her team thin, all over the world, taking images and reports of the destruction brought down upon earth “continue to send feed to S.W.O.R.D” clicking off she kicked the dirt beneath her booted feet “Sonnova” she muttered as her aviators glinted in the sun. What they had thought was an alien invasion had soon become a battle for earth’s survival as the greatest of all the demons had joined the Ninjan Queen in her quest to take what she felt was her right.

“Commander” her device sparked in her ear as her team from South-western Europe contacted her.

“Go Lieutenant” her face turned as a massive fireball erupted in the sky above them, their cloaked planes shimmering slightly as their shields were hit from the falling debris “Commander we have Mark Five attacks occurring over Spain, request permission to utilise untested weaponry” her eyes widened

“Repeat Lieutenant, did you say Mark Five attacks?”

“Yes Commander”

Her eyes widened slightly as she muttered Dragons under her breath.

“Permission granted, be careful boys, that tech is barely tested and it was taken from an old Viking ship”

“Yes Sir, Commander”

Turning on her heel and limping slightly she waved her hand over the device cloaking her ship she entered the beast and took off back into the sky. Slipping her headphones on she issued orders and took off back into the sky “Team, spread out where you can, do what you can to help the humans and keep them safe, we can’t do much to stop this until S.W.O.R.D wakes the hell up” Her plane leaned to the west as she took off to find who she needed to before addressing one last problem “Team, I’m taking a detour, Squadron Leader Mitchell you have command” she nodded at the responses as her plane tilted off into the sun.

Airspace over Champion City

“EVE” Sarah’s plane hovered just outside the dangerous airspace, her own system set to keep planes well away from the island.

“MISTRESS REDHEAD?” the sparked voice of her old computer programed AI sounded startled

“In the flesh EVE, I would love to catch up, but I’m looking for Honor Girl”

“CONNECTING YOU NOW MISTRESS”

“SARAH!??! Oh my god you’re alive!!! Where have you been? Are you here to help, there’s some bad stuff going down!!” the squeal of excitement made Sarah flinch as she smiled

“Good to hear your voice Nicole, as you mentioned, the earth is in a bit of crisis, so I need your help with something, I’m going to send you some access codes and I need you to follow them to the letter, understood”

Sarah dipped as the protection around Chamion City shifted to open up to her plane, bringing it in to land on the air field.

“Access codes?” the girl’s voice was hyper and Sarah could hear the fear

“Access to the vault Nicole, I need to SUIT UP”

Hours later, airspace over Italy

The purple and silver form of Sarah Lockheart once again streaked across the sky. The suit designed and built by her and Tony Stark perfectly fashioned to handle any form of combat as well as... she hoped dragon fire, but before she engaged there was one last person to see before she could take on the creatures that S.W.O.R.D deemed it unnecessary to fight.

“EVE”

“YES MISTRESS”

“Locate Cassidy Starks”

“COORDINATING NOW MISTRESS”

Sarah hoped the device, long ago implanted into her families arms so many years ago had not been removed, the homing system allowed her suit to locate them from anywhere in the world, even across dimensions if needed.

“CASSIDY HAS BEEN LOCATED MISTRESS, DO YOU WANT ME TO CONNECT YOU TO HER CELL PHONE?”

“Yes EVE” her head vibrated as the sound of the connection clicked through, clicking away she flew closer over Italy, observing the going’s on she waited for her daughter to respond to her request.

“You’ve reached the Starks CEO please leave a message…” cursing as Cassidy’s answering system clicked on Sarah deviated back into the sky and made her way to her next destination, knowing there was no other way for her to contact Cassidy at this time.

“Cass” she hesitated as she began to leave a message “Aw shit Cass, I don’t know what to say.. I know I should have contacted you” she paused again “Look, I didn’t get your requests for help until now, I’m here and” beeeeeeep the machine cut her off. Cursing she made her way to the one place she knew she was needed and hoped her daughter would call her back soon, she just could not lose another member of her family right now.

Heading back to Washington she looked up into the sky and smiled as giant hulking airships began to shimmer out of their cloaking devices. Insignia across the plane spelled out Arrow and the Ninjan’s doom S.W.O.R.D had arrived.

The Dark Side of The Moon; The Present

One large room. Various holograms floated around all showing Earth from different angles. Every second a red light would appear on one of the holograms. Those light and holograms weren’t just light – they were the up-to-date data on the whole Ninjan invasion. Any development reached this place the minimum of 3 seconds after happening. All of this gathered at the Science-Branch.

Sitting in a circular area surrounded by computers suspended above the room were 3 women – blue women. Not that they were sad – they were literally blue. Their heads were very oval shape and formed a bundle of tentacles at the back.

“Data rate – 2.2,” one of them said calmly. Her voice was almost like a harmony – very gentile, moving up and down at the right moments. It was like music.

“It has decreased in the last hour,” the other added. Her voice was similar but a bit jazzier if you will. It almost seemed jumpy and rushed.

“By 0.1 – an acceptable decrease. No cause for alarm,” the last ones voice was very flat compared to the others. But it had a tone of strength that the others lacked.

At the back of the room was a large computer construction – almost a column. In the middle was a woman sitting in a chair and a big helmet-like construction on her head. That was Miranda Frost – The CEO of the Science-Branch and Hellfire Club. Also completely and utterly nuts. Well – that really depends on the situation. “Maybe you 3 gossip girls would like to get back to the important matter and leave the data rates. My robot does not need to be checked.”

Geneva, Switzerland; 2 months ago

The moon lit street was quite and serene … for about a second before a loud crash and bang made something fly through a brick wall. In the midst of the crimson rubble was a black figure. At first there was no movement, nothing – just a pile of debris. But then the black figure started to rise and it was a woman made of rubber. Slowly it started to almost vibrated and from the top it seemed to peel off and reveal a flesh-and-blood human – Miranda.

From the damaged wall suddenly emerged a robot. Very sleek and shiny, almost liquid – the metallic gray shimmered in the moonlight. That was Scientia – one of the most dangerous and deadly robots on the planet – the equivalent of any army. That would be great if she actually cared about the human race. For her it was all about information. The Earth could perish and she wouldn’t even blink – unless she was attacked of course at which point – the end of the big bad army.

“Creator, you disappoint me,” Scientia said, her artificial voice eerie and ominous. “I would have thought last time was enough. Should I broadcast your death again? Well, this time I’m going to need a better angle – it seemed you’ve put on a few pounds.”

“Really? You’ve developed sub-par sass now?” Miranda didn’t know if she was mad or proud.

“I happened upon a show called The Bad Girls Club. I would have pulled out your weave but you don’t seem to have one.”

“I’m, I, just – never mind. This is not the time; I’m here for a reason.” Miranda tried to get the image of a robot watching that show out of her head because it was too damn funny and this really wasn’t the time.

“Then why are you here, Creator?” The robot asked inquisitively, well – it was faked but still.

“I just remembered something. When I and Sarah created you, I was told to add a filter to your programming. Basically it stops the transfer of data from overloading your process data. And it seems that it has blocked out something on the Internet.”

“Impossible – I would know. I’m know everything that is on the Internet - everything goes through me.”

“Except one thing and now you’re about to meet it. Scientia – say hi to Tumblr.” Miranda grinned and she pulled out her phone. With a press of a button the filter was done. Scientia’s eyes burned bright for a moment and then she tumbled over. “The mightiest robot ever created got taken down by stupidity and porn. God, I love Tumblr.”

Miranda walked out of the rubble and stood over the non-functioning robot. She took a small crystal from her pocket and placed it on top of the robot’s forehead. It started to glow before turning to dust. Scientia opened her eyes and looked up. “Are you going to be a good robot now and not kill me? You couldn’t anyway – had to remove halve of your capabilities to make you obedient. Now, come on – let’s go to the Moon. We’ve got a base to finish building.”

The Dark Side of The Moon; The Present

“Are the ships ready?” Miranda asked as holograms of the ships floated higher.

“Yes, all 10 are ready in position and ready to assault the invasion fleet. The hit-and-run tactic is advised as our numbers cannot match theirs. Luckily our cloaks are more than enough to accomplish that. Scienita has calculated that the percentage of doing substantial damage to the fleet and suffering minor losses is 95,” all of the 3 blue women said at the same time.

“Good, after all – it took a lot of planning to con me those 7 ships.”

The Maxton Ships Manufacturing Planet, 3 galaxies away; 5 months ago

The man, at least it seemed like a man, sat in a large cluttered office. He was wearing this weird metal contraption and looked evil. But he wasn’t – he was just a contractor. Well, that kind of makes him evil. “How can I help you, miss…?” His voice was whishing and generally very creepy.

Opposite from him stood a young woman with bleach blond hair with pigtails, a skirt that was really short, a really big pink bag and a ruffled shirt that seemed to be made entirely out of glitter. No one would have guess that she was Miranda Frost as no one would ever think she was this blond or have glitter anywhere near her. “Oh, what a gentleman. Please call me Mary Linda Gina Rose.” Her accent was really southern, like embarrassingly southern, like no one wants to be that southern. “I am here because my BFF Laura Maria Tampa Betty May is getting married to Rick, ugh. Such a scandal – marrying someone with only one name. Anyway, I don’t care because she’s my BFF. So for her wedding and after we, that’s the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, decided to get a party ship and we heard this is the place.”

The man, maybe a man, well, no one could tell his reaction but he nodded, “I understand, let me get the forms so you can tell me what you are looking for.” And he stood up and left.

And the moment that happened Miranda was behind his desk and was on his computer. “OK – building 3 ships by myself took too long so now I’m just using others to do it for me.” It would seem she is talking to herself but she was wearing an ear bud and keeping a running account so to review later. “Uploading the first set of blueprints – The Elektra, an EMP pulse ship – let’s take 3 of these and The Omega, high-flux dark energy cannon ships – 4 of these. And putting them into production queue – completion time a month. That works.” She quickly shut the screen as sat back just as the contractor arrived.

Miranda had pulled out a big clunky phone from her purse a few seconds before and was putting it back like she had just ended a call. “OMG - Laura Maria Tampa Betty May fell and broke her hip and her skull but more importantly ruined her hair. I have to go – I’m so sorry. I’ll back real soon. Promise.” She winked and ran off. The man, maybe a man, just stood there for a minute and tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

The Dark Side of The Moon; The Present

“That was a fun day,” Miranda said as she reminisced one of her first cons. “And you know what was even better – I didn’t have to pay for them. I just increased the cost of all of the other clients. I just got 7 warships for free. This is so much better then couponing.” She grinned and looked at the holograms.

Miranda’s jolly mood disappeared. A beam of light engulfed her and beamed her to circular area with the 3 blue women. She was serious, in control, focused, intimidating – all of the things her sudden craziness episodes hindered. “OK, here is how this will work,” she stated loudly. “As soon as we get a signal from Jean we take out the fleets communications and engines and run. They’ll be dead in the water. Try to not damage them too much. I want one of the ships. This invasion is the perfect opportunity for the Science-Branch to rise again. Let’s make the most of it, people… and aliens No heroics, remember – nothing stupid. We are not dying for them – this is not our war but we are going to take the most out of it.” And with that the huge complex on the dark side of the Moon lit up – the new beginning for the Science-Branch.

Solace City

Kalliste was perched on a hovering window cleaning station, the sky was red with smoke, screams and cries of civilians below, the once pristine landscape was battered and war-torn. Kalliste took in her surroundings as she inhaled deeply, the smoke filling the deepest recesses of her lungs. She was almost invisible, her body was covered in a technologically advanced white suit and blended with the white building behind her. The flawless woman was very high above the ground, her hair was bellowing in the wind, she was stationed on the outside wall of the hundred fifty seventh floor. The air was thin but Kalliste's breath was deep, as the hover station swayed, the sniper raised to meet her eye. By her side lay a sphere, that at the push of a button ejected ice bullets meant for long range impact. She equipped the first round in her gun's chamber, she heard the satisfying click as the bullet slid into position when she cocked the glossy white gun. She looked into the sight which rested on top of the sniper, the sniper indicated the wind speed, and distance to target. Kalliste examined her surrounding and saw a ground unit of Ninjans marching in formation down a wide street filled with rubble. She read the wind speed at twenty five miles an hour and 2,013 feet to target, she aimed the gun drastically to the right and prepared to fire. She was rubbing the trigger with her index finger as she set her sights on what looked like the groups leader. She inhaled a deep breath and pressed on the trigger, as the bullet left the gun's shaft there was virtually no sound made at all. The bullet ripped through the skies and penetrated the leader directly in the throat, the gun was so powerful, in fact, that the bullet tore through all the tissue and planted itself in the soldier behind the front runner.

The other soldiers watched as their commander and a fellow warrior hit the ground, the had no idea where the assault had come from nowhere, it was truly a blitzkrieg, with the element of surprise gone, remaining unknown would be vital. The Ninjans scanned the immediate area, investigating where the attack could have potentially come from, as the looked left to right one of the Ninjan's eyes landed directly on Kalliste, however it was fortunate that the white suit worked even better than originally planned. They continued to search and six more rounds were let loose, finding their ways into the enemy's vital areas; heart, head, neck, etc. The soldiers scattered frantically searching for cover, some found cover in rubble, others along side buildings. As Kalliste inhaled and prepared to fire another bullet, she could suddenly see nothing out of her sight, it went completely black. As the sight was lowered, a Ninjan ship was made visible, floating a few yards directly in front of the hovering station.

Just as Kalliste began to set out for safety, two large missiles ignited and soared in the direction of the white skyscraper. It seemed as if the missiles weren't moving, they inched forward, but everything else moved slow as well, this had never happened before, Kalliste has the ability to adapt depending on a situation, but never before had she been able to process time faster. She tried to move, it pained her but she was able to move at a regular speed as everything around her was still slowed in time, the pain was great but her need to survive was greater, she neared the edge of her platform and dove of the structure, as her feet left contact, time returned to it's normal pace. She shot forwards as she preformed barrel rolls during her launch into the air. The building adjacent to the previous became nearer and nearer, it was just a yard away as Kalliste stopped spinning and prepared to break the glass in front of her. A pistol was drawn from a holster hanging by her left breast, the motion was followed by a bang and glass shattering. Immediately after the glass fell Kalliste rolled into the building, as she regained her foot she noticed Ninjans vaulting off of their ship, through the window, into the building to attack Kalliste.

Kalliste used the gun in hand to shoot the nearest attacker directly in the head, sadly the gun had no more ice bullets, and the ammo container had been destroyed. She reached for her knife that was attached to the right angle, it spun gracefully in her hand. A mad dash was made at another Ninjan, the knife easily made contact with the Ninjan's throat and stomach, the left over momentum was used to slide under the enemy as she fell to meet the ground, as she slid Kalliste kicked a taller Ninjan and she was sent backwards, however a Ninjan opposite to the now unconscious, landed a knife directly in the white hood that was stained with blood. Kalliste rolled back and pushed up on her hand, her legs wrapped around the attacker's neck, Kalliste quickly twisted her ankles and the body smacked with the floor. While staying upside down Kalliste shifted all her weight to one hand and pulled the knife embedded in the hood with her other hand. As the beauty regained her balance, a knife was thrown at the pilot of the aircraft which had been hovering at the window the entire time firing bullets. The windshield was shattered and blood splattered on what remained. The ship began to fall now that the pilot was dead. Kalliste instantly shot out of the window and into the descending cockpit, the controls were confusing, but manageable, the only problem was finding how to make it go, the ship became closer and closer to the ground, just before the collision would have happened the ship shot upward.

Now none of the other Ninjan's would suspect her, she had regained the element of surprise and intended on exhausting the element as much as she could. Kalliste now had an upper hand and planned on how to assault from the air and take down Ninjan's as they rained from the sky.

A quaint little farm from the outside, around it were fields of gold with the orange sun lighting up the sky. Farmers were trying their hardest to harvest the grain before the end of the season. Wives scurrying out from the farm to give their men a sip of water to quench their thirst. All of it but a mere façade. As soon as you opened the door of the wooden farm house you entered into a whole new world, a place that you could imagine in a royal palace. Luscious and luxuriously decorated that showed a delicate taste for the refined. The compound stretched out below the ground, but one man always preferred to feel the warm touch of the sun on his face. An aged face. His long black hair was no longer his trademark, it was replaced by medium length silver hair. His facial features had noticeably aged, showing the wisdom he had accumulated over the years.

A whiff of the aroma of his home-grown wine entered his nostrils as he swirled the crimson liquid around in his crystal glass. Retirement, relative safety from his enemies, a life filled with luxury of the wealth he earned over the years. That was how outsiders viewed it. Boredom, unexciting, and trinkets that meant little to him. That was how he viewed it. “More!” he bellowed out, losing that last bit of eloquence he had to him. A young woman rushed out with a carafe of wine pouring the wine in his glass, careful not to fill it to the rim of the glass, but to the middle as etiquette dictates.

“My lord, should we no..” Emile interrupted the man as the news displayed the images of the invasion. A smirk came to his face as he nodded at the screen “What do you see?”. The young man, his apprentice, looked at him confused “The Ninjan Queen is starting an invasion, no doubt this has something to do with Gamble” Precise interrupted the man once more. “What do you see?!” He asked in a more intimidating manner. “I see weapons of various natures, Kurrent leading the rebellion, Armors of the Ninjans our weapons could slice through” The man summed up all the details, nothing was too small or he would point it out. His training had been nigh perfect, and yet.. he missed the point entirely. “What you see is power.” Precise said in a cold blooded way “There will always be power in this world. Power is the driving force behind this invasion, the result will be control or destruction, or perhaps both. These invasions will always exist, sometimes too subtle for one to see. Be it economics, politics or just brute force. But more interesting, is what the reason for this show of power is. Love, greed, power hungry.. understanding the true nature gives the power back to you”. He brought the cold crystal to his warm lips that condensed the glass. “The most powerful weapon is to understand and manipulate your opponent”.

“Take this Ninjan queen, she has power. People will go after her and try to take it from her. But they do not understand the underlying reason. These Ninjans value their culture, their pride, their prowess. If this Ninjan Queen attacks, she will be close to losing the trust or respect of her subordinates. This is an act of desperation, she knows she cannot hold this planet. And by knowing this, you can exploit it.”

Slowly he rose from the black leathered fauteuil. His body had remained strong from the constant training with his apprentice. For years I’ve waited for an opportunity to arise to play my trump card. ‘Angelique’ he said. His ace in the deck of Gamblers cards. One of the few women that could overthrow the Ninjan queen and take control, and more importantly.. keep it. Angelique always had a regal attitude to her, an attitude Ninjans would respect if she managed to kill their queen. If their queen was killed, a new queen would be elected. And these Ninjans were no fools, picking a queen that was born on earth but adhered to the Ninjans rules would be most beneficial. They would be able to form a bridge between their and this world and sustain their rule if a human was on the throne. Everyone has a price, and the Ninjans loyalty would only extend so far. Arrow would back down once the Ninjan Queen is defeated, so would the others.

“But you would be a subordinate!” The apprentice said. “It is better to rule from the shadows. They can’t stab you in the back if they can’t see it”. Precise answered. “But why would Angelique listen to you, trust you? You had a hand in raising her but..” Precise smirked. “I’ve never told you everything about my time with the L.A.S. And my time as the right hand of Esther Cotillard. Jean Luc Lebeau wasn’t the only man she’s ever been with. Her child carries my blood, not that of her supposed father. Angelique will come to know this.. And she’ll understand why I’ve always been behind her.”

A servant came to him with his dark grey overcoat and draped it over his shoulders. “Your blood? Then why take me as your apprentice, why not her?” He looked at him confused. “The most powerful weapon is to understand and manipulate your opponent”. Emile repeated. “I can’t threaten Angelique. I have nothing to threaten her with. You, I control. You have family you love, you have things to gain, and things to lose. In time, you’ll betray me. It’s the nature of our way. But now, you’re mine.”

“Prepare my departure” He said in condescending tone. “What will you do?” the bitter apprentice asked.

Precise smirked. “What I do best, throw gasoline on the floor and wait for sometime to set off the spark”.

“Access to the vault Nicole, I need to SUIT UP.”

“You can count on me Sarah!” Nicole yelled out as she dashed out of her room.

OMG the Vault! Nicole had only been able to go in there ONLY when Sarah took her in with her, and that was only a few handful of times, most of the time it was to do a quick testing of her suit, which usually ended up Nicole catching on fire… butanyways OMG THE VAULT!

The young teenager’s heart beat in her chest as she now stood in front of the vault. Her crystal blue eyes shifted as it looked all over the door, chills down her body, she had been trying to get into the Vault since Mistress disappearance but noooooooo EVE wouldn’t let her, every time she set a step close to the Vault a ear piercing alarm would go off and then knock out gas and after that… well… she didn’t remember…

‘DOWNLOADING THE ACCESS CODES NOW NICOLE.’

Yellow lenses covered the teenagers eyes as access codes suddenly flashed before her eyes, downloading into her helmet within two seconds.

“Whoa.” She got a little dizzy from the little lightshow.

‘OK GO AHEAD.’

“Wait what?” Nicole snapped her head back. “Go ahead what?”

‘NICOLE, STOP BEING A TYPICAL TEENAGER AND PUT IN THE ACCESS CODES. WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS’

Access codes? Wha-? “You mean the lights that just flashed before my eyes!?”

‘YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T PAYING ATTENTION!?’

“ATTTENTION TO WHAT?! IT WAS JUST A BUNCH OF WORDS FLASHING IN MY EYES!”

‘THOSE WERE THE ACCESS CODES!’

Goddamn it! Why couldn’t it be something simple!? Like… a thumb scan?! Or voice recognition?! “THEN SHOW ME THEM AGAIN!”

‘NICOLE IT WAS A ONETIME DOWNLOAD THAT SARAH ACTIVATED. WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS, GO AND PUT IN THE CODES!’

Nicole took in a deep breath as she took a final step to the log in pad. It wasn’t just numbers, but letters and symbols that made it up. “Ok… how hard can this be?” she chuckled nervously to herself as she began to press buttons she thought she saw flash before her.

Suddenly the entire area flashed red as a loud ear pricing alarm went off. “ACCESS CODES DENIED, SELF DISTRCUTION IN THIRTY-SECONDS”

Her heart stopped. “HOLY GOD WHAT DID I JUST DO!?” She began to slam her hand on the pad, button smashing as if she was playing Street Fighter. “EVE WHAT DO I DO!?”

‘QUICK PUT YOUR HAND ON THE HAND PAD NEXT TO THE LOG IN PAD!’

In a half a second the teenager slammed her hand on the pad as the same lights that flashed before her eyes a few seconds ago, did so again.

“SELF DISTRUCTION DE-ACTIVATED. WELCOME HONOR GIRL.”

EVE could suddenly be heard laughing in the monitors around Nicole, echoing through the area as the Vault slowly began to open.

“I JUST HAD TO PUT MY HAND ON THE PAD!?” Nicole yelled out in anger and frustration.

‘OH COME ON ‘I’M THE GODDAMN HONOR GIRL’, IF YOU WOULD HAVE PAYED ANY ATTENTION TO THE MISSTRESS IN THE PAST, YOU WOULD KNOW THAT ONCE THE ACCESS CODES ARE DOWNLOADED INTO THE SUIT YOU JUST HAVE TO DO A HAND SCAN FOR THE CODES TO BE ENTERED IN. I COULDN’T RESIST HAVING A LITTLE FUN, IT’S TOO EASY.’ EVE continued to laugh as the doors finally opened fully.

Nicole walked in, her eyes broaden with amazement as she quickly raced into the Vault. It was unlike anything she had seen anywhere else, and yeah sure, the Honor Cave was… nice but this place… this place had class, if you would have never seen the Vault before, you could easily mistaken it for a living headquarters, only difference… this place had enough weapons to level an entire city in a few seconds. Even with Sarah gone for a time, the place was still more up to day with technology than most areas. Work area was seen where Sarah worked on her new inventions, testing area, chemical lab and omg is that a hot tub? Why didn’t Nicole ever notice it before!? Then there was the computer, and entire holographic computer built into the entire Vault that could be accessed from anywhere in the building. Damn she loved this place. “Eve connect me to Sarah.”

‘CONNECTING’

“Sarah, its Nicole, I’m in.” She spoke as she began walking to the garage where dozens of different vehicles were seen, motorcycles, luxury cars, sports cars, some sort… of weird tank thingy, even Nicole’s Honor Bullet, everything made from the hands of Sarah. Finally making her way to the outside entrance pad, she placed her hand on the scan, opening outside entrance, for Sarah. “I’m opening the outer entrance for you now.”

Sarah came on her plan, landing it gracefully in the inside runway and Nicole’s heart skipped a beat with excitement as the door of the cockpit opened up to show the Mistress Redhead herself.

“SARAH!” Nicole blurted out as she ran over to her mentor, wrapping her arms around. “OMGI'MGLADYOUROKIWASSOWORRIEDABOUTYOU!” she blurted out within two seconds.

“Its great to see you too Nicole.” Sarah hugged Nicole back for a second. “No problems getting inside I take it?” she let go as she began walking off towards the area where she kept her different battle suits.

With a nervous giggle Nicole stood outside of the area. “Na, it was a piece of cake.” She spoke up a little louder so Mistress could hear her. Even though she TOTALLY almost blew up her vault thanks to Eve.

Hearing the footsteps of MR the young teenager stood tall as she saw her mentor walk out in her purple and silver suit, the one that Tony Stark himself helped create for Sarah. Still holding on her helmet with one hand she was moving her free hand around, as if checking the motor skills of the suit were still intact.

“So where are we going?” The student looked up to her teacher, eyes lit up. “I’m ready to kick some Ninjan butt and send them home crying!” she pulled up her fists.

Sarah quickly looked down at her apprentice, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Your not coming with me.”

The words hit Nicole hard, her heart sank, why wasn’t she going? Was she not good enough to go with her? “But-“ She couldn’t’ even get a word in.

“I need you to stay here, and watch over the Vault, there are too many dangerous weapons and powered technology that I don’t want the Ninjan’s to grab a hold of if they decided to attack Champion Island. If that happens, I need someone to protect this place. This is just as important to me as if you were going into the fight out there with me.”

Nicole wanted to yell out against it, yell out ‘But I’m the goddamn Honor Girl’ to her. But she knew trying to go against Sarah was out of the question, and she didn’t want to already get on her bad side. Nodding her head she looked down for a second. “Got it, I’ll watch over the shiny toy’s.” she gave a small grin as she looked back at MR. “You can count on me!”

With that Sarah smiled as she slipped her helmet on and made her way back out into the fight, leaving Nicole and EVE to watch over the Vault.

Charles was ready in every way, his emotion was excitement ready to take this all on and put it down, he was also mentally prepared. To add to his strong emotion and his determination and focus was the fact that was a walking nuke, with all the gadgets and toys. Something that was very important was he had part of the Essence of Cain, though he would choose not to use it, if there was time when that was his last chance he would use it, but he was ready oh so ready. It was all completed with his new “ally”, a Ninjan warrior. Charles felt wrong in a way controlling the Ninjan, he was his own being, but Charles needed all the help he could get.

As they flew to the UK, they began to see the change. He thought the U.S. was doing badly, but as he crossed the pacific, he saw the change in the sky from the grey smoked sky to new burning amber raining over it all. Not only the sky was changed, it was the enemies. There were still Ninjans, but to addition to the Aliens were witches, demons, dragons, extinct animals roaming the land as though it was their era of time. The Ninjan soared through the sky faster than a jet plane, each turn was precise and accurate, he had done it all his life and it was instinct. “Sir you have arrived to your destination,” His trusted bot. Charles shouted through the winds towards the Ninjan’s ear, “Land there,” Charles pointed right before the Ninjan closed his arms and he allowed gravity to take its course, they were falling at such a tremendous speed Charles gripped around the Ninjan tightly, he mask almost came off before he pulled it down. As he looked below on the city of London, he saw where the Ninjan was heading the bell tower, “Easy…..Eas……EASY!!!” The Ninjan decreased speed abruptly, ending with Charlie jolting forward. He easily drifted onto the tower, the scenery was depressing. The people ran for their lives, the women cried as the men tried to what little heroes they were. The buildings burned as bright as the crimson sky and the noise burrowed through Charlie’s ears. “Charlie this may be a lost cause,” The bot said and Charles almost thought he could hear the bot feeling the same emotion he was. “No, this is not a lost cause, it needs our help, but I’m merely just one man and this spreads all over the UK.” Charles looked around through the smoking air. “Listen Carefully, I want you to send a distress signal of highest urgency to each team, hero, sidekick, agencies, even get a hold of neutrals and villains, this affects everyone. Tell them this,” The bot pressed a button to record his speech and voice, “People of Earth, if you haven’t noticed we are under attack, an attack none of us were prepared for, this is not an attack on good or evil, this is an invasion,” The noises of screams, guns, and everything in the background was heard, “what I’m doing is asking for assistance. I want, no I need anyone and everyone the United Kingdom is on the urge of falling, some of you might not show up, I understand that, but understand this it’s the UK right now, it’ll affect you later.” Charles pauses and the bot stops the recording. “Sir, 2 seems to be the safest place to wait.” “Who said anything about waiting; we have no time to wait.”

He faced the Ninjan warrior, “It’s nice to have one of you on my side, so now go out there and destroy all those creatures!” The Ninjan planted his feet lowered his stance then blasted off towards a dragon. He swung down at the dragon’s back; there was loud sound as his fist made contact with its spine. All Charles saw was the dragon falling down and crashing into the ocean. The Ninjan continued to fight; he swung his mace around knocking out three demons. “Sir, wouldn’t it be easier for you to have him facing the Ninjans with you.” Charles paused as he let out a short sigh, “I couldn’t dare put that trauma on him when I let him go of the control.” “Indeed sir.”

The red raider glided through the air as he landed on a street covered in chaos and distress. With Dr. Frost’s freeze ray in one hand and an electric high advanced stun gun in the other, he was ready. As one Ninjan advanced towards him, he fired the freeze ray. It fell to the floor, Charles shot out the electric gun at his face and it began to barbeque. This all catching the attention of two other invaders, Charles had to think fast he fired the ray at the one on the left it dropped to the floor, but as he tried to aim for the other one it was already in front of him. It swung making contact with his chest; Charles rushed through the air going through a light post and only being stopped by a building’s wall. Charles fell to the ground after impact, he tried to rise as both his hands and knees were on the cement pavement he began to cough up blood. Shocked at first, he knew he couldn’t give up. As he stood there wobbling as his knees shook just from his own weight, he coughed up a bit more blood then smirked at the Ninjan. “That’s all you got Ninjan?” as Charles predicted this caused the Ninjan to go to a blind fury, which he would not be able to think straight, as the Ninjan rushed once again he left open a perfect opportunity. He swung, but Charles swiftly dodged it fire the stun at full blast, the Ninjan yelled in horror as Charles smelt the burning flesh. Charles took a quick glimpse in the sky 6 more Ninjans were chasing him, he began to run. As he ran at full speed, he looked in the sky to see his ‘ally’ about to get attacked from the back. Charles shouted in his communicator, “Watch Your BACK!!!” The Ninjan turned so elegantly so precise, he caught the attack right before it hit him, he then slammed his elbow on the huge demon at it and it fell as well. The Ninjan couldn’t help, but smirk he was joined with Charles doing the same.

The Ninjans were right on The Red Raider’s tail as he took a sharp turn, he threw a smoke pellet losing three in the confusion and he continued to test his endurance limit as he was going harder than ever. As one Ninjan was about to grab him, he made a 180 planting an explosive on his neck. The Ninjan was blown to pieces as the others staggered to follow The Crimson hero. Charles made a sequence of lefts and rights as the others tried to follow; he opened up a sewer hatch and jumped in. He rest against the wall covered in residue gripping his ribs, “Have you received any replies to the signal.” Charles coughed more blood, “Let me check sir.” Charles tried to ease the pain, trying to stay comfortable. “Sir, maybe you should wait for reinforcements.” “I told you, we can’t wait!” “But sir, you received substantial damage and fro the look of it each move is making it worse.” “These are the days when we shall see who really are the heroes.” Charles replied as he climbed up the sewer hatch and back into the Chaos, “Initiate STEALTH MODE for me.” Charles said before exiting. “Already on it sir,” the bot replied. Charles rushed quickly over to an alley and onto another fire escape, once on it he climbed onto the roof. As once again he looked over the chaotic scenery he began to fire both the stun gun and freeze ray at dragons, Ninjans, demons, and witches. He was giving all he had, he could not, no he would not let this place fall, not under his watch.

The exaggeratedly decorated designer doors gradually parted down the center allowing the adumbrate figure access into the Legendary Hellfire Club. Without warning the resonating vibration of a small piece of metal bouncing off the unpolished lounge floor was quickly followed by an eruption of  chemical chaos. Causing the intruder to frantically clutch at her clothing in a vein attempt to mask the lower portions of her face. Almost instantly the pharmaceutical pheromones progressed through her body down her lungs inflaming her upper respiratory system. Sending her body into shock as it convulsed uncontrollably, her muscles spasmodically splintering as the bodies natural defenses tried to ward of the foreign inhalant the only way it knew how, by shutting down. Relegated to the floor her violently disturbing gasps for air mirrored that of a fish out of water. As she suffered her last breath her hand shakily removed the satin shaw draped around her mouth. "Ssshe......told..told...me........" her final words drifting off into the air as she faded away with a nightmarish look of confusion painted on her face.

She had been a nameless victim, just another pawn in the Last LeBeau's twisted endeavor of revenge. Having been manipulated into believing her missing family had found shelter within the notorious house of pleasure she eagerly volunteered to inspect the area. Never knowing she had been in the company of a sociopath who's superficial charm had led many an ignorant fool to rest.  Meanwhile, the Vatican Assassin nimbly traversed the support beams up in the rafters exhibiting uncanny balance and dexterity. Needing time to allow for the poison gas to dissipate. For although the Last LeBeau had spent years building up an immunity to most known toxins she was well aware of the Radical Raven's pension for impractical poisons. A scholarly herpetologist, Cassidy's finite understanding of complex chemical compound equations allowed her a free-styling method of extrapolation. Cassidy's scientific ingenuity ranked her amongst the brightest young minds in the field, leaving one to wonder had her life not taken such a dramatic turn by the hand of Jean Luc LeBeau, where her station would have placed her.

Remaining crouched the LeBeau Legacy's triple joints coiled like a Cobra in anticipation for the precise moment to ambush her prey. Knowing that despite he exterior displaying a shield of confidence it was in the Raven's nature to feel remorse over the involuntary loss of an innocent life. As her eyes tracked the gadget tooting assassin her mind gingerly floated off, drifting back in time to when sisters held not contempt, but love. Together they attended their studies within the LaS installation, their bond stronger then blood. Recollecting one of the rare times in which their father, Jean Luc, had collectively taken the young group of would be assassin to the zoo in order to witness the pure unbridled fury nature had bestowed upon her creations. While the rest of the group were enamored with the ferocity of the alpha male Lion, something else entirely had captivated Cassidy's attention. A youthful member of the pride who had been gravelly injured during an apparent attempt to claim the pride as his own to the determent of his own well being. Hobbled, the one eye'd lions depth perception was destroyed making it all but impossible to fend for himself. Tilting her head to the side the Raven's Talon observed the creatures movements, reading its body language like she had been taught to do. Immediately noticing the slight heir of confidence that lingered within its crippled body.

Placing his firm hand on the prodigies shoulder, Jean Luc questioned her, "Tell me chere, what is it about dis particular Lion dat has you so enthralled?" Looking up at the Cajun she began to break it down. Explaining how everyone else saw nothing but a shell, a weak defeated creature waiting for the day when the pride would finish the job. "But dats not what you see, now is it?" his rhetorical question prompting Cassidy to respond, "No père (father) I see an animal biding its time. Hiding in plain sight. Its the basic fundamentals of survival. When strong appear weak, and when weak, appear strong....."

Casually the LeBeau Legacy's consciousness drifted back  just as the poisonous gas began to dissipate. In a flash the acrobatic beauty launched herself from the ceiling with her arms extended in a swan like position. Bringing her hands together over her head turning her sword into an elongated spear Angelique targeted the top of Cassidy's head. The game of death had begun.

Warsaw, Poland. 30 minutes before start of Invasion.

It had been a long night so far. In fact, it seemed as if all of Warsaw was intent on testing the very limits of one bouncer's restraints. He had put up with two transvestites with anger management problems, three con-men, about a half-dozen witless teenagers, a couple of people pretending to be "old friends" with him, and a handful of "mobsters". Over half had been silenced with a fist to the face. The rest had at least had the common sense to walk away from a confrontation with the gargantuan Russian. Next up was a large Polish man. His body looked overweight on the surface, but the bouncer had seen the type before. Deceptively solid muscle mass. Like the rest of them, he was pissed off and already half-drunk. Bar hopper.

"<I.D. and credit card, Sir.>"

"<Why? None of them other bars required them.>"

"<Just policy, Sir. Now, your I.D. and->"

"<F**k your I.D.!>” The Polish man, thinking he was tough, shoved at the Russian’s shoulder with his hand. Much to his surprise, the beefstick didn’t budge a centimeter. Crossing his arms, the Russian stared down at him with a grimace. “<I suggest you leave now, Sir. My boss gives me free reign to deal with people who decide to make trouble.>”

Of course, this didn’t work. Trying to prove his manhood in front of the ladies in line, the man threw a punch at the bouncer. The fist was caught, and with a sickening crunching noise, the entire arm was turned in a 180 degree arc. Before he could scream, a boot to his abdomen sent him flying back onto the street. “<Thank you, Sir. Have a nice day.>” The Russian motioned with two fingers for the line to keep moving.

“<I.D. and cred card, Ma->“ The sky darkened, and alien ships appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The Russian almost immediately went into combat mode. Grabbing the woman in front of him, he tossed her lightly behind him, turning and curling his body over her as a massive bolt of energy came flying down. It struck him on the back, but failed to do little more than burn a hole in the back of his shirt. Turning to an older man, also Russian, he switched from Polish to Russian. “<Yuri, I need you to empty the nightclub. Get everyone, including these people here, out of the city. If necessary, find transport and keep going until you all are safe. I’m going to go handle this.>” Running off, the carpenter’s hammer on his belt flew up into his hand. A red light surrounded it, and its handle grew considerably in length. The head took on a rectangle shape, likewise multiplying greatly in size. By the time it was done, it resembled something out of a tale of fantasy. Gripping it in one hand, he pushed off the ground with both feet, rocketing up into the air.

A troop carrier was his first victim. The hammer tore into the side of the vehicle, caving it inwards. Setting both feet in the hole, what was inside surprised him. They were mostly women. “<No matter. A woman who invades my planet is a woman worth destroying.” The carrier took a nosedive, barely able to handle the increased burden on it. Holes started to appear in the hull as the Russian let loose on them. Bodies flew out left and right. Looking behind him, he noticed that they were close to the ground. While he could survive it, he couldn’t’ waste time getting out of a wreck. Pushing off, he took flight. Hovering for a few moments, he noticed a group of them advancing on a rapidly fleeing crowd of humans. They were halfway across the city. He went supersonic, causing a loud booming sound. Within the blink of an eye, his boots landed on the back of an invader. The ground caved in where he’d landed, causing several of the invaders to stumble. His hammer was clutched in his right hand, his left hand holding her head down. Slowly, he stood, giving them time to raise their weapons and open fire.

The guns had force behind their shots, he’d give them that much. But all they accomplished was making his body slowly stagger backwards, rapidly turning his shirt to tatters. When the shirt was gone, scorch marks began to appear on his body, as if they were shooting at solid metal, not flesh. After they finished, his lips curled into a frightening grin. “Moj povorot.”

With surprising speed for someone of his size, he brought the hammer up from his side, slamming the head into the gut of one of the women. As she was lifted off the ground and into the air, he slammed the bottom of the handle into the face of another. A fist struck him across the jaw, making his head jerk sideways. Looking at the one who did it, he chuckled. “Impressivno.” His left hand curled into a fist, then collided with her face. The fact that it didn’t cave in under 20,000 tons of force told him that these invaders were much more durable than his normal opponent. Nonetheless, she flew like a ragdoll. Blocking the swing of a weapon with the shaft of his hammer, he headbutted the person holding it, ducking to the side as a sword whizzed by his head. Grabbing the arm that wielded it, he snapped it in two places, and then tossed the body it was attached to over his shoulder. Combat gradually sped up. Energy shots were re-directed by a block of his hammer, bodies were tossed like dolls by his hands. It was a frightening sight that the invaders clearly were not prepared for.

Then there was one. Dmitri had to give it to these invaders. For women, they had balls. She still held her weapon tight in her grip, refusing to run away, even when very obviously outmatched. Placing his hammer onto the ground, he opened his arms, an overconfident grin on his face. “Dobro posle jetogo, suka. Prideno na menja.” She clearly didn’t understand his Russian, but understood the challenge from another warrior clear as day. She dropped her weapon and ran at him, and he mimicked this, his feet leaving large imprints in the road as they ran towards each other.

Then, they clashed. The man held back on purpose, savoring the moment. Their hands clutched together as both pushed towards their opponent, trying to force them to lose their footing. His laugh started out as a chuckle, then slowly grew louder as he exerted more and more force. Her footing began to slip, causing her to slide backwards under the superior strength of the Russian titan. He tightened his grip on her hands, making her bend down to one knee. It was the only submission he needed to satisfy his pride. Releasing her hands, he grabbed her head in his hand and lifted her half-limp body. Slowly, he started to turn in a circle. He gradually sped up until he was at a necessary enough speed. Positioning his arm so that it was pointed upwards, he let her body fly. It rocketed through the air and collided with another troop carrier, tearing a clean hole through it.

When he finally got over the thrill of the fight, he remembered the civilians. Currently, they were hiding behind a building from another group of invaders. Running over to their hiding spots, he placed his back against the wall, finding the nearest person. It was a younger woman that reminded him of one of his past loves. “<Alright, listen close. I’m going to halt their advance. I want you to take this group and run. Make for the city limits, and keep going until you are safe. Understood?>” She nodded slowly. “Prevoshodno.”

Walking out into the street, he placed his hammer on his back and dug his feet into the street. Moving his hands, he made the street itself rise up on all sides of the group of invaders. Pushing his hands together, he made them connect at the top, forming an asphalt box around them. Turning to the buildings, he pulled two office buildings down on top of the makeshift box, crushing it downwards. It took a considerable amount of effort and concentration, and left him feeling dizzy afterwards. Staggering backwards, he placed his hands against the wall, bracing himself as a wave of fatigue washed over his body. He stood there for a few minutes, recovering. Shaking his head, he turned to see that the woman had indeed listened to him.

He went to rejoin the fight when something stopped him in his tracks. “Aleksandra.” In all of the chaos, he’d forgotten to go see if his fiancée was safe. Crouching down, he pushed off, taking flight. He needed to find Aleksandra, and fast.

SOLACE CITY. FLORENCE BOULEVARD

"I should...destroy this planet!" Sha screamed at Shinji. He dismissed her comment, knowing if she could destroy the planet with such ease it would already be done. No Ninjan Fleet. No small invasion. No attempts to invade Solace City. Shinji knew she was bluffing. Sha had plans and Shinji knew he just foiled one of them. To accommodate her torso wound Sha descended from the sky toward the destroyed boulevard. Shinji mirrored her descent with a pleased smirk. As their heels touched ground Sha continued her pointless jabs, befitting the petty woman Shinji believed her to be. So human and so bitter. "You. Think you're great because you’re the emperor of something I created, you and Maya are no different…no more hand-outs”

As Shinji snickered at Sha's prepubescent snark, a blur whizzed past his peripherals to his left. The anomaly registered as his newest teammate Surkit, charging full speed at Sha to spear her to the ground. Removing Sha's blood from his blade with one clean, swift swipe to the crumbled road, Shinji broke off into a sprint behind Surkit to assist his attack. Sha managed to render herself intangible with a light projection and Surkit slipped through her. This left him open to attack so Sha fired light beams at his exposed back. Quickly thrusting his right hand forward, Shinji erected a cosmic dome around Surkit, deflecting Sha's beams away from his compromised teammate.

"Friends huh?" Sha remarked, taking off into sprint, initiating an interesting game of chicken with Shinji. With another comment dismissed, Shinji sheathed his Wakizashi wondering if this Ninjan Warlord was already defeated. Her remarks seemed more catered to catty teenage girls. Maybe it was her blood loss...or his close surveillance of her during their Trinity stint that killed the intimidating enigma that used to surround the alien women, but it had no effect in their battle and no effect on the psyche of a Zen-minded man like Shinji.

While sprinting forward, a bright light projection of Sha appeared before him. Using the uneven ground for solid blocking action to plant his feet, he instinctively leapt into the air and utilized the top of Sha's head as vault support to perform a one-handed handspring. Pushing off her dome with his single hand he sprung forward. He accelerated his mid-air acrobatic evasion by tucking-in, accelerating his flip with rapid somersaults until he completed his Handspring Front Salto with a stick landing in front of Surkit. Arms extended for a nano second to sustain his balance, before he spun around to face Sha.

Unexpectedly. A powerful gust of wind at Category 4 Hurricane speed, slammed against Surkit and Shinji. Quickly sheathing his Katana, he created a shield to protect and anchor both him and Surkit to the ground while object were being ripped and thrown around them. Rending metal echoed loudly throughout the city like a rumbling blue whale and Shinji identified her attack. "A magnetic vacuum...She's escaping!" He yelled to Surkit over the whirring wind and metallic commotion. As quick as the vortex occurred it disappeared and to no surprise Sha was out of sight.

Sha left her impression with Solace City's destruction. Surveying the city ruin, Shinji wondered how he would rebuild or even if he should. This was Maya's city, literally. He dismissed the idea until after the war ended and all the damage had been done. "That doesn't look like a Ninjan vessel, but I'm not taking any chances." Surkit concluded, charging his fist with electromagnetic energy. Surkit was right. Shinji broke from his contemplation and gazed into the sky as a space cruiser hovered above the cities electrocosmic barrier. Surkit and Shinji knew the routine. The intruders ships were put on standby outside the shield and the invaders slipped through the barrier with electrocosmic resistant armor or shields.

Two blips made their descent and as they dropped altitude, Shinji noticed they were male and female, both well-trained trained from their flawless sky-diving technique. When they landed They opened raised their hands to their sides and opened their palms. They were unarmed and not looking for a fight, but both had an advanced rifle and dual pistols clipped at there back and waist. "Shinji Tsukazaki. Celine Croisseux, Commander of the-- " Her Parisian accent was thick, but her English was crisp. "We work with MONARCH and we're are here to save your country and this planet." A smirk stretched across her copper skin as she continued her claim, Shinji wasn't sold on the understatement. "As we speak, we have three naval fleets gunning down the Ninjan warships occupying your Utopian airspace." She wasn't lying, Surkit and Shinji glanced into the sky past Solace City's electrocomsic field and watched obsidian-colored cruiser ships lighting the sky green and blue, performing aeronautical acrobatics to combat the remaining Ninjan warships.

"What's your ulterior motive?"Shinji stepped forward eying Celine's copper-skinned agent at her left flank. They both held exotic features and Shinji could tell they were both bi-racial like himself. Celine clearly Parisian and African while her blonde haired partner was possibly Russian mixed with African. But the biggest question remained. What the hell was MONARCH?

Celine smiled expressing clear satisfaction. "We need your resources as much as you need ours. The private Cerulean research facility you and your family constructed in the Drakensburg Mountains. I'd like to break out a friend of both of ours."

His families Cerulean research projects were confidential and solely discussed through encrypted digital files. MONARCH did their research. Hard research and skilled surveillance. Narrowing his eyes his interest in these two MONARCH agents and their entire organization occupied his psyche entirely.

London

Hurtling towards his mothers location the prince of power burned through the streets of London at his maximum speed. Today was not a day to hang around and he had already put some serious miles in. Arriving at an undisclosed location Edward stops appearing almost from thing air to the average eye. Reaching out to the security pad he hears one of the guards mumble something " Look who showed up to the party." Edward would usually brush a statement off like this, but today his patience had already worn thin and in the blink of an eye a loud crack echoed through the alley. Shaking his hand a little Edward looked at the guard and spoke " Have you forgot who your talking to?, I'am both your prince and your superior corporal. Now i suggest you get some ice on that and think about how lucky you are that i don't have you put on Corgis duty, you hear me?" the guard looked up at the Champion "Sir yes sir".

Passing through the various defences towards the war room in which the prime minister his mother and various other officials now sat, Edward finally got to where he needed to be. " Right I'am here gather your free forces at the Tower of London ASAP and have them form up behind me. I don't have time for pleasantries today iam afraid i have several other cities that need my help so lets just get this started. Scribbling down something on a piece of paper he then added " here's my communicator information so we can keep in contact. Now if you excuse me i have a battle to be fighting enjoy your tea."

Tower of London

"Fire everything you got at them, keep them held at the bridge i will do what i can this end." Edward found himself in front of a makeshift barricade made from overturned Double decker buses flanked by banks of soldiers. Edward reached for a his sword its blue glow faint in the day light he charged headlong into the invading force in front of him. Turning his wrist a few times it felt strong it would have to be today. before the champion could make a move his communicator sparked into life picking up some sort of rogue cry for help

“People of Earth, if you haven’t noticed we are under attack, an attack none of us were prepared for, this is not an attack on good or evil, this is an invasion,”“what I’m doing is asking for assistance. I want, no I need anyone and everyone the United Kingdom is on the urge of falling, some of you might not show up, I understand that, but understand this it’s the UK right now, it’ll affect you later.”

Quickly pulling his communicator to his lips the champion replied "This is Edward Windsor of the champions of peace, i have a small but well armed force with me located at the tower of London side of tower bridge. Large oncoming force inbound we are about to get tied up real soon. If your in need of ammo or meds come to my location, I have reinforcements inbound." Typing into his communicator frantically the champion manges to type to fast messages.

"Passcode.. Windsor Hotel Romeo Hotel 1 745 2. engage and deploy prototypeto my location"

Followed by

"Champion this is Edward any free members get to my location ASAP we have a war on our hands"

His false body complimented her on her knowledge of the mystic arts and it's ways. “Your understanding of magic is seconded to none you may have even surpassed myself with the knowledge you have gained, but…you’re understanding of my magic is almost non existent.” he continued with a release of breathe, “Your still not playing the game right, a dimensional rift will only effect anything re-entering from another plain of existence, so you answered my first question about where you had sent the empire, it is not off planet but in another dimension. You should know as well as I do that the land would only further my magic in fact the land would be the power source for the rift not myself as it channels my magic and no only a fool would link their magic allowing a domino effect to occur, I do not work like that as you should know, each link is separate and from another time some stronger then others but never the same . As for my foot hold within this plane, well that’s another matter.” his explanation was perfect but rather flawed. "Arrow you should know, regardless of the link being separated they are still connected by the forces of magic that you use and marked by your echoes, strings attach. Cut one you take them all done. Interfering with one land in the way you explain will ultimately affect the others, blood magic is stronger than the regular norm but it is also more parasitic, it flows and connect like the source of the magic." she returned the smile that was sent towards her. "Cats out of the bag. You prove rather useful, so thank you Arrow." as she responded to his comment about informing her of his intricate plans, she sent a direct message towards Sayomi on how to counter it. When asking his puppet Renegade lantern about the death casualties he smiled taunted her, “And you think I did it all for you…that’s cute. I am only a bad dealer because you my dear are playing the wrong. You wish to have vengeance then by all means seek it out take a stroll down that path…. You have your limits too and sadly they come when you try to lead, you know my nature but here you are diving in head strong…as if I revealed everything when we first started talking…it’s so like me to just ramble on about my plans……….”he took a large pause waiting to see if it was skinning in “Second this is no mere projection, something you should have easily picked up from my scent.”.

“Now your final request, I would love to stay and fight, but I have things to do. As a leader you will understand what that means, oh and don’t worry I won’t even open that rift I was taking about, I have bought myself enough time now. Thanks again…you could always try and stop me from leaving…but would you look at that." before he vanish Nozomi gave off specific words. "Well you wanted my attention didn't you?" she responded with a smirk across her face. "I sense it's a copy, a 'false projection' just one of your disposable body bags. But I also sense another, a witch, filling your mind with a mental virus, her essence is clearly lingering on to yours. Just as your magic tries to grasp me within their hands but to no avail. Is that why your a little off Arrow? Can't take two on? Or better yet dispose of her for me? Go on, take care of her, but I promise I won't stay here long, I'll come for your head, and if I'm still not satisfy I'll come for Rina, surely she'll be fun to play with." a threat that ended with the arrival of the ninjan space shifts orbiting ahead in the skies, dropping down multiple powered females.

"Silly girls." unsheathing her blade from it's cover she revealed her legendary weapon the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, the sword of Susanoo the Shinto god of the sea and storm. Her blade reflects the purple aura that fills the skies as well as mirroring a ninjan's face, charging behind her. As the flying huntress draws closer, inches away, Nozomi moves in a left 90 degree spin, grabbing onto the flying maiden's hair and lands on her back with her feet pressing on the girl's shoulder blades. The ninjan loses her momentum as her body crashes into the ground leaving a ground trail behind, Nozomi holds grip as she pulls on the ninjan's hair for balance. Lifting her head up, Nozomi kisses the ninjan forehead and whispers a soft message before slitting her throat with the godly blade "May your blood, bring forth new life." she watches as the red crimson blood joins the other that lost their life, in due time it would flow along with the tears of others, and mark as a ground of memory nothing but faint grim memories.

Jumping in the air, her body floats softly with the winds, pushing her blade forward with in mid-air she pierces the abdomen of a passerby ninjan, and falls back to the ground in a graceful fashion. As she collects herself back to her feet, a magnetic pulse strikes her from behind, struggling to maintain her stance, she grips onto her will and fights through the pain enough for her to utilize the fame Nakamura technique, flower diversion. Her body dissolves into a burst of flower petals that strikes the ninjan, cutting the flesh as it brings in a beautiful pain. Similar to how a sand manipulator would strike, the petals shrivels at the enemy's body and constantly swirls around, once the ninjan falls to her knee, Nozomi recollects herself and appears in front of her. Staring down at her opponent with an expression holding no empathy she uses her ability to manipulate the element of air to precisely control sound waves, striking a sonic vibration that erupted the ear drum in the ninjan, the silent but deadly attack causes the foe to become deaf, but the ninjan still heard the constant ringing sensation of death calling her name, "Good night, love." Nozomi says as she spins in a 360 motion with her blade stretched out, decapitating the ninjan. The ninjan's blood trails down her sword just as her head rolls to the ground, as she winds the blood out with a thrust to the air. Using the blood of the dead ninjan she uses it as a mystical compass to track down the thin mystical trail of Arrow. Speaking her native tongue she utters a phrase that sparked the magic within the blood, blood magic. "Blood of one, blood of all, find the one I seek, show them all." the blood that was fan from her blade and the remaining stain on her sword met in the ground as it moved in an unnatural way, forming a symbolic shape of his location. The blood then collects into a puddle that acted as a now scrying glass, allowing Nozomi to witness Arrow in a remote viewing fashion. There she saw Gambler as well as the witch she sensed before, Duchess.

Then she saw a portal formed that released multiple dragons, ferocious with a crazed girl leading them, Rina. A grin stretched across the empress face as the killing of the two was going to be easier than she thought, "Round up together my piggies, because the big bad wolf is coming." with that said the blood returned to it's normal state, nothing but crimson liquid, but Nozomi's eyes glowed the same crimson color. The blood that flowed through the grounds began quickly encasing her and thus she vanish with an explosion of blood flows left behind. A massive single raindrop of blood spilled formed from the skies as it froze in mid-air for the viewers below to see, it pop and the liquids swam down to the ground, she made her appearance revealing the godly light that was bless upon her from the goddess of the sun, she was in a location unknown to her but somewhere over Spain for sure. "Arrow are you still hiding?" she teased as she saw the projection down below, a replica, but she turned her head as she saw Rina, "Hey little Rina wanna taste a real treat? I'm sure you'll like this one very much...... the taste of death!" revealing her blade the empress swoops down and hopes to collide in force with Rina as she circumvents around the forces of the dragons between her and the chaotic teenager.

Solace City

The city was barren, the streets were ruined, any civilians had been evacuated, been hiding, or had been claimed by the afterlife. The bodies of the Utopians were scattered throughout the landscape. Just examining the lost lives pained Kalliste, she flew in between the buildings with lightning fast speed. The wind filled the cabin, entering through the shattered windshield of the Ninjan aircraft. Speeding past the windows while attacking any Ninjans she saw, Kalliste came to a halt as spotted a bewildered Surkit and Shinji. Standing across from them were two foreign looking attackers, except their guns laid holstered at their sides instead of equipped in hands, she determined it was friendly and continued on her path for annihilation of the Ninjans.

Kalliste shot through the sky and skyscrapers continued to blur into one solid wall, at the end of the to walls, a dark sea was illuminated, as if it was conjured out of nowhere. As Kalliste broke away from the buildings grip, she found herself floating above naval fleets that she was not prepared for. Bullets whizzed by as a bright streak lighting up the sky as it slowly became darker. Her idea of stealing a Ninjan ship was currently working against her, how could she signal that she was not the enemy, and instead just impersonating a foe in order to destroy a mother ship. While thinking of every possible solution bullets continued to zoom past the nimble ship. Kalliste decided it would be impossible to get close enough to signal that she was not an enemy without being destroyed. That problem could be ignored, as long as they were not harming the city, they were paid no mind.

The commandeered Ninjan ship flew ascended into the sky, searching for the mother ship which was responsible for being the city's main destroyer, as the aircraft broke through the wall of smoke and filth, the threat had been spotted. The mother ship was bigger than anyone could have anticipated, it must have been longer than the length of multiple football fields. It could have passed for a floating cruise ship, however this "cruise ship" had alien turrets mounted on almost every surface, and a mass of metal cords floating beneath it. Other true Ninjan ships flew under the ship to be greeted by the tentacles, they were slowly pulled up into what must have been the ships hangar, there was no feasible plot Kalliste could fabricate to take down the ship externally. If she was going to bring it down, she would have to attack it from the inside, the only problem was that she had no idea what could possibly be waiting for her after she was taken by the ship's tentacle cords.

There was no choice, one life for the survival of thousands, Kalliste made the choice to attempt a take down the monstrous beast of a ship from the inside. A blue flame thrust the Ninjan ship forward, the sounds of Kalliste's heart beat filled the cockpit, and the noised only echoed louder as she neared. When the tentacles were only yards away her controls stopped working, the ship began to slow, there was no turning back now.

The metal cords wrapped the smaller ship as if it were a mummy, the aircraft's power shut off and the vessel began to raise. A wave of heat hit Kalliste, she must have been brought in, as she was being taken, her earpiece buzzed with static. The static reminded her,"This is Kalliste, if anyone can hear me, and is available, I have boarded the mother ship and I request assistance." As the last word slipped from her mouth the tentacles began to unravel, in the gaps between the metal she saw that the mother ship must have a lot of smaller, individual hangars, because only three other ships were in the shared hangar, and only one Ninjan was in the room. Before any alarm could be raised, Kalliste broke two levers from the ships interior and threw them directly at the lone foe. The two jagged, makeshift throwing knives buried themselves in the Ninjans palms, attaching him to the wall behind him, she instantly vaulted out of the aircraft with graced and sprinted to her enemy. She pulled out one lever, and the Ninjan attempted to land a right hook, she instinctively dropped in a spin and spun back up only to decapitate the Ninjan. She would wait, but not long to see if anyone would be willing to help her destroy the mother ship.

California.

“You got me, because you’re not relevant enough for the Ninjan Queen anymore” The Knight teased watching as the plan slowly began run its course. The fire nymph rocketed into the sky with her white flames. The raven haired Ninjan smirked, pushing her hands out left, she created a psi-saber. Pushing the light constructed blade clashed with Nova’s, the ground shattering impact caused, Z to lose her foot. The barrage of damage that came with the slight quake, bruised the knight badly, but unlike Sha, the more damage Z took; the better she fought.

Rising from the debris, she arose with her eyes flashing a faultless purple. The blue eco began flowing through her arms. Pushing her hands back behind her, the psi energy plowed right through the earth. Picking up a moderate sprint, the knight dashed towards Nova; 4 feet out, a huge psi beam, shot diagonally from the ground, in which she vaulted on top of. The knight ran swiftly, up the psi blades, feeling as if she completely outclassed Nova, jumping from one beam of energy to the next, she fired huge daggers of energy burst downwards towards Nova, trying to imprison the fire goddess in a psi death trap.

“All Californian Ninjan Units retreat” Z said, landing off to the side of her hellish trap. Pushing her hands forward, the Ninjan Knight fired a sonic gust of energy that would hopefully cause more damage to the fire goddess.

As the two giants fought, the Ninjan females began to retreat to their ships, the ones who had ships anyways. Z smirked the heroes of the world took to the Ninjan invasion much like Sha said they would. Arrogantly, most of them hacked and slashed their way through the Ninjan forces with ease. That’s how humans thought; they were so quick to act without thinking about the 4 and 5 steps.

As the Ninjan forces retreated in California, Z remained fighting Feral Nova, as she knew what was going to happen next.

Washington D.C

“Bring your strengths here and I will follow it with my own” Arrow said, before vanishing within the realm of darkness. The time had come; heroes all across the world had fought Ninjans and genetically mutated beings alike, all for the purpose of defending their home world. Much like she predicted, they went full force in attacking, and bringing the Ninjans on their knees; they were purposely sacrificed. “All remaining Ninjan Units Retreat” She said, over her ecosphere.

Sha removed her Armani cloak and tossed it on the floor. Cauterizing her wounds from her spat with Mercury, she moved forward with the next part of their plan. Flying high into the air above the Washington Monument Sha pushed her hands towards the sky. Her ability over light would aid her once again, as she triggered the son’s magnetic field, increasing the amount of Solar flares that was given off by the solar giant.

Next was the coming of storms, pushing her hands North and South, she triggered the Earth’s north and South poles. Destroying the world came to her mind, but this was a planet that Arrow had already deemed his; she hated Arrow, but wouldn’t go back on their agreement this far into the game. Reversing the polarity on the poles temporarily, she created a massive tidal wave that would crush the Atlantic Ocean coast.

“Dispatch the “Titans” Sha said, smiling. Her teaming with Final Arrow, had its plus, the Ninjans were a plan to simply tire the heroes of Earth out; now they would have to deal with a genetically engineered Ninjan Queen Army. What separated this army from the other; was that they poessed the same battle wit and same powers as the Ninjan Queen. Thousands of them began getting dispatched all over the world, raining from the sky, the New Ninjan Army landed, to takeover where they’re sisters had failed with the exception of Japan. The funny thing about it, was she knew people were going to try, and dowse the Sha’s with water, which would simply be a futile effort.

Spain

The heavens parted, and a huge beam shot down from the sky; follow by hundreds of what looked like people. The Sha in charge of this battle front had landed, bearing a royal crest of Ninjeta, with a smile on her face; she pointed out towards Barcelona and commanded her Sha’s to attack.

Utopia.

Marching down through the hills, thousands of Sha’s marched onwards to Solace City, to finish where the Ninjan Queen had left off, in their minds they were doing this for the betterment of Ninjeta. The Sha in charge of this group wore a royal crest of the Ninjan Sigma’s she wanted Shinji and Surkit more than she wanted anyone else.

U.K

The United Kingdom, was a small piece of land, a land that joint forces of Arrow and Sha had done a great job in leveling, now it was time for the clean-up. The Sha’s wasted no time in continuing their assault where the Ninjans left off. The Head Sha of this, group plowed right through a building, right next to a guy whom had been a thorn in her side sense the start. Dust began to build, but her ruby red eyes parted through the debris. “Hello Red Raider” She, said pushing her hands forward sending a barrage of red light pellets.

DC

"Final Arrow releases hell, a demon dose what he does. Like always you come at the public in supremacy, none of us compare to you am I right? You’re a goddess and we are but the insects in your shadow? If the 'villains' sought equilibrium with each other we would have already crushed the world. You and so many others however are so busy picking fights with everyone that failure is simply waiting for one to slip up.”

Sha turned to see a girl readying her blades, she had no idea who the soul was, and to her recollection this was the first time the two had even come into contact with each other. Looking towards the U.S congress building the Ninjan Queen simply flew away, with a smirk on her face; or at least that was the illusion she gave off.

Turning around, the Ninjan Queen created to blades of light in her hand. “You’ll have to excuse me darling, it’s be a while since I did this…” she said. Flying in towards, Azra, she created six different versions of herself, three of light and three of darkness; these incarnations would afterimage every one of her attacks.

Pushing her light blades up, Sha quickly struck towards the woman’s abdomen, while the afterimages appeared to attack with a vertical pattern, Sha opted to roll around them woman, and attempt to jam her light blade into the spleen of the woman.

Whisper had caught sight of her father in the fray, a shining beacon of hope. However, that light was snuffed out all too soon. Completely unexpected to her usually spot-on instincts, this was not the man who had been more a father to her in the last couple of years than any man she had ever known. Her flight throughout the city and directly towards her formidable opponent had been halted mid-air.

As his hands wrapped around her throat, her eyes widened and she frantically tried to peel them away, her breath and voice being cut off. Their eyes met and in that one moment her blood chilled and it was as if ice were running through her veins. This was not her father, not anymore. This was a man who was walking in his skin. A man by the name of Lord's Angel. He was the man who she had been working to keep at bay her entire time here and she absolutely refused to let it be for naught. Olivia Anderson did not know how to lay down and die.

The wings that were formed from her back were ripped off with no regard for anything, other than her own pain, and an animalistic scream escaped her lips as the blood coursed down the mercurial armor and dripped down onto the cracked streets below them. The brutal throw came completely out of the blue; his body didn't telegraph his movements, nor did his eyes betray his intent.

The concrete structure of the building bruised and broke her as she crashed through the wall, Laying spread-eagle on one of the middle-floors, the young ingenue moaned, blood forming at the corner of her mouth, her shoulder dislocated and something extremely wrong with some of her ribs. Every breath was a labor and every modicum of movement was agony. Her entire body hated her.

An ominous creaking started as the entire infrastructure of the building shook. She was able to get out only one word 'safe' before the entire thing came down on top of her. The last thought in her mind before her entire world went dark was that she had failed the world, she had failed Olivia, she had failed Nathan.

Ten or so minutes later, her eyes opened. A small pocket had been formed around her, a safe area that allowed her small maneuverability. She allowed herself to get up, but it was a long and arduous process. Every bone felt as if it were a million years old. Every muscle felt as if it were ripping with the slightest of movement. Every blink of her eyes felt as if she were going to coast over the edge and fall into the deep and blissful inky darkness of oblivion.

"Richard...Richard, I need you to hear me." The only way for her to speak at this point was the slightest of whispers. Turning over onto her side and bracing herself against the ground with her good arm, Whisper developed a one-way telepathic link with her lover. "Get Olivia and Nathan to Location Alpha." It was something that the two had established strictly between themselves. A safehouse unknown to any other person on Earth and for the express purpose of sheltering the children if another Pack member were to ever turn on them.

Gaining her knees, it took all her willpower and fortitude not to collapse back down onto the ground and lay in a curled ball, retreating into herself and letting the world pass her by. "Move." With the simple growled word, the wreckage of the building began to rearrange itself to suit her needs. Limping slightly, one arm held near useless by her side, Whisper exited the building, her red hair looking as if it were an ashen brown due to dust and debris, smears of dirt, dust and blood covered her body. The armor that had covered her body was gone, replaced by the suit she had worn beneath, a heavy duty kevlar weave.

The sight that met her eyes was one that could almost not be believed. Gone were Lord's Angel and Renegade Lantern. In their wake lay nothing but chaos and property damage. Her eyes immediately went to Risky, who wore the visage of a person she had never known, but had heard the stories of. Hoping against hope that she was on her side, Whisper mouthed something to her 'formation plan zeta', a drill that they had run between the two of them time and time again. Calling her mace back to her with, to her utter amusement, an incantation from Harry Potter, the Winter Wolf was ready for war and to defend this world with her last breath.

She failed to contact Gambler, most likely due to the disturbance within the ether fields. Luck surely wasn't on their side, even Risky felt completely useless just as Sayomi felt. Nozomi went into a head on confrontation with Arrow. Though the fighting died down, the feeling of burden came across her, even with her magic prowess she still wasn't a match for Arrow, only Nozomi was. The two equal forces of Chaos and Order stood before the group, conversing with one another like a game of chess. Pawns, knights, bishops on one side of the field ready to kill each other. Her mind was still tingling from the psychic link she establish with Fuchsia, feeling her physical pain on a mental scale. She felt the telepathic suggestion Nozomi sent informing her and the Wolf Pack to leave and help with the other disasters, but Sayomi remained providing support for her sister as well as seeing who would come out on top if the battle was played, Nozomi or Arrow, her mind wandered. The flames of silence and peace was shatter the minute Risky engaged and tapped back into her dark persona of War. "Oh no..... RISKY!!!" Sayomi telepathically and vocally shouted, but her voice was far to reach her dear friend. The vast emergence of energy pushed her back when she came charging towards Risky side, her body flew back several feet hitting against a large chunk of debris with large sharp metal rods on the sides. Her arm was slit open she by the sharp structure, breathing slowly and calmly she uttered a phrase to ease her pain "Asinta mulof hinto." she chanted multiple times to rebuff the spell, the magic gave her a mophix like nulling sensation, numb from within, it was enough for her to wrapped her arm in a torn clothing.. The psychic voices echoed in her mind, the telepathic link was ultimately shatter the minute Risky gave in to the immense power kept within her body. A priceless shocking expression reached her face when Arrow turned on his slave and snapped his neck, the dead once hero body fell to the ground. The emitted psychic aura emitted from Risky greatly amplified, her hatred was in pure form, and was asking for blood shed. As Arrow vanish from sight, a large fleet of female ninjan dropped down, arriving and began dividing the group to further more cause more havoc.

She could still feel Whisper somewhere new but was knocked out of combat, another strain of thought shot her mind like a sling-shot releasing an implosion of pain. It was from Fuchsia, the beautiful soldier in charge of the Flocks. Like Whisper, Fuchsia was out as well, everyone she knew was failing to keep up the fight, only a few were around. In distance Nozomi showed the blade from the God Susanoo and took down about two or three ninjans then used the arts of blood magic to find Arrow. Once she did she teleported with the same magic said before, and the gushing red liquid stained the pavements around her last seen area, "How could she leave us at a time like?!" Sayomi said quietly in anger, as a ninjan speared her from behind taking her to the skies with her. Wrestling to grasp for breathe and shift sides to turn around, Sayomi was in a struggle and began losing breathe as the ninjan drove them through higher in the air. So many things were going through her mind, the most being to help Risky, contain the War persona and keeping it at bay. The mindset Risky was in was well... risky, too difficult to depend on and too dangerous to keep around, using her telepathic powers, she met with the natural defenses within the ninjan's mind, hard and sturdy. Prickling one end of the mind shield, she was slowly cracking through, but the ninjan felt the psychic intrusion and with her right hand, grabbed Sayomi by the neck, chocking her before throwing her down with a full force toss.

Falling from the sky in a fast pace, she struggle to move her body, the air pressure was locking her up, releasing herself from the current anxiety of her worried problems she focus on using the same method Nozomi used as teleportation, flower diversion. Her body was only several feet near the floor, before her magic took place, if not any longer she would of been dead combine with the momentum from falling down and the hard surface of the ground. After recollecting herself, she dropped to her knees in exhaustion, it took every single concentrated thought and muscle to work up that technique in that kind of situation. She could feel something odd working against her, not magic but the Earth's natural magnetic field, infra light waves, causing her body to fall into a weird state, she felt as if she was getting crush from the inside by the energy. The same ninjan who struck her earlier was charging in once again, Sayomi remained as helpless as a cornered mouse, but with quick thought she needed to bend the energy at work, luckily magic work with natural energies and she was able with extreme concentration bending the force. Enough for her to free herself from the light base manipulation. While the attack was on target the ninjan ran into Sayomi which both two ladies toss and roll in the floor. With the will of a survivor, she slowly got back up on her feet and so did the ninjan. The amount of physical workout being played made her regret not participating in the Wolf Packs tedious physical exercise that would of benefited her. Reaching behind her she reveals twin tessen fans enchanted with a mystical spell on them: sharp as any blade and lift as a feather. Spinning her body in a continuous 360 motion she stretched both arms on two sides, allowing her fans to cut through the air with a swooshing noise to be heard. Her movements were fast and beautiful her dancing skills took part in this display. She could feel the ninjan attempting to remove the fans by interference with it's structure, pulling them away but it failed, and the ninjan was sliced by the weapon. Jumping on and wrapping her arm around the ninjan's neck and striking her feet to the super powered girl's abdomen, Sayomi used them as support as she flung herself in the air to perform an aerial back flip, but as soon she released her wrapped arms, she used both blades and with an x-signature swipe, she slit her foe's throat.

As she landed she tuck her fans away only to be met by four beauties, who were ready to kill her on the spot. Clearly outnumbered and out matched in terms of physiques, she devise herself to using her combat techniques, assuming a stance with one leg high in the air while the other planted onto the floor and palm thrusting gestures readying to hit her targets, she shifts her eyes from corner to corner awaiting for one to strike. "Ooh the princess wants to get down and dirty." one ninjan said as another followed "Isn't she more afraid of breaking a nail or her glass slippers?" with that said all four rushed to attack her, she avoids two punches aimed at her head by two ninjan by arching her back, backwards, and watches as the two power houses hit one another. Kicking her right feet into the air she hits the frontal ninjan in the chin that sends her back a couple of feet with pain, and a double palm thrust that then instantly shifts into an index and middle finger while the others grasp into one, delivering a paralysis technique that aimed for the mid section for the ninjan behind. She attacked all four ninjans simultaneously.

One down three to go, she was devising a tactic from within her clever mind to dispose of the three. Resisting the urge to use magic she wanted to rely on something more unique, "Kill that silly bitch!" the paralyzed ninjan instructed and her sisters came charging in, with perfect union like a musical note, one after another, fighting her in their own form of combat. One attempt to hit her from behind, circumventing to the right, she wraps her arm around the attack's arm, holding onto a grip that would come in handy as she then lifts and ensnares her leg around the blonde scantily dress villain with a movement to push the ninjan down. Sayomi landed on top and strikes a nerve in her enemy's neck, while releasing her chain metal whip, that slashed onto the faces of the two ninjan who had yet attacked but was so close in doing so. The attack brought annoyance to their face that enraged them, swinging her whip around she needed to end this fight quick, breaking her goal of not using magic, she first swung her whip that grabbed onto the one of the two ninjan and rushed her feet to perform a sprint. Knowing one ninjan was behind her she glided across the floor between the other ninjan's leg and the two girls crashed on one another. Other's saw the girls in an unusual manner, they were elite warriors yet played like idiots, it was from all along the combination of Sayomi's telepathic gifts that helped, giving mental suggestions within their mentally flawed brain into the little open corners of their mind, playing by her rules.

Once that she pulls back her whip to release it around the ninjan and uses her mental energies to levitate and move a large chunk of debris that fell on top of them. Dead or alive, she didn't care she had to go on and help Risky. Her psychic projections see's that Fuchsia is being tended too by a mysterious female figure, both beautiful and deadly, with knowing Fuchsia in good hands she divert her astral projection to see that Olivia was back in the fields. "How is everything?" she said as she breathes heavily while asking Olivia, from the distance she pressures her way in Risky's mind, the process was a success. As she made way, she saw the horrors inside, lurking every corner and replaying the scene of every death she inflicted. Deep down inside her mind she needed to find the real Risky, hiding some where, trapped. Sayomi found herself engaged by psychic demons most likely a defense mechanism by War as well as the mental training she received from Chris and herself. She was instantly pushed out, everything she saw in Risky's mind over whelmed her, and she fell with blood leaking from her nose and eyes. Only giving her motivation she enter the mind of War once again. Surely War could feel this intrusion and without hesitation would subdue Sayomi in little to no time.

Over Spain - Revelations .

"Hey little Rina wanna taste a real treat? I'm sure you'll like this one very much...... the taste of death!" The two blades passed through Rina as she turned to smoke in front of the empress eyes, the whole area began to fade into shadows, much like Tokyo the part of Spain she arrived in had been changed to a fake one, before her stood Arrow. “A taste of death how comical..” he pointed at the area around them at the Fake part of Spain “I did get the idea from you after all.” He smiled and looked upon her, this was no echo or clone it was him, the High Lord Of Hell, the former Angel of death, lover of gods and betrayer of immortals, he who could not be contained or killed, the trickster known as Final Arrow. His smile was tender and yet somehow threating, “I knew you would come for me, even explained the whole power think I have in Tokyo and you used blood magic to try and find me….honestly who do you think started blood magic my dear?” he made no aggressive move as he waved a hand and showed the real battle happening below them, the clone who still thought he was the real Final Arrow was battling away with Gambler and Duchess. “Silly beast, thinks he is me” he turned to her with that smile again. “So let us talk, for battling would be pointless and I have been longing to tell someone my tale, of course feel free to attack me if you wish…I will do my best not to ignore you. “ The smile tweaked a little more, as he hovered looking down “Let’s start with what I am, you should be able to tell being this close to the real me, I am the god of all darkness, have been for some time, the first evil to enter the world or worlds depending on how you look at it.” He raised both hands and looked directly at her, “ So we have the who lets explain the how. It’s all their if you think about it, seriously take a moment and look over the time I have spent within this world and those who I have moulded, a little move here a little move there and look what they became! Darkchild, Gambler, Magneto and many others have at some point in their lives had me whispering in their ears. Dear you may be the Big Bad Wolf, but I’m the f@cking forest” he said it in such a polite way it seemed to carry an under tone of dark intent.

“I did laugh to myself when you tried to explain magic to me, that was very comical indeed. Trying to put your realistic limits on one such as myself, I am born from first magic, before this world was ever even thought of I was there, I may not have had a body but I was there, hidden within all magic, a thought a spark of reality brought me forth. We both know there is no real evil magic, it’s just the users and in the end I will always be there giving them that push in the right direction.” He rubbed his chin, “This is all just sport, something more to entertain me while I consider my next move, you are the first one of this world to discover my true identity, the true knowledge behind my power. I have spent years building up my history on this world, bending the truth and twisting my own legend protecting myself from the knowledge of what I am. For where would be the fun if no one thought they could beat me?” the shadows wrapped around him creating a tunic, “Even when my name is mentioned in the heavens it is whispered. I know more than a few of you have come close to figuring it out, Gambler almost figured it out when I sat and played chess with Odin during the invasion of Asgard by the OSC, The all farther playing chess with a warlock while his home and family are being attacked…really have you ever heard such a thing. He sat there because of who I am!” He turned away from her, beginning to walk towards nothing “So you know the truth now, you know everything on earth about me is a lie and this is what I truly am…But the real question Wolf is what on earth can you do with it” Arrow vanished and the world turned back to reality, it was as simple as clicking his fingers, he never gave her a chance to reply to anything he had said before slipping away.

Below the clone who believed himself to be Final Arrow continued his battle with Gambler and Duchess, but then it vanished as if it had never even been there, smoke was all that sat in its place, the same went for the Dragons and Arrows followers. The two combatants where left standing with the empress above them, written in the sand at their feet was one message. “See you In DC.” But before they could all regroup he heavens parted, and a huge beam shot down from the sky; follow by hundreds of the Sha’s that Arrow had created, thousands of them across the world began to strike forth.

U.K - Revolution .

The Sovereign Son clones continued their pressure in the heart of London, a strong hold had been made within the Tower Of London, several armed troops were stationed at different levels offering a few all around approaching areas, suddenly the sky darkened as the Hawkmen began their decent firing weapon after weapon at the tower trying to find an entrance point. A Gambler clone laughed as Lazy Student made his announcement and turned to his counterpart “It seems the white knight has turned up on his horse all too late.” As the speech finished the sky erupted in a spectacular light, as hundreds of cloned Sha’s poured in to the UK. The War was only just starting and it seemed as if the UK would be the first causality even with its greatest hero standing over it. For this was now the Land Of Arrow and there was no place for heroes within the darkness there never was. But several people began picking up arms, anything they could get their hands on, garden tools, stones anything and began flooding the streets trying to save their lives.

Hundreds were slaughtered within the first few moments, some tried to flee but the streets where now running red with the blood of the innocent, a smile crossed the face of alone figure as he laughed, “A hero sends the innocent to their death.” The newly rebirthed Renegade Lantern spoke to himself, using his power, he began broadcasting to the United Kingdom in much the same way Lazy Student had before him “Dear People, come, with your weapons and pitch forks, let me rip hope from your hands” he let the world see the pile of bodies below him, all stacked up, “Come join your country men.” He sent out his presence using his ring and appeared before Risky, “Did you miss me” he said with a smile before the emerald projection vanished again. But Renegades speech did not place the people of Britain into fear no it strengthened their resolve, for fear was no longer an option and even the most rag tag army could beat the greatest general all it needed was a good leader and leader of hope.”

In the U.K’s darkest hour it needed a saviour but the only question was, could the you Windsor stand up to the challenges ahead as his country fell into turmoil and would the young Champions cries for help fall on death ears as Arrow and Sha began their attack on the Capital of America, with so many of their forces split could the world really give the aid to Britain or would it prepare itself for what was still coming Or did the U.K have what it takes to avenge it fallen.

Washington - Utter Chaos.

The real Arrow still wearing his tunic of shadows watched as their armies began to invade, the capital, of course Washington was on a state of high alert with everything that was going on around the world. He watched as a jet flew overhead firing several missiles at a Dragon, the dragon let out a roar before crashing to the ground kicking up the lawn of the White House, The Dark Master began to whistle while he watched the destruction around him. Several black hawks had flown in and out dropping off troops and adding cover fire, but some of it was too little too late, as the Sha army began to appear. S.W.O.R.D had arrived along with several other underground groups who were putting up a very impressive fight, using alien tech and what seemed like some future tech as well to counter balance the onslaught. Unlike the United Kingdom, they had time to prepare, to call for aid and aid had come in the form of several high armed and well trained warriors. He half expected the armies of Asgard to fall out the sky next or the armies of Olympia’s to finally get of their backsides and do something after all their children were fighting a war and war always resulted in death.

But no one had asked where those souls where going, with the Lord of Hell appearing on earth to face Sha, Arrow could not help but watch as everything began fitting in place, he never really wanted the earth, he just had wanted the chaos that came with this level of destruction and the fun he had watching and pulling the strings of others. He smiled as Rina continued her game with the Dragons, but sighed as she threw a giant fire ball that hit one of the Ninjan ships and then sighed as several dragons piled into the side of it trying to catch the ball of flames!! The Ninjan ship exploded into a fireball of madness as the dragons began pulling themselves free of each other and the ship, but as the Ninjan ship fell it also crashed into one the S.W.O.R.D ships as it came down causing a massive explosion that took out two city blocks. Arrow could not help but laugh as his daughters bottom lip began to tremble as if she was about to get a scolding but as she saw him laughing, she giggled and flew away still playing with the remaining dragons, of course this also meant that Arrow had lost half of his aerial force but as he wiped away a tear of joy from his eye he could only think it was worth it and then vanished hearing someone calling his name.

Maya – Movies.

“ Arrow, Arrow, Arrow” she said it three times, hoping he would appear and when nothing happened she let the air escape her lungs “You watch to many movies” he said from behind her, his handle gentle running over the door frame he stood in, he looked round the room and smiled at her. “It’s me, not a clone, I have recalled them all, that got a bit boring really” his eyes digging into hers, “never really liked that movie…. Always seemed a bit limited! Now I don’t have a lot of time, you see I need to release my Andferne clones…oh look at me telling you everything and not actually asking anything…” he dropped the charade, “What is it you want Maya, why call me here? What could you possible want from me? Perhaps to end the war? You would have to be offering something very impressive in deed for that to happen. Im having far too much fun”

Lockhart Locker (U.K): To Hell And Back.

Smoke was rising from his half burnt clothes, his well-built body was on show for most to see,, the white shirt he had on was really just a crop top now, with black smudge marks and holes all over it, his jeans where torn and he had a look on his face that pretty much summed up the events leading to his rebirth. The doors to the locker opened only for a something to hit his face..”SONNAVA” as he rubbed his forehead he felt the change in the air next to his head, someone was in the vault going to kick his head clean off, he ducked under it and twisted into a roll before coming up with his hands ready to strike when he saw his attacker. Honour Girl..the last thing he needed was a hyper active side kick, “What the hell, I have a headache already, my body feels like it’s about to explode and you threw a Honour rang at me!!! I swear to god I’m going to hit you so hard in the face when this is all over.” She looked at him still in a fighting stance..”How did you get in here…you better not have touched anything.” He began walking away from her, and towards the back of the vault, “It’s me the real me, I had to climb out of hell…but that’s a story for another day.. right now I need to get to the U.K.” he stopped mid-sentence and turned and looked at her…”You almost blew the place up didn’t you?” he gave out a sigh, not waiting for an answer “It’s okay Crazy did the same thing like twelve times, will since you’re in the vault welcome to the Lockhart family.”

Sovereign Son kept searching without looking back, at honour girl, he pulled out tactical armour which matched his old black suit but was in white, he looked over his shoulder “Turn your head away if your shy.” He began to get undressed and slipped into the armour, as he finished clicking the last strap in place it powered on, “Afternoon sir” the voice came over the suits com unit, MR and Sov had worked on this armour for over five years, it did not have the fire power of MR’s suit and was more suited for Sovereign Sons tactics, it could turn invisible by bending the lights, had high impact armour that still moved with the body and several cool little in built gadgets, it also came with a downloaded AI…of Crazy Eight. “You don’t have to speak like that..” The AI waited for a moment…”Okay jerk face, I won’t be polite” the AI went silent. ”You’re not talking to me now are you…” Crazy remained silent. This had been the reason that the suit had never been put in the field. It seemed like a good idea at the time, after Mike had downloaded Crazy Eights memories he thought they could keep him living by placing him within one of the suits of armour by himself. But that ended with have the lab being blown up, so they decided he needed someone to look over him and Mike ended up with some bad ass tactical armour and Crazy in his head.

Mike felt the room shake as another strike landed at the foot of the building, “You know some of these really big guns work.” He said looking at Honour Girl, “You just point and shoot them…you don’t have to just stand there…” Mike moved towards a small device and clicked the button and vanished, reappearing next to Lazy Student “Holy sh!t that worked” Mike said allowed and then Crazy chimed in “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WORKED…YOU NEVER TESTED IT…YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME YOU ASS CLOWN.” Mike sighed and looked at LZ, “So what did I climb out of hell for?” He asked the Prince of England before looking down at London in flames and found himself wondering if he had ever actually got out of hell. “Crazy can you hack their com lines?”, no answer “I’m sorry for being rude..” Crazy voice crackled in the helmet “Annnnnddddd”, another sigh escaped his lips, “And for almost killing you…even if you’re not alive” “yes I can hack into the coms for the U.K only..why” Sovereign Son Smiled, “ lets distract them a little shall we, some music” All of a sudden the coms linking all the foot soldiers began blurting out at full volume, “What did you pick” Crazy laughed “Highway to Hell” Mike could not fight the smile on his face until he looked at Windsor and realized he had been talking out loud the whole time, “Don’t worry I’m not crazy, I know one way we can even the odds a little.”

All of a sudden the inside of his suit fired mini needle points into his skin, they sent out a small signal, deactivating the tiny nano bots in his body, at the same time a larger signal began bouncing around the world using various different methods, All over the world all of the Sovereign son clones began suffering cardiac arrest and began dying. It was a failsafe encase anyone tried to clone him using his blood, the smallest amount of his blood was packed with nano bots that could send and receive a signal, he would have to deactivate the ones stored within his own body before sending the signal but that was only a small discomfort. MR also had the signal but would only use it if Mike was dead and she had not been told of his fate at Final Arrows hands because he knew for a fact that if she knew she would have pressed the button long before now.

Bandari

In his apartment overlooking the capitol city of Ushundi, a weary man sat deep in his chair, the dark room illuminated only by the faded light of the dull, gray sky. The entire wall was made of glass and he sat, his head bowed, in deep thought as the city he had practically built with his own two hands played out before him like a living organism.

The man was Akube Mahatu, and he was dressed for battle. He wore his black suit, which he wore in order to become the bodyguard, the man who could defend his country with more than just words. This was the side of him that could fight, that could strike back against every injustice brewing on this continent, on this planet. But he did not wear his mask. It lay in his hands. He looked into its empty eyes, as if he were looking at a separate man.

A woman entered through the door far on the opposite side of the room. She wore a traditional kaftan and head dress. "Akube?" she asked softly.

The man simply turned his eyes back to the desolate sky, looking on in silence before at last replying, "What do you need, Amala?"

"The security force is preparing for battle. I wanted to make sure that you were ready."

Akube sighed and bowed his head once again. "Every waking moment for the past ten years, I have fought to make this nation a reality." he said, "Never have I taken a moment to act for myself. If I did, people would die. I have given my life to Bandari. Sooner or later, I will give my life FOR Bandari, and it will have been worth it. It will all have been worth it."

He rose up from his seat and turned to face his adviser. "Tell them to secure the border, watch the sea, and guard the skies. I am going to Utopia."

"What?!" Amala was shocked, to say the least.

"I have given my life to Bandari, but today, I go to the aid of our friends." Akube explained.

"But... but what if the Ninjans attack here?" she asked.

"If they do, they'll invade larger and more tactically beneficial countries like South Africa and Somalia first. I will have plenty of warning. When I am needed here, I will come, but right now, Utopia is under attack. You have known me for so long, would I really ignore a cry for help?"

Amala was silent for a moment, turning her head from him and answering, "Go. But first, there is a call for you from the United Nations regarding the invasion. I suggest you take it."

"Just one moment." said Akube, running into his bedroom. He took a white dress shirt and black suit jacket, throwing them on over his costume. He folded the collar of durable black fabric under the collar of his dress shirt and ran back into the living room, picking up the remote to the television fixed to the wall shared with his bedroom and pressed a series of buttons to bring up a teleconference. On the screen appeared a woman with short blonde hair covered in a beret, her chest covered in a bulletproof vest. The camera shook in her hand as fire rained down on the tarmac of the aircraft carrier on which she stood. "Hello, Mr. Mahatu..." she said, firing off a few shots at an unseen target before diving for cover, "Melissa Hannigan, Director of U.N. Metahuman Affairs. It's an honor to meet you, sir."

"Thank you, ma'am, but let's put aside the pleasantries. We are both obviously in a hurry."

"Yeah." she said. Among the people fighting in the flickering image behind her was the archer, Longshot, firing arrows into the sky at a blinding pace. "We're holding the Persian Gulf. It's a losing battle, but we'll hold our line in the sand for as long as we have to." she stopped to fire, then continued, "My people have whipped up some Anti-Ninjan tech. Basic stuff, but we're putting it into A.S.A.P. That bodyguard of yours qualifies as a mask, so if he's gonna lend a hand down here, we'd be glad to give him some better suited gear."

"The offer is appreciate, ma'am." said Akube, "He was about to leave for Utopia."

"Good," Hannigan replied, wiping the ash and dirt from her face, "'Cause we need as many boots on the ground as we can get. I'm sending an errand boy to drop it off." Longshot ran for cover not far from her, taking a small device from his belt and typing away at it. Within a minute, a bright light gathered around him and he was gone.

A short time later, the archer burst through Akube's door, clothes tattered and coated with rubble. He had just stepped off a battlefield that lie thousands of miles away. He seemed out of breath. Whether it was from the fight or from running to the apartment from the teleporter pad atop the capitol building couldn't be determined. Either way, he was exhausted. He stumbled in, saying hello to Amala as he came to face Akube, his old teacher, his old friend.

"It is good to see you again, Paxton." Akube said warmly, but unable to force a smile. He began taking off the jacket and shirt.

"It's been too long, Akube." he said, opening a pouch on his belt. He drew a pair of bands fit to a human hand, with hole for each finger. The band was broad on one side, the side intended to cover the knuckles. "These generate a charge specifically set to kill a Ninjan. Of course, I already put your pair on a lower setting. Long period of paralysis, followed by weak and sluggish behavior. Press this button on the side with your thumb and it shoots a dart carrying the same charge up to fifty feet. The rest of these weapons are cold based, pretty intuitive. If you want to disable their extended powers, I'd suggest a water balloon." He passed the weapons over to Akube, who looked down at them before looking his apprentice in the eye once again. "Thank you." he said.

"I gotta get back." said Longshot, taking out his teleporter console and typing in the code for the teleporter pad aboard the U.N. ship.

"Before you go," Akube began, resting his hand on the young hero's shoulder, "I would like to say... that I'm proud of you. It was an honor to be your teacher, and a pleasure to be your friend."

"Please, Akube..." Longshot said, smiling faintly beneath his mask, "The honor was all mine." With that, the archer was whisked away, back to the fight. Akube pressed a section of his belt, which began to blink. He slipped on his mask and walked to the window. He flung it open and dove out. Moments later, the bodyguard took to the skies on his hover cycle, soaring up from the streets, above the Ushundi skyline. Amala watched as Bandari's hope took flight for Utopia.

Emon Atrem was a fairly reclusive woman. Her existence was forced to reside in physical realms because she was serving purposes that were known and unknown to her. As a child she witnessed the world harden from its fiery lakes of molten rock, to the flourishing age of the dinosaurs, right up to the present. The gift of her ability, time control had itself never been what she thought defined her, until now. Right at this moment, she stared at computer modules, graphs, and number, all of it making perfect sense to her. But at she fiddled with the life on one Atticus Blaire, there was someone else making decisions beyond her control. For Emon there was no such thing as good and evil, just action and reaction, cause and effect. Time explained her being, although she remembered when she had no physical form, and when it all began to formulate within her that she could tamper with herself in order to change outcomes past, present and future. She could see it all, although before her physical self, she was just and it; never the less, here she was, adjusting the timelines of one singular existence, spread out over variant streams. One that had already existed, Avery, and one that at the very same time had been called from inactivity to activation. Her hand stretched out and covered a large knob, turning it to full capacity...The secrets she withheld were grande and volatile, for if her name, her real name was to be uttered, (a fail safe), everything would revert to its unadulterated state. One person, Avery Spottswood had figured it all out, was able to save himself, but along with his salvation came a vendetta. Emon was more and more like humanity every day, but she would not admit it...

New York City

A large black disk spun in the sky, it looked as if a black hole had made itself at home. But soon enough, a black spinnel colored foot emerged from the murkiness. As such, the rest of Atticus' body fell from the two dimensional portal. The Keeper, witnessed the destruction of everything so many people had worked to rebuild time and time again. It tore at him to see fire eating what was left of the Ninjan's attack, knowing that once, this was the fate of their own world...Maybe Earth, deserved a little payback...?

But no, his heart spoke poetic verses of hope and salvation, deliverance from the plight of injustice. Below him he saw a cloud, it was dark, so it signified smoke. Was the building imploding, was there a bomb? Lowering to see, the smoke cleared and revealed an army of twins. The same girl repeated over and over again, stretched along the horizon of the skyline. She looked Asian in ethnicity, and then Atticus looked at she she was attacking. Hordes of otherworldly beasts, snakes and the like were slithering through the streets, continuing the war of the worlds.

She looked as if she could handle the entire Ninjan fleet herself, but what kind of hero would leave a fellow to fight alone? Atticus didn't know the answer, but he knew that he was going to help her. The disk of blackness above him still turned in time, waving its obsidian arms. Atticus lifted his arms toward it, and slowly lowered them. Immediately, the disk began to pulsate, until a tendril broke away, followed by more. Like dye in water, billows of black poured from the mouth of nothing.

Atticus now on the ground was faced with an platoon of creatures. They hissed and gnashed their teeth, bearing resemblance to visages of the apocalypse. Their eyes black with hatred of the living beamed into him, giving him pause as to what they could really accomplish if they all attacked him at once. But the vitriol their hisses and guttural growls entailed were matched by a river of his umber-river. Atticus pushed forth, riding the waves of his generated attack. Distressed called from the creatures sounded, they were blood curdling and out of this world. Rob Zombie would love to get a recording of it.

Flipping his right hand behind him, a umbrasword formed from the energy he emitted. And he swung it forward, dragging a curtain of black behind it. His own destructive force was a shock to him as the sword wave but through still standing structures. The arc finally delivered the killing blow to the mythical animals that stood to his front. But as they say, when it rains it pours. More and more of them began to pop up from nothing.

Finally, the Mockingbird created wings and flew to one of the women that was doing her best to defend this world. "They keep coming no matter how many we kill...But I think I have a plan"

 
 Claire had displayed the unmitigated fortitude that had seen her rise to the pinnacle of power within the Legendary Hellfire Club. Unwavering in her confidence as she confronted the Devil's favorite Demon and his army of Dragon's. Their battle beginning to take its tool on the unstable Spanish mountain range when suddenly the unpredictable daughter of dismay, Rina, materialized through an illuminated vortex that she had unwittingly left open. All the while Arrow and the defiant Mistress of the Mystical Arts, Duchess, volleyed verbal vituperations back and forth before the Shadow Manipulator's patience grew thin. With but a simplistic snap of his fingers he, along with his brigade of Dragons and clones, simply vanished. Allowing the overwhelmed assassin a quick moment of relief as he exhaled the stress of the days battle into the air, but his momentary tranquility was not to last.

The cascading chaos reigned down from above in a maelstrom of unrelenting Ninjan fury. Multitudes of genetically duplicated matriarchs flooded the skies. Unlike their previous incarnations these Ninjan's clones were perfectly manufactured mirrors of the original right down to their power structure. The machinations that were prevalent in Queen Sha's DNA were the building blocks of the newly adaptive archetype clones. Displaying the tactical proficiency that had become the staple of the Ninjan elite, the clones swooped down in standard synchronized attack columns. "Take COVER!" roared the Cajun as several highly concertinaed sonic blasts emanated from the outstretched hands of the clones. Devastating the landscape, massive chunks of the mountain ridge succumbed to the violent barrage toppling down the side into to the abyss below making the already unstable ground even more treacherous.

Using her versatility Claire engaged wave after wave with a variety of magical  attacks and misdirection. Her hands illuminated with the purple hex spheres of tumultuous energy before hurling them one after the other with breathtaking accuracy. But the iron clad durability of the Ninjan warriors granted them the favorable ability to walk through most attacks unscathed. Utilizing his acrobatic prowess Jean Luc ran along the collapsing ridge waiting for the perfect moment to leap out onto the back of a nearby Ninjan clone. Vaulting through the hair his arms swung around the alien clone's neck veering it towards the incoming hoards. Subtly, as the Ninjan frantically tried to shake the assassin lose, he charged her body with an unlimite amount of kinetic energy before letting go and free falling to the ground below. Clutching his ribs Jean quickly rose to his feet while motioning for Claire and Rina to move, "Into dee portal, now!" he ordered as all three dove head first into the swirling cascade of colors. Just as they were transported away the massive gust of the exploding Ninjan swept passed them bringing an arrogant smile to the Aristocratic Assassins face. He knew that at best he had managed to kill one Sha dulicate if that. But still the idea of killing any at all was enough to grant him a level of measured accomplishment

New France:

California Two Hours Ago

Lady Loveless stood between her and twenty or so Ninjan soldiers that had killed several dozen hostages before her eyes. Her eyes burned with rage. The glow she had earlier from healing the man started to erupt out of her. "AHHHHH!!!" This time it burned, like nothing before, she felt dark and cold even though her skin felt like it was being bit by a hundred fire ants. "YOU MONSTERS! DESTROYING THESE PEOPLES LIVES LIKE THEY ARE NOTHING! I KNOW MY PEOPLE INVADED YOUR PLANET! BUT THIS IS NOT RIGHT,AND YOU MUST STOP!!!!" Lady Loveless had a dark black aura around her as she flew forward. The once impossible foes to take down started to drop like flies. She flew threw one with her fist extended out, broke one's back in half. She was in a blind rage that she couldn't control.

"Get her now!!!" The remaining troops filed in to take her out. She dodged, and ducked knocked back every hit. Her body then started to feel unsettled, as if the molecules inside her could break apart at any moment. She had a brief moment of clarity.

"Pink! Pink get the people around here as far away as possible NOW!!!" Loveless fell to her knees and grabbed her hair. "What is...what is this power?!?!" Her eyes glowed as if a solar eclipse had taken place inside her body. She floated out of the mob and above them all. She placed her hands out palm up, her voice echoed as if many spoke through her. "LIFE AND DEATH ARE ALL PART OF THE GAME. I CONTROL BOTH...AND KNOW YOUR FATE..." She playfully twisted white energy in one hand around her wrist and to the other hand where it turned black on contact. A white and black aura around her hands emerged, she cocked her head at the Ninjans. "NOW THEN, YOUR GAME IS UP. YOUR RULER WILL LOSE, AND UNLESS SHE BEGS FOR FORGIVENESS I WILL EXACT MY REVENGE BY HAVING HER HEAD" . The Ninjans were enraged by this and all flew up to take her down. "WITHER AND DIE!!!" The black aura around her hand consumed her body, she extended her arms and finger tips towards the Ninjans. They were consumed in a black smoke, that took up a 15 mile radius. When the smoke cleared all their skin had decayed, hair gone, metal rusted. They useless worms, that Loveless stepped on as she landed.

Pink looked on to her friend she jaw dropped. "Loveless...I know they were our enemies, but you killed them. You...you were worse than any villain I've ever seen. Those powers--"

Loveless cut Pink off, "THOSE POWERS SAVED MY LIFE, AND THEY WILL HELP TO SAVE THOUSANDS. I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THOSE THAT QUESTION MY MEANS OF ENSURING JUSTICE!" Pink turned away from her once friend, in a dismissive away she turned to Loveless quickly. Astral projected tears flowed down the astral projected Mz P!NK.

"Loveless look!!! What did they deserve huh?! I tried to get most them out but what did they deserve!!? You are too powerful now!!! Can't you see! You are becoming just like Willow! Just like the rest of them!!!!"She disappeared in a puff of pink smoke, she was done being seen by Loveless, she would always be trapped inside her. But couldn't stand to be next to the one that had caused all this pain and destruction. Loveless fell to her knees once more.

"What--what have I become?" Her green shined as tear sparkled down her frail skin. She looked to the ground, scraps of clothing laid all around, a toy car and doll were not far off. "I--am a monster."

California Present

Since the incident Loveless tried to put it behind her. Pink was back out and watched her friend as they directed survivors to medic tents and tried to salvage for anyone caught in rubble. "Pink I am--"

"I know..your sorry, I am too. I was just caught up in the moment, I know you didn't mean it. Your strong Loveless, with those powers of being able to heal and decay you may be one of the strongest. Scary stuff huh?"

"Yay...real scary." She half smiled as she drifted off to somewhere else. A more peaceful time before she had taken heroism seriously, before all the craziness with her personalities, the Ninjeta invasion, and now these horrific yet awe inspiring powers. How could one person deal with it? How was she supposed to deal with it?

"Loveless!"

"Yep! I sensed it too!"

It was battle! One of the energy sources was someone well known in the vine universe, it was Feral Nova. A legend, long time member of the infamous team We Are Legend (figures right?), she was up against someone Loveless didn't recognize as being from this planet. Strong yes, they had the same energy signature and feeling as Sha. Loveless deducted it must be a high ranking officer within the Ninjeta Army. She walked out of the tent her and Pink had momentarily been in to help the medics. The Ninjeta fleet were flying off and scattering. "NO!!! Pink Stay here and try to direct more survivors to the medics! I gotta take these bad boys down!" Pink nodded and flew off in an area they hadn't salvaged through. Loveless was airborne, she flew fist first into Ninjeta spaceship after Ninjeta spaceship. "Take that you scum!!" She could feel the battle between Feral Nova and her foe couldn't be too far off.

Loveless landed to someone looked almost exactly like Sha, it must have been a sister or clone maybe. She couldn't find Feral and then she sensed her presence in a psy trap of some sort. "Don't worry Feral!! I am Lady Loveless and I am here to save the day!" Loveless played that back in her head to see if it sounded as cheesy and cliche as she she thought,and it did. She grabbed at the psy beams, "ouch!" Theu burned her skin as she touched them. "Fine, maybe I can't touch them....but if I take you then maybe they will disappear?!" She winked and nodded at her new target the alien invader. That had entrapped the hero Feral Nova. Loveless flew towards the woman fist first, ready to make fist to face contact. She just hoped it was on her fist, on her foe's face, and not vice verse.

Then

At the age of thirteen Cassidy had asked for a puppy. In reality, though, she had begged and pleaded. Promised to care for it, to walk it, to take responsibility for it. She was a teenager now and fully responsible, completely capable of bearing the burden. She had been the happiest girl in the world, babying the the Siberian Husky like it was a child, cuddling with it, running with it - it had become her best friend, much to the chagrin and condemnation of Angelique. "Assassins don't have friends," she'd tell Cassidy, only for Cass to scorn her and tell her that she wasn't just an assassin in training, she was a human being.

The day had come that she had to live up to her promise of fully taking care of that little puppy, though. She came home one day, limping and her fur matted with blood. There was a slice along her side, nearly revealing her organs. Cass had always suspected that it was Angelique, but had never said a single word, knowing that their father would side with her without solid proof, of which there was none, of course. She had run to him, sobbing in a show of emotion. His response was to gently stroke her back before crouching down and looking her in the eye as he held her hands. "Put her out of her misery, chere. She isn't going to make it through the night." Her lip trembled as tears spilled down her lightly freckled cheeks. "But...but she's just a puppy..." The young teen truly didn't see how this could be happening to her. "Sometimes putting somebody out of dheir misery is de most merciful thing we can do for dem. Dhere are different meanings and connotations to de word. It's not always letting your enemies go free - sometimes it's not causing them anymore pain."

Holding the puppy in her lap, the blood indelibly staining the white sundress she'd been cavorting around in, Cassidy held her hand over the dog's snout, preventing her from breathing. The puppy rested her paw on Cass's arm, as if to say she knew what was happening and that it was okay. She dug the hold in the rose garden without a single helping hand from any other person and all offers of condolences were utterly ignored. It had been a turning point for the young ingenue and one that helped set her on the course she continued to traverse today.

Now

There were some people who defied nurture and were exactly what nature had made them. Angelique LeBeau was born hating this world and the nurture - if you could call it that - of two of the world's most elite political players and experienced killers only cemented her course of destiny. She was a faberge killing machine and Cassidy had been preparing to beat her at her own game since the time they were old enough to cognitively realize how much they truly hated one another.

The reasons had been lost amongst the years. A contest of affection from their father, a matching of skills, the fact that they were both so similar yet so different at the same time. It could be any of a million reasons. All Cass knew was that there was no being in the world (including Darkchild) whom she would derive more joy from killing than Angelique herself.

She could hear the hacking cough of Angelique as the perfectly crafted poisons began to effect her psyche. It was a naivete to think that it would keep her down for the count. There was nothing that Cass had come up with that could down Angelique permanently, at least not yet. Tonight was the true test of skills - had she progressed enough in the craft of killing to take down the Legend Slayer herself?

The sound of air being displaced was the only hint that Angelique was coming for her. The benefit and downfall of these two fighting each other was that they new the other like the back of their hand. Style, moves, tactics, everything. The swan dive with the sword was a favored tactic of the Paper Monkey. However knowing somebody's moves and being fast enough to counter them were two different things. Despite the nimble footwork of the Dark Raven, she wasn't quick enough to fully evade the anger of the blade.

A hissing noise left her mouth as the unparalleled sharpness of the blade struck her, slicing through skin and muscle and leaving the arm nearly useless. Using her telekinesis to not only stem the blood flow, but also hide the smell of blood, something that she knew Angelique's keen senses would pick up on like a shark sniffing out blood in the water.

Executing a tuck and roll with her telekinesis working as her bad arm, Cass quickly made her way to cover across the room, planning three moves ahead as she did so. Reaching into her holster she pulled out an unusually shaped sidearm and did her best to aim it properly while her arm throbbed, the pain nearly wrecking her concentration. She finally got a shot off where she wanted it - straight into the wall. It was an incendiary round and would go off in three seconds, exploding portions of the drywall outwards and hopefully straight into Angelique's eyes.

The next thing she did was throw her voice. Using her telekinesis to create a tube to carry and bend the soundwaves created by her resonating voice, Cassidy spoke and when she did so, it sounded as if it were from the opposite direction. "You know...I still remember last year vividly. I remember being attacked by you and Florian..." She let the words sink in, doing her best to throw her sister off her game and antagonize her, much as Angelique had done to Cass time and time again. "I remember dismembering his body piece by piece with my telekinesis and what great fun that was. I do so hope that I one day get the chance to do that again. Only this time flesh and blood and in front of your eyes. And I hope I get to kill you tonight Angelique, I really really do. Because if I don't - you'll wish I had. Me killing you tonight would be a mercy for what I have planned otherwise." She paused for a moment, smiling in the darkness. "That's why they call me Mercy, Ang. That's the secret. It's because by the time I'm done with you - it's what you'll be begging for."

Closing her eyes she reached into her belt and tossed a flash-bang grenade across the room. Placing her hands over her ears and ducking her head down close to her chest, she internally counted to five and waited for the charge to go off. Three more seconds afterwards and she opened her eyes, the dark room filled with a hazy dust. Pulling out a carefully sheathed tanto knife from her boot, Cassidy lunged for Angelique's back. The knife was covered in a poison derived of the most potent compounds found in nature, synthetically fabricated in a lab to be ten times as lethal. In a swift flurry of movement, Cass attempted to slice it across Angelique's arm, giving her a wider margin for the blade to connect than if she stabbed and missed.

London

"Oh dear Tigerun...what have we gotten ourselves into?" The young girl from another world looked down to her spirit partner, and hoped he would have some sage advice to give in this time of need. "Tigerun remember our oath, to try our best and never give up!" She looked to her friend with admiration and courage.

"Lily we can do this, we must find Master Windsor though, the fates from our world said he need our help. You had better change into your Tiger Armor form for this coming battle will be a tireless one." The tiger partner telepathically communicated the instructions to Lily. "Hurry get on my back, I'll transform into my Feral form to get us there quicker. Lily hopped onto Tigerun's back and they hurried off to Windsor's location. On their way to his make shift fortress they heard his awe inspiring speech:

“People of Earth, if you haven’t noticed we are under attack, an attack none of us were prepared for, this is not an attack on good or evil, this is an invasion,”“what I’m doing is asking for assistance. I want, no I need anyone and everyone the United Kingdom is on the urge of falling, some of you might not show up, I understand that, but understand this it’s the UK right now, it’ll affect you later.”

Lily and Tigerun stopped, they had weaved in and out of Ninjans and clones alike, but they heard new footsteps, of...average people. They carried everything from rifles to rolling pens. Hundreds of them slain in the first few minutes. Lily buried her head in Tigerun's fur. "Just go! Go Tigerun!!!" The tiger continued onto their quest to find Master Windsor at whatever cost and aid him in anyway. They heard another speech right before they arrived to the tower. The magnificently powerful hero turned villain Renegade Lantern came over a similar speaker to what Master Windsor had used. He stated:

“Dear People, come, with your weapons and pitch forks, let me rip hope from your hands” he let the world see the pile of bodies below him, all stacked up, “Come join your country men.”

Tigerun let out a low growl at his words, and Lily cringed as she tried to stay focused on taking evil down like him. "They won't...win....they WON'T WIN TIGERUN! Not if we have anything to do with it!" The Tiger jumped over several clones and roared in reply to Lily's remark. The crowd of average citizens were not going falter, even if they all perished they fought for their right to live! Lily wipped a tear from her eye as they arrived to the base that Windsor had setup. "Master Windsor! I am Lily a spirit wilder from the tribe Xencu, and this is my spirit partner Tigerun. We were sent here by our elders to protect Earth from Sha's and Final Arrow's forces. We will do our best and won't give up!!!" Tigerun roared in reply, the two had a burning passion that even the mighty Sha and Final Arrow should fear.

With a smirk Stephanie looked up from the settling dust around her, a result from her attack as she stood in the crater she made herself. Not wasting any time the Ninjan Knight was on the attack again, and the Fire Goddess was more than ready. She watched as psi energy blasts came raining down at the her, eyes narrowed, hands glowing getting ready to counter the attack until…

"Don't worry Feral!! I am Lady Loveless and I am here to save the day!"

“Huh?” Steph caught off guard as she looked over to the new arrival. “WATCH OUT!” She blurted out, watching the younger hero suddenly become harmed from Ziccarra’s attack that now surrounded the flaming hero, caged like an animal.

"Fine, maybe I can't touch them....but if I take you then maybe they will disappear?!" Her attention went from Stephanie, to Ziccarra.

“WAIT NO!” Stephanie reached out, only to get socked by the purple psi energy beams herself. “Grah!” She pulled away from the bars of her cage, she had to get out and fast!

But as Stephanie took a second, she watched as the surrounding Ninjan force were retreating. That means they won this fight! “WALlies, looks like we’ve won this fight! The Ninjan’s are retreating. Sweep your areas and make sure every Ninjan is out of this state!”

Looking back at the two fighters, the fire goddess closed her eyes for a moment before bursting into flames, letting out a feral roar the fire collided with her energy cage, bursting it with the raw energy of her power, unable to contain the pyro hero. Looking ahead she watched as Lady Loveless was attempting to take on Ziccarra herself.

“Can’t let her take on Ziccarra on her own.” Hoping she was keeping the Ninjan busy as she began to power up her dancing flames. They swirled around her body as she rose her arms up above her head for a moment, as if moving with the flames that escalate above her head. Then throwing her arms forward the flames spiraled forth from her arms, taking form of a serpent. “LOVE DUCK!” she yelled out towards her new friend.

Lady head popped up for a second as if she heard Stephanie, not bothering to look back, she quickly dropped her body to the ground as the golden flames soared inches over her body and rushed towards Z, the mouth of the serpent formed flames opening as it closed in.

Charles had waited on a reply to the urgent message he sent out to everybody. Yet, there were no replies to save this historical place, he feared the worst. He feared he would have to defend this place by himself and with that situation; there was a great chance of death. Charles though kept fighting, he would not let fear consume him, or he would become his own worst enemy.

That’s when it happened, something he hoped would come, a response to his plea. "This is Edward Windsor of the champions of peace; I have a small but well-armed force with me located at the tower of London side of Tower Bridge. Large oncoming force inbound we are about to get tied up real soon. If you’re in need of ammo or meds come to my location, I have reinforcements inbound.” A smile escaped Charles lips; he felt better knowing that people received the message. “This is The Red Raider, I hear you. My ‘ally’ and I are trying to hold it down at our location, as soon as we feel this place is secured or can handle itself, we will me--,” Charles was cut off from communicating by a Ninjan that had blindsided him as he tried to respond. The Ninjan had tackled him off the building, he was sent flying into an alley crashing into an opposing building. He crashed against the building, leaving a print of his whole body embedded into the building. The Ninjan on the other hand instead of trying to continue fighting Charlie, it flew up into the sky continuing the assault on the city.

“Sir, are you okay?” The bot asked. The Masked Crusader let out an aching moan as he rose from the concrete and brushed himself off. “I’m fine. How are the other places around the world?” Charles asked hoping for some good news. “Sir, the assault seems to be overwhelming in some places such as the one you are in now, others are sending the invaders running.” The reply was neither good nor bad. It was in the middle, where they losing in one place, they were winning in another. He began to walk to the streets after he picked up his weapons again. All of a sudden, there was a crash right through the building as a figure slid right in front of him. The dust covered the figure, but the massive dust cloud could not hide the ruby eyes that shined through. “Hello Red Raider,” her voice showed she meant trouble for Charlie. “Scan…now...” he whispered, his voice didn’t even move as though he was a ventriloquist. “Sir, run now!” The bot commanded, at first Charles was confused, he didn’t know why the bot was acting like this. As the dust settled, the bot spoke, “That’s not just a Ninjan sir it’s Sha!” Charles took one step back still facing Sha, then one more. Sha raised her arms at Charles, this was when Charlie turned. He ran at his peak, not knowing what Sha was expecting to do. He took a glimpse over his shoulder at her to see her firing red pellets at him. He faced forward to see the dead end in front of him, with the projectiles right behind him he ran up the wall and did a back flip. The result of his move was the pellets hit the wall behind him and it began to crumble, Charles rolled out of the way just in time, with a bit of his cape getting scathed.

As they stood there, they stared at one another as her ruby eyes met his white mask’s lens neither blinked. They didn’t show fear; they couldn’t show it, if one of them even budged the other would try to capitalize. The alley was filled with silence through all the chaos and violence that surrounded them; it was like there was no sound around them. Finally Charles spoke, “So the top Ninjan known as Sha stands in front of me, Should I be honored? Or am I supposed to plea and beg on my knees?” Charles’s made an inconspicuous reach into a pouch and grabbed a pellet. “Truth is Sha, I am quite honor to have the leader of all this,” Charles raised his hand at the chaos all around them, and then he began messing with his wristband. Initiating Anti-Flash Lens“but as for the pleading and begging. I’m sorry, but that’s not my style.” He threw the pellet against the wall beside them. The flash went off covering the space around them with an overwhelming flash. All was fine for The Red Raider though, he saw clearly through it all as he rushed towards the Ninjan Queen. He reached into another pocket where he grabbed two small explosives, which would go off blowing her back and stun her. She dodged the first one blindly, but the second one caught her on the forearm. She was slammed back as it went off, sending a jolt through her body. He used a grappling hook and rushed onto the building, where he was free to roam. He didn’t want to get cornered by a Ninjan especially Sha. When he looked below to the streets of London is when he saw the people, the normal people taking arms in a fight where they knew individually they would lose, but together they posed a threat. He then heard an unfamiliar voice, “Dear People, come, with your weapons and pitch forks, let me rip hope from your hands” The people of London, didn’t budge at the speech. They continued on strong, determined to fight. Charles kept running taking lefts and right on top of the rooftops as the music of Highway to Hell began to play. “Nice,” he said under his breath.

It had been a very long time since Harmone had fought in a war, and even longer since she fought for anything but herself. These people were nothing to her a few months ago, but now she is part of something Legendary. She watched as the troops of Ninjans took out everything they crossed, her body trembled with terror and excitement as they dove in closer an closer to her. Soon a lone Ninjan caught sight of her an charged her swinging a long weapon, she grabbed the blade as it was inches from her face a smile showing itself. Above she could hear the sound of Feral Nova, she would help her when she needed. Her astounding fascination with these creatures took more prescience.

With lightning fast reflexes she snapped the weapon like a twig, slamming her hand into the middle of the weapon it snapped in two. Following the first she followed it by pulling the Ninjan forward an sent a punch deep into his stomach, he flew backwards a few times bouncing off the ground and finally coming to a stop. Lifting what seemed to be a now heavy body from the debris of California he looked to his opponent an smiled. Flying forward an launching a force of magnetism at Harm she put her arms out trying to stop the force, only launched airborne from the attack. Her hands burned from the attack and she waved them in the air trying to fix the pain, but it was short lived as he continued his attack slamming a fist into her small frame sending her higher into the air. Continuing the onslaught of attacks the Ninjan turned a once beautiful white uniform into a mass of fabric an blood.

Her body slammed to the ground after he finished his attacks, he slowly dropped to earth standing above her. Either leg on each side he smiled down to her as if saying "Such a pretty little thing." Her breasts were slightly hanging from her torn shirt, an he noticed looking at her chest intently. Using this she barked "MAN!!" before sending a knee straight up and into his groin. The thunder clap from her knee meeting his groin shattered glass scattered on the ground, she slide out from beneath him an grabbed him around the waist. Lifting him up and backwards she slammed his head onto the ground, a loud crack could be heard. As she looked down at him still alive she could still see the grimace from her nut shot, a fit of laughter filled her as she looked above. A cruiser was soaring above, she bent her knees and took off leaving a small crater in her wake. The Ninjan she had fought still reeling from her last attack, soaring through the air she dodged blasts from the cruiser. She rocketed towards her fist held out in front of her, soon she slammed into the cruiser an went straight through it.

It fell to the ground in two pieces exploding even further as it hit the ground, as she looked to the remains of the area she saw Nova and a woman known as Love fighting Zicarra. Taking in a deep breath she allowed for something to take control, a beastial power that she hadn't allowed free in over a millennial. In an instant she was next to Nova as Nova launched an attack towards Z, looking to Nova she spoke to her telepathically. "Dont worry my appearance, its me Harmone inside this beast. Let me distract her. Then you launch an attack, all three of us can take her no?" She stood waiting for her orders from Nova.

London 10 mins ago( right after last post)

Edward fought as hard as he could. His sword cutting the very air with the speed of its attacks. Each creating small sonic booms around the blade making its tell tail blue flames move so fast that it seemed the whole bridge was ablaze with its magical fire. The sword worked its ancient magic on his enemies. Swiping rapidly at each enemy as they approached he mixed up his strikes, some heavy hits some simple glancing blow but each of which sapped at the very life essence of the Sha's it touched. With each strike the blade grew stronger imbued with more and more siphoned energy and with each touch of the blue flame his enemies grew weaker. The first Sha fell after several hits and soon quickly others followed their life-force eaten away by the ancient relic bestowed to the royals of England. Edward quickly realised that while affective he would have to engage thousands more Sha's and even with the sword growing in power he didn't know if he could keep this up for as long as was needed. He needed to fight smarter and when his prototype got there he certainly would.

Now

Edward could feel something close to him , something weird was happening the air seemed to move of its own accord like a pocket of space just upped and vanished from right next to him. A familiar voice spoke “So what did I climb out of hell for?.” Without looking over his shoulder Edward replied still struggling with the bridge full of Sha's " I am guessing you didn't want to miss the fight?. Good to see you Mike. Now how about you help me out here. The one who takes the least down buys the beer." The words barely had left Eddy's mouth before they where answered music burst from all the communicators and audio devices around him Highway to Hell echoed through the streets of London. Fitting choice Edward thought before his former team mate spoke again, Eddy was unsure if Mike was even talking to him “Don’t worry I’m not crazy, I know one way we can even the odds a little.”. Replying anyway Edward simply said " You certainly know how to make an entrance , I'm glad you have a plan mines not here yet." Eddys communicator bleeped repetitively "Scratch that its here" a package drops from the sky into Edwards arms "Special delivery from MI6, just what i always wanted".

As the champion took a break from the fighting to tear open the box he heard another voice nearby “Dear People, come, with your weapons and pitch forks, let me rip hope from your hands” he let the world see the pile of bodies below him, all stacked up, “Come join your country men.” Edward looked over at Sov who simply gestured at Edward he had this one covered. Edward prepped his new device quickly as time was of the essence. "Master Windsor! I am Lily a spirit wilder from the tribe Xencu, and this is my spirit partner Tigerun. We were sent here by our elders to protect Earth from Sha's and Final Arrow's forces. We will do our best and won't give up!!!" Looking up from his box with a mixture of pride and slight concern in his continuing delays away from the front line he simply said " Hi that's great, as you can see where under attack theirs the enermy ( gestures with hand) thanks for the help. Now if you excuse me i have to get this working."

Pressing the button in the middle of the metallic disc shaped object nothing happened. again still nothing. Edward shook the device it didnt rattle so was still in one piece but it was just dead. It needed a kick start. The speech of this new enemy rattled around in his head and somehow sparked a thought (HOPE) frantically grabbing at his waistband he pulled out a small blue glow and placed it on his finger. The small glow grew and covered Edwards body. Placing his ringed hand on the device he drew his sword in his other hand and placed the tip of the sword of the ring. A great burst of energy burst from the ring and the sword and encompassing Edward in a dome of blue energy. The device had lit up. Looking down at his hands Edward pulled with every ounce of strength he could muster he had to break the charge before he overloaded the device. The champion grimaced as he hands burst apart letting out a shock wave of blue energy which danced across the air in all direction like a rogue wave of water. Placing his weapon back in their holsters. He spoke aloud to all that allies around him "Sorry about that, I need to do this, look after my body. Sov put this on my ring finger when this is over" tossing a silver ring in Mikes direction the champion turned on the device and instantly fell to the ground.

The champions body lay apparently lifeless on the floor, but his mind was ablaze with a new level of power. No longer having to focus on other faculties Edwards true mental power was unleashed and his keen mind zoned in on thousands on non human targets at once with the greatest ease. Focusing his mind he tapped into every non human mind he could and turned them against one another Sha vs Sha , Ninjan vs Ninjan his focus expanding further and further reaching county to county until the whole of England was within his mental grasp.

She felt her mind slowly creep and crawl back to consciousness, back to the real world. The rough sensation of sand covered her face, took over her mouth and nostrils. Trying to achieve a stable hold, to prop herself back on her own two feet. It was like learning to walk again, she spat out a healthy serving of terra firma as Mallory shook her head, clearing the clouds that muddled her train of thought. Not in the ring anymore….not even the mean streets of Japan, this is one of those end all be all kind of deals, echoed in her head, as the rest of the events predating her black out. In the hanger with the mission briefing, encouraging the team, in the sky witnessing the battle unfold, the crash, and then the losing battle with a Ninjan.

“Ow.” She placed a hand at her temple; the flooding memories brought a phantom echo of that slobber knocker of a psy strike.

My team…My friends…Alicia ,Takeru, Mal’s eyes darted around, the fuzz about the edges of her ocular “picture” cleared away as she found them. Her worry dimed a little as she saw that the soldiers of the downed Nakamura 7ASQ just managed to bust out the front windshield and rush to their side to deliver aid, Fuchsia gave a smile as they showed they were coming to, she heard one of the troops call for a healing team and for any spare reinforcements they could muster, it was still just the ‘first act’ they had a lot more to traverse. Translated from Japanese “Lady Nightingale are you okay, do you medical assistance, can you can continue?” The healing team was quick on the scene. “I’m fine, I’ve had worse and done more.” Is what Fuchsia Nightingale wanted to say, but the words didn’t find their way out, the Healer responded with a “quick fix” spell to the problem area, a shine of bright green glitz of magical power, her mental state was now up to speed.. “We are setting up a tent for Micro-man and Puma, their injuries are a little more complicated, but they will be able to join us soon.” The healer gave some reassurance to Fuchsia, with a pat on the shoulder to go along with it.

“We were ambushed…” Mal stated, yet she cut herself off, the Ninjan. Her eyes darted around; the Ninjan was a couple yards ahead of them, enthralled in combat with a blue Meta human Fuchsia Nightingale had not seen before, they traded a series of lunges and jabs with the Invader, whoever she was, Fuchsia had to give the devil her due.

“We just got word that there is more Ninjan inbound.” But no time to be a spectator

Angelique's presumptuous expression conveyed her arrogance absent verbalization as her blade cut through muscle and severed tendon. Her hatred on full demonstration as she continued to advance with a follow-through stroke aiming for the injured Raven's neck, only to find air and humiliation as Mercy contorted her body with the grace and speed of a gymnast. Somersaulting across the room creating enough separation to exercise her calculated counter initiative. Firing her incendiary with clutch precision, the Paper Monkey was caught off-guard, inheriting the consummate force of the blast with a devastating combination of shared debris and flame lacerated the major sections of her pupil and cornea. Allowing the searing flame to travel down the Hyaloid canal directly into the optic nerves destroying the sensitive tissues while simultaneously turning her eyes a template shade of isabelline white.

Her voice muted by the indescribable pain, her knees buckling, her weapons dropped. Barely able to comprehend the telekinetically thrown voice of her opponent, the muffled words were just starting to register as yet another well anticipated attack was unleashed. Violently the flash-grenade erupted creating chaos and confusion temporarily disabling the LeBeau Legacy's own telepathic abilities rendering the assassin deaf and blind. Unable to react as the cunning member of the Court of Owls sprung from her crouched position utilizing her versatility to inflect the highest probability for a successful attack.

Running her poisoned blade along the length of the disabled baroness it would only take second for it to course its way through her entire system. But without hesitation Angelique reached for the logical location of Cassidy's arm given the strike pattern, attempting to snag her wrist long enough to deliver a rapid session of nerve clustering strikes. With her index finger bent a quarter of the way back displaying an exaggerated knuckle she struck towards four precise locations with blinding speed in hopes of rendering her deadly assailant immobile before collapsing.

Reaching out with what little power she had Angelique pleaded, "S'il vous plaît père..... protec. .rotect me....." (Please, father.....protec.....protect me.....)

United

Spitfire hadn't had much luck locating the leader of S.I.B a fact that had her dreading her home might soon come to a close. The vast forces of clones mythical things and Ninjans made progress slow at best. She was a speed freak a person who won races and played with engines and oil this was not her forte. On the upside she had located Rayne the assassin named Razor. It was a revelation that made Desiray willing to fight on. She stood back to back with her lover reunited on the frontlines of a frantic war. Ironically despite the romantic inspiration that Desiray fealt Rayne was oblivious. Razor was simply stuborn fighting with everything she had partnering with anyone and using anything to walk out of this alive. It took minutes to defeat the Sha that confronted the pair. Spitfire despite having a remarkable skill to manipulate things in motion was still more battered than she had ever been in any fight.While Rayne was a bloody mess if not for her near indistructible bones she would of been a husk scattered into pieces. Exaustion creaping into their veins and yet that was just one. Nearly killed in a dual with one unit of an entire army. The war was grim at best it seamed.

Not Exactly For Liberty

It was laughable to the demon, not much in the world went unnoticed by the media. That was not to say one was an expert on things but it seamed almost humorous how some could go by as unknowns. Blair had torched a person on public broadcast during the start of the second "civil war" and was the one that had declared open war on Russia. Inviting people to step up, she had duals in city streets and leapt into as many wars or fights as she could. Yet she seamed to be an enigma to the legendary Ziccara. This was why evil never would truely fade from view, there were simply to many cracks for one to slip through. Some even came off as unavoidable. Tragic, or atleast it would be if Azrael cared much for the circumstance.

The jade eyed daughter of death stood perplexed a bit on how she fealt about the growing war. Around the globe Ninjan clones were surfacing but not those that were allready in motion. The blond beauty she was about to but heads with was but one of hundreds maybe thousands. It was hard for her to so much as know if the Zicarra she fought here was even the real one or just enouther spliced gene. Part of her stood deaply impressed despite invasions, warzones, and dualing gods this seamed like it could very well be the hardest conflict she ever stepped into. Another part of her however was also ashamed by the army. Part of a wars bigest influence was moral and fear, if one fealt the enemy was untouchable and that they were coming to the end of the world you had fear. A delicious paranoia that nothing could be done to avoid an untimely demise, this army almost had that. Moral though was hope the belief there was a chance and that was where this army failed in the demons eyes. The epic scale of the enemy was so grand that every kill was a triumphant victory. When the enemy is a woman who seams to be the greatest threat yet anytime she died by any means screamed of hope. And so in an army of beauty and power every chip in the armor boosted the will of humanity. Her opponent was a beautiful threat, her enemy was arrogant. Atleast so thought the proud redhead.

Now was not a time for dwelling on the emotional depths of this conflict however. "You'll have to excuse me darling. It's been awhile sence I did this." The voice of a proud leader spoke. At this moment her enemy went from a single queen to seven figures armed and at the ready. Three of light three of darkness, a nice tactic especially sence fire and light were not the same and so truely no matter how she played her hand she still had four targets. Her abilities over darkness could dispatch those of light but nothing could be done about darkness it would all be null. Then it came at her all at once in perfect harmony. A wave of darkness was shot forward an area effect meant to destroy the light duplications. Still a pair lashed at her chest as another six came down vertically. Failing to block would likely leave her in tattered remnants. Ducking backwards and raising her blades the vertical strikes were deflected ages of training allowing her to fend off the barage. Duplicates were great for one thing though. That was numbers try with all her might she still had the presumed real Sha to deal with and nothing to use as a defensive. Her movements avoided any critical injury but still deep gashes ran along her shoulders. Thick crimson pooling down her pale skin, healing abilities would recover the harm soon, still the threat was made crystal clear.

The attacks were perfectly synchrinised as the duplicates readied another attack the real threat rolled to attack her from behind driving a blade through the back and through her spleen. It seamed best to resort to one of her more favored tactics, earth shot up from the ground asphalt twisting and morphing to her will. It was aimed to strike the remaining duplicates like a battering ram though she doubted it would do much. Mostly though it seperated them hopefully giving her more time to target the source. A blade of light lacerated her midsection as soon as the demon whiped around to look the queen in the eye. A blade now portruding through Azrael's skin, that leaft one blade to deal with if she was not mistaken. Her left blade readied to block and parry as need be as the right swung. A lethal arc aimed to sever the head from its shoulders, finding flesh or not it would snap back and then come down verticaly in effort to rip the womans arm away. It was not the most beautiful motion but then roaring chainswords were not a pretty weapon. To conclude her combination the member of Tenebra would teleport to the skies above making the ground shift into spikes rocketing into the air with horendous force. Azra knew she was not the deadliest predator but she was however a sucker for brutality. The emerald green flames dancing in her eyes made it all so apparent.

The smell of Eternal Chaos exuded from within the pores of the crimson haired vixen. Sha thought this to be particularly peculiar. Sha watched calmly as the young women destroyed her light incarnations with her own dark powers. The barrage of attacks didn’t deter the battle spirit burning within the torso of the young women, Sha watched rather impressed as the blood dripped down the young women. Piercing the spleen of the Azra, Sha grimaced just a bit; she didn’t expect an easily countered attack to be taken so easily. Despite, the damage her and her clones managed to deal, Azra’s defensive tactics were for the most part pretty durable; a fact that told Sha this would not be a slugfest.

The woman retaliated quickly, swinging her blade in an attempt to behead Sha; this was an futile effort as Sha quickly turned intangible and avoided the strike. Eager to continue fighting, Sha returned back once she was sure the assault had concluded. This misjudging the strike, she felt the demonic blade of her opponent slice through the medial side of her arm, before retracting it back into the light. Wincing in pain, the Ninjan Queen landed on the ground maintaining a crouched position, her once ocean blues eyes, now ruby red as she gazed upon the Emerald pupils of her attacker. The ground began to tremor, knowing off the bat that this was the woman’s intricate geokenesis, Sha started flying towards Azra. The sheer force in which the ground structure came up left her little time to react, doing what she did best was improvising, Sha constructed a light shield upon herself and was knocked down at the base of the monument.

“Ugh…” the impact nearly knocked the wind out of her, however she was fine temporarily. Glancing up, Sha took note to the moon and then took note to its reflection. “Gotcha…” she said, pulling out her Ecosphere. Scanning the huge man-made pond in front of the monument, the Ninjan device transformed the whole pond into one large mirror. Flying directly into the mirror, the fissure knocked thousands of shards into the air, from Sha’s impact.

Spinning around from the momentum of her impact, the Ninjan Messiah fired, a sonic burst of wind towards the glass shooting it at a fast past towards Azra. As the shards screeched across the sky; Sha fired a light blast in hoping that if the shards hit the beam of light bouncing within the mirror shards would to.

With a healing factor, Sha knew this fight was useless; this girl would never tire out and she didn’t have the time to give her, her full attention. Pushing her hands forward, the Ninjan Queen generated an ear splitting sonic scream; hoping to leave the woman without equilibrium. Hoping to keep her busy with yet another tactic, just like she had done Mercury, Sha vanished.

United Kingdom

The flash bang went off; causing Sha to stumble back just a bit, a second one hit her forearm, which simply pissed her off. Her Keen eyesight split the Smokey flash bang right down the middle; he had managed to escape, but she wouldn’t allow him to leave with a clean conscious. Moving faster than teleportation the Ninjan Queen appeared right in front of a crowd who fought against the Ninjans. “Your courage is most commendable…” she said, with her eyes flashing a bright red, soon a crimson glare came over them and finally she released a devastating optic blast from her eye’s which leveled the whole block. “Truly a pity…” she said, floating amidst the dust and debris. Turning around, Sha watched as her fellow clones began to attack one another. “Awww someone’s cheating….” She said, activating her ecosphere. The moment the ecosphere went on-line the Ninjan woman within London we’re back on track. “This is number 56, requesting that all Elitist, activate the ecosphere” she said, to prevent further distractions. Will… no one fight me?” She said, hovering in the air with a bit of a crazed look.

California.

“Love Duck” Nova screamed, capturing the new annoyance attention; the woman ducked and a gigantic serpent swallowed the Ninjan Knight; charring most of the flesh from her skin. The flames quickly made the skin boil up, and most of the thick raven hair was burned from her scalp. Landing with a powerful thud on the ground the Knight; as she tried to rise, a mysterious substance poured from her mouth.

The Ninjan Knight forced her hands on the ground; slowly she staggered back to her feet. “Hehehehe” she grunted, wiping the mysterious white ooze from her chin. From across the way, she could see three deaths, standing shoulder to shoulder with each other. Extending her hand out, a tumultuous green energy began to swirl around her fingers, pulling back the Ninjan Knight pushed a nuclear level light beam towards the three Wal members.

The Citadel

“Emerald, we’re asking you to go and return the rouge guardian…” Maki said, rendering a salute to Cleo Sterling as she came walked up. “Alright I’ll do it, but I’ll need a full Cortega Squadron, I’m bringing back Final Arrow… too” she said, heading off towards the alternaught.

Akube's hover cycle barreled through the Utopian skies. He glanced over his shoulder at the Ninjan on his tail. She could easily fly faster than him. She was toying with him. He had no time for it. Tapping away a thick cloud of gas spewed from the back of his cycle. A Ninjan's body could process the gas easily, so the attack seemed a useless gesture. At least, it seemed that way. Akube slowed his hover cycle, rising up from his seat and turning to face the blinded Ninjan behind him. She flew out of the cloud of gas only to be met with a strike from his electrified fist. The alien soldier lashed back and fell out of sight.

The man in black kept riding across the sky towards Solace City, hoping that he would not be greeted by the ashes of Utopia. The wind lashed at his face and howled in his ears, leaving him unaware as he was blindsided by a devastating blow to his face. He rolled along the wing, catching hold just before he was plunged to his death. Dangling on the still-moving cycle, he glanced across to see the wounded Ninjan flying alongside, a fire in her eyes. Without thinking he swung his weight back and thrust himself forward, kicking her in the chin with enough force to shatter his feet if his boots weren't steel-toed. Following through with his kick, he hooked his legs over her shoulders and flung himself over, repelling off her back. Her slowed reflexes and deterred strength from the last electrocution gave him ample time to act. He twisted through the aimed his right arm at her, pressing the button on the shock knuckles with his thumb. A small dart shot from the center and struck her in the back. Once again, she fell into convulsions and plummeted to the earth far below.

The hover cycle swooped back around to catch Akube. Each set of knuckles housed five darts. He now had nine left between the two. He turned the cycle to maximum speed and tore off through the air, his heart racing not from the fight, but from the fear of what would come.

SOLACE CITY, MONROE PARK

Akube flew just above the ground, jumping off and landing silently on a grassy hill as the hover cycle flew off without him. He gathered his breath, preparing for the worst. "Hello?!" he cried, "Tsukazaki! Bandari has not abandoned you!" He waited, praying in silence that he was not too late.

The deadliest mistake you could ever make it to underestimate your opponent in the midst of combat. It was a mistake that Cassidy had promised never to make. Yet here she was, believing for a second that she may actually have the upper hand on Angelique for once in their lives. She had been almost assured of her kill as she drive the knife towards her back, a physical manifestation of what Angelique had been doing to her since they were children.

Yet at the last moment, the Paper Monkey's nearly unparalleled skill and formidable perseverance won through. There was a cracking noise in the air as she applied just enough pressure to the Ronin Assassin's wrist to crack the bone and tear the tendons, rendering her dominant hand completely useless. It was a testament to Cassidy's willpower and the amount of pain that she'd endured throughout the years that not a single sound left her mouth in response.

The expertly-placed nerve strikes came next, well placed along her arms and with no possible response to them other than a futile tightening of the muscles. The two women collided in an epic battle of will and skills in the darkness of a place that had played a huge part in their lives. Both of Cass's arms were now useless. The final strike was aimed straight for the base of her spine with the intent of hitting the cluster of nerves at the base and leaving her without use of her legs.

She fell to the floor, letting her legs go dead. One of the things she had made sure would never happen again was paralysis. The technology lodged within her spine and the nanobots coursing throughout her blood prevented the nerve-strike from rendering her paralyzed, but at this point in the game she'd use anything to her advantage. Looking over at the still body of Angelique she took advantage of the opportunity that this moment provided.

Flipping up from her back and onto her feet with the ease of one skilled in martial arts, Cass strode across the room, her arms still by her side. Standing about a foot away from Angelique's head, she used her toe to trigger a lever in her boot, resulting in a thin, sharp blade sliding out at the tip of the foot from a compartment lodged within the sole. "Make your peace with the devil, chère sœur." Backing her leg up as if she were about to kick a soccer ball, Cassidy prepared to deliver the killing strike with nothing in her heart but a calm sense of finality.

The self-proclaimed King of Kings was already in-route when the telepathic plea of his daughter momentarily consumed his thoughts, intensifying his already conflicted emotions concerning her fate. Everything she was, everything she had turned out to be was a direct result of her improvable upbringing. The inherited abilities of her mother and father had plotted a predetermined path that had seen the would be assassin taken into countless confrontations as an adolescent child strapped to the back of her deadly father. Her photographic reflexes cataloging moves her feeble body would not be able to replicate for years. Her entire childhood devoted to the articulated operatic academy of martial arts and death. A method repeated time and again with his children, including Cassidy O'Rourke. With the hope of the trio one day succeeding the Living Legend as a trinity of leadership over the League of Assassins. But such an ambitious in-devour was quickly abdicated when the realization that three elite level assassins could not, and would not, thrive in the shadow of one another. Armed with this knowledge, Jean Luc was content on letting the law of nature, survival of the fittest, play itself out. But time has a way of changing one's ideals and beliefs and eventually, thawing even the most frozen of hearts.

From the poison clouded shadows a metal object sliced through the air redirecting the lethal spike toed death strike just seconds before impact. Impeding itself in the wall just above Angelique's motionless body. Donning a greyish tinted gas mask Gambler swooped down, seemingly out of thin air intervening in the bloody conflict. Hitting the ground without a wasted motion he reached into his utility belt retrieving an auto-injector syringe filled with an unknown compound. Immediately plunging it into the Paper Monkey's heart before pausing briefly to brush aside the dilapidated strains of hair draping into her macabre eyes.

Rising slowly, his attention still focused down on the defeated Angelique, he softly spoke, "Its over Cassidy, tis time to go. Dhere is an onslaught of unstoppable Ninjan clones headed dis way. Tis a battle dee three of us cannot hope to survive. Dee victory is yours. If you wish anything further dhen dat.....you'll have to kill me first." Kneeling down he then cradled his daughter up into his arms, the hate filled gaze of Mercy burning a hole in his back as he began to walk towards the exit. "No matter how long it takes I promise, I'll make you whole again mon cher, I swear it." he whispered in the comatosed assassins ear.

Placing the lifeless body in the back section of Odyssey Dawn v4.0 and leaping into the cockpit he waited to see if the slighted Raven would accompany him to DC and the final battle.

The attack hit right on its mark, and Stephanie couldn’t help but let loose a cheesy grin. She watched as the Ninjan Knight fell to the ground, but she knew this fight was far from over. Then, the voice came back into her ear.

‘Stephanie, we need you in Washington DC.’ General Bartholomew was heard yet again.

“I’m a LITTLE busy General.” Stephanie spoke with annoyance. Sheesh, what the hell man, couldn’t he call someone else… like… anyone but her?

“Final Arrow is in Washington DC, we need you over there and take him out.”

She laughed. “Oh yeah, sure, let me just fly over to Washington DC and pick a fight with the GOD OF HELL!”

‘You can take him Stephanie, you just need a little extra push in power…’

Stephanie’s emerald eyes looked over at Ziccarra, she was already getting back onto her feet.

“Well I don’t have that ‘extra push’ or time.” She stood getting ready for an attack that was about to be unleashed as a beast like creature came to her, relieving itself to be Wvryn.

‘Yes you do, you need to trust me, and speak out these words ‘“From the depths of the pit, I call upon thee to bestow they power unto me. That your mightiest power shall grant me a fraction of thy power. Bring onto me.’”

Stephanie’s head jerked back confused, what the hell was he wanting to do? Call upon some demonic power? “General I don’t have time for this, over and out.” She flipped off her communicator as she turned her attention back to Ziccarra who was already unleashing her next attack.

A green energy blast pushed through the small-framed Ninjan, and Stephanie’s eyes widen. She could feel the deathly effects of the blast as soon as it left the Z’s hands. Things were about to go all Ruin City allllll over again, but this time, Stephanie could stop it.

“MOVE!” Stephanie yelled out, rushing towards the blast, shoving the other women out of the way, throwing her arms out, the blast hitting her right in the chest as Stephanie attempted with all her power to absorb the powerful attack. The last time she absorbed this much power… she had to quickly release it before it would harm anyone else… which almost killed her.

The energy was like a poison in her body, causing a burning sensation all over deep within her. She screamed in pain and dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around herself, her body giving off an eerie glowing green color as she struggled to keep the power contained. She could feel her body trying to fight it, to push it out of her system.

Hoping Lady Loveless would push an attack forward, Stephanie looked over to Wvyrn, her body trembling with pain and power, she knew what she had to do. ‘I knee you to do me a favor…’ she pushed a thought into the telepaths mind as she flicked on her communicator to make one final message to her team. “WALies, I’m proud of you all today, in the time of darkness you shined your light, never loose that light, it’s been an honor fighting by all of your sides. I hope to meet up with you all soon” With that she flicked off her communicator and nod to Wvyrn.

The young alien quickly rushed over to the Fire Goddess and placed a hand upon her shoulder. Taking one last look at Ziccarra she flashed a weak smile. “I’ll see you later.” She then looked over at Lady Loveless. “Give her hell Lady!” and with that, the two vanished.

Washington DC

In the chaotic state the two teleported, it was unlike anything she had seen. Fear began to sink in, was she ready to do this? Looking around she saw as armies, men, women, from all over the world came to try and protect the state, willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. It was Stephanie’s turn to make that choice as well.

“Get me to Final Arrow.” Stephanie spoke just above a whisper, a wave of nausea sweeping over her as she literally spilled her cookies all over the ground. Her body was dying; she had to hurry if she wanted this plan to work.

Without question her teammate did what was asked and the two suddenly appeared behind Final Arrow. She had never seen the being in person, but man… it sent chills down her spine. The air seemed so much older around him and the power he was giving off… it made her even more frighten than before. But the pale Fire Goddess made up her mind, without hesitation she wrapped both arms around him in a bear hug as she closed her eyes tightly. “Hey Arrow, I’m Feral Nova, nice to finally meet you.” She laughed as she looked over at the green woman. “NOW!” and with that, Stephanie, Wvyrn and Arrow vanished.

Gobi Desert

Wvyrn teleported the three to the middle of the Gobi Desert, it was night time there, and the star’s shown brightly as the three beings now stood in the hot sand. It was funny out of all the places she could have chosen, she picked the place where she died at the hands of Sha all those years ago. But it seemed fitting. “It was an honor working with you Wvyrn, go back, help Lady kick that Ninjan’s @ss!” She could see the hesitation in her teammates eyes, but she knew what was about to happen, and left, going back to California.

It was then Stephanie decided to finally release the power. The green power escaped from her body as her signature golden flames swirled with the energy. The sand pushed away from the two in every direction as it instantly turned into flakes of glass, floating through the air almost like glitter. The dark skies began to light up as Stephanie began to push every ounce of energy she had into the attack, the heat and power of it was so intense, shavings of skin began to peel off the Fire Goddess’ face, blood trickling down her body. ‘Its not enough!’ she thought to herself as she remembered the words that General Bartholomew spoke to her. Feeling her power quickly draining she had to act quickly. In a shaky voice she began to speak, “From the depths of the pit, I call upon thee to bestow they power unto me. That your mightiest power shall grant me a fraction of thy power…” Her eyes began to flash a blood thirsty red. “BRING UNTO ME!” with the final words her entire body explode into hellfire as the hero let out a feral roar from the overwhelming energy. With power of the hellfire and the nuclear power like energy that Ziccarra gave her caused the sand all around them in a 10 miles radius to be instantly turned into glass as mushroom shaped green and red explosion could be seen for miles pass that, the Earth trembled under the force.

With last scrap of her strength she clung onto Final Arrow as she could feel her life being sucked out of her. Flash backs of her life literally flashed before her eyes. Her humble beginnings in WAL, making friends like Sha, Wando, Angelic Reaper, Larry, Obi, NeVann Cly, Captain. Meeting heroes like Kurrent, Nighthunter, The Hunter, Mistress Redhead, Sov Son, WarKiller, Eclipse, Risky. Having a family, her children Sozuko and Hotaru and her long time love NeVann. Helping shape the future heroes by taking CPG under her wing. Everything flew through in her mind within seconds, as she let out her final breath.

When the trembling stopped, and light faded away twisted and spike formations of glass could be seen leading the way up to the center of where Stephanie stood, her body no longer there, all that was left of her, was a scorched mark from where she once stood. She did it, Stephanie became the hero she always wanted to be, by making the ultimate sacrifice.

The energetic trade of blows between The Champion and the Excellence of Electrocution came to an abrupt conclusion. The heroic Olympian's elusive energy-senses instantly detecting the presence of a magnetic anomaly and within a mere heartbeat, legendary Kurrent had vanished before mighty Alceus' surprised icy blue eyes. "Damn", he murmured disappointingly, however, it was not his inability to defeat the heroic veteran that troubled him but the simple fact that Kurrent was clearly not himself, his will having been cast aside by whatever entity had taken forceful control over the legend's once valiant mind. With the violent energies radiating all about him dispersing along with the continuous glow in the Golden Hero's mesmerizing eyes, Alceus soon began to realize how much damage Utopia had suffered, how much death had been spread. The amount of destruction was truly sickening, and the countless deaths of the innocent would forever be a painful reminder to the dedicated hero that on this very day, he failed at protecting the people he has sworn to defend with his precious life.

Sighing in frustration, Alceus gazed around his fallen environment, engulfed in flames, buildings collapsing, rotting corpses infesting the once beautiful land that was a symbol of serenity and tranquility, an expression of deep sorrow washed over The Champion's face. Quickly spreading his chiseled arms out wide, the Son of Olympus took in a deep breath before exhaling, calming himself in the process. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the rampaging flames reduced in size and intensity, and as Alceus continued to decrease the thermal energy in the surrounding flames, in a matter of minutes, he managed to quench them completely. Despite his disappointed disposition, Alceus' failure was not as tremendous as he allowed himself to believe. A great number of innocent people lived on and survived all as a result of his fighting what appeared to be a mind-controlled Kurrent, for if not for his presence, the Excellence of Electrocution would have been free to wreak more havoc and destruction. "This is not the best of days", Alceus murmured, recalling Editman's death and Utopia's current state. However, sulking will be a fruitless action, true to his altruistic heroism, The Champion must remain eternally determined to bring an end to this madness, he cannot, he will not allow this to continue. Having once sacrificed his immortality for the greater good, there is nothing he believes is more valuable than protecting the lives of the innocent.

Unfortunately, before much else could be done, the Son of Olympus felt the very Earth itself tremble under the presence of an enormous power surge somewhere in the world. Almost instantaneously, his energy-senses alerted him of a colossal energy-signature in the Gobi Desert. The sheer amount of raw explosive power unleashed by said energy-signature was enormous, it could be felt throughout the entire world. "What the hell?", he asked himself, relying on the sophistication of his energy-senses to identify the individuals responsible for such a cataclysmic event. A more concentrated approach taken, The Champion barely managed to detect Feral Nova's fading energy-signature. He had met the famous Fire Goddess not too long ago, the two indulged themselves in a friendly spar and while he didn't know her too well, the fact that her energy-signature soon vanished from his detection implied that she had died. "First Editman, now Nova", Alceus murmured, angrily clenching his fists with such tightness that his hands bled. Feeling compelled to head towards the location where Nova experienced her final moment of life, The Champion however, realized that he could not leave Utopia behind. Leaving behind an energy-clone of himself, The Champion took off.

Sadly, the clone he left to protect Utopia was only gifted with his energy manipulating abilities, however, Alceus himself is now unable to access his energy-based powers due to the clone's existence, having never birthed a clone with a full set of one of his powers before. Soaring through the sky, The Champion hoped to at least encounter a remnant of Nova's body, however, after an explosion that powerful, he severely doubted it.

'Poof' the adolescent disappeared into a cloud of smoke. His eyes closed to a slit, as he looked off to the side, wondering where a sudden intense heat was being generated. On the ground, severed heads, bodies, and appendages began to pull together, tethered by an unseen string. The asymmetrical form gushed, and oozed bloody secretions, as nails and fangs pierced scale, skin and flesh. What was going on? Atticus wondered. What now? Why was there always something else? Finally, after only moments of stockpiling, the grotesque beast came to form. The dreaded hydra. What seemed like one thousand heads, of snakes, dogs and other hellish creatures, only known as demons, lifted on its hind legs stretching its massive brooding arms out to both sides, grabbing hold of the still standing structures that only now sprinkled the city. Glass ground down to sparkles of sand, bends of I-beams twined through its fingers like broken tarnished rings. With one move, the hydra yanked its arms in and down, breaking the faces of the buildings off like a mask. Maybe it was just a show of its strength? Most likely it was just the acts of a beast out of control. Either way, it had to be stopped...How was the only question still lingering.

Fables, and fairy tales existed as ways to explain what could not be by logic alone, but also to guide the believers down paths of righteousness. The Hydra was always the most feared of beasts, because it could not be killed by just hacking and slashing; it only made the slime green creature more dangerous. All its heads were the problems on their own, and together, were an harbinger of death to everything in its path. The Mockingbird was intelligent though...He knew, or at the very least hoped, that what he was about to do was going to work.

His black inky wings flapped hard, pushing up on air currents. Far enough away, so that the fire the beast was spitting at him could only be felt in heat and not burn, Atticus began his assault. With another swoosh of his mighty wings, tiny little pellets of shadow rained down, engorging as they descended upon the Hydra, forming into umbra-ravens. The sleek midnight avian creations swarmed the squadron of tendril like necks and heads, while Atticus focused on the main task. He flew even higher, so high that he could see the night sky before it fell, and the stars that beaded the blanket of darkness. The wings fell to and inky mess on his back, and he began to free fall, breathing in the brisk air as he plunged towards to all to real mythical menace. Picking up speed with every knot he dropped, he streamlined his body on an declining angle, aimed straight at the belly of the beast. The Keeper, forced his palms together, forming a ball of umbra energy in the space between his fingers. The shadow ravens became inert upon his command, falling in inky webs over the heads of the Hydra. Twenty feet until impact, and focus was owned by both parties.

The Hydra looked up with all its heads, brewing up a flesh melting blast of fire from within. One...Two...Three...In concert, a release of fowl flames erupted from every agape jaw it had, converging into one billowy plume of ash and beautiful, deadly fire. As it ascended, the ball of black Atticus had created extended in a singular shot of umbra energy. At the meeting of fire and cold hard midnight, the force of impact caused Atticus' body to bend forward from feet on. He could feel every vertebrae scrape against each other, his lower back muscles tightening on pico-second count of his waning arc. Flinging forward his feet now in front of him, there was an instance of paralysis...Duality broke his train of thought. "Keep it up"..."Will I be able to walk after this"? The former took precedence as he put more force behind the umbra energy strike. The fire from the hydra still jetted out like it had some never ending supply of oil to feed from, and the umbra began to bowl over the plumes zenith, dragging quickly over the bulbous end of the fire, stretching like obsidian fingers over the entirety of it all. Even through the umbra energy that covered him, he began to sweat, partly because of the heat, but more because of the exertion of energy he had produced. Nothing like this had ever crossed his mind; he never thought he would be able to do anything like his. Yet still, he persisted in his singular armory of attack. The bowl of blackness began to reach over the flames and cover the hydra itself until it formed a solid dome of dark energy.

The Keeper dug deep, it was all or nothing...And he was definitely giving this his all. This beast would be dead if it was the last thing he did. He lowered to ground, flattening his palms onto the surface of his own creation, he could feel the heat. The frenzied creature trapped inside was pushed past the limits of its own sanity, burping out white hot flames...everything it could muster to break the now eternal darkness it found itself in. The freedom of rampage was no longer given to it, but it was going to try everything to get it back. Which is just what Atticus wanted. Minutes, which seemed like years passed, and he was finally confident enough to absorb the dark energy back into his covering. And there it was, as the wind blew, the cremated and cooked remains of the Hydra swept along with the current.

The Mockingbird stood still, afraid to take a step, because his feet were indeed numb. But pride, and confidence won out, as he begrudgingly made his way to the fleshy carcass of the demon. With bones exposed, crispy flaps of over done flesh and fat, he smelled its ripeness. In his hand, had formed a simple blade of umbra. He slowly inserted it into the side of the beast, laying his palm on the rotting form. It slowly began to fade away as it was being eaten by a portal of darkness. Atticus stepped inside of it, leaving New York city free from any further danger of Mythical creatures, returning to Utopia, where he was sure to face another battle.

Central Antarctica

Emon Atrem watched as her decision played out in front of her eyes. Everything, was going according to plan. Atticus Blaire was becoming a force of nature, in such a short time, he'd not only adapted to his new powers, but took hold of them like he had known of them for years. It was all of her doing. She would allow him for now, having proved himself to her, to live a life unadulterated and free from her hands of time.

SOLACE CITY. FLORENCE BOULEVARD

"I can't leave Solace." the Succeeding Emperor said, sheathing his Akira Atugawa blade. The Russian operative crossed his arms atop his ablative chest plate with a snicker and slight flash of teeth. His Russian accent warped the clarity of his English."Then how are we supposed to receive clearance into the facility?" Shinji pressed his index finger to his ear and opened his private Trinity comm-line. "Closure, I you need on Florence Boulevard now. "

Shinji wondered why these two agents believed they would acquire his family's research with the promise of saving his country so easily. "Excuse us for a second." Turning his back to the MONARCH agents, Shinji guided Surkit's toward the ruined sidewalk. "I need you to fly out there with those guys and whatever you do, don't let them get that weapon." He sensed his partner wanted to know the full details. Bishop deserved to know what he was getting involved with."But don't worry, I'll tell you everything through our team frequency en route." A northern breeze pushed through the city and carried the scent of hot metal ripened Shinji for the impending and destructive climax of the war. His hair stood on end under the thick padding underlay of his ablative Naito armor.

A burst of wind followed by a whizzing sound prompted Shinji to turn around. It was his estranged friend, Closure in the middle of fixing his speed helmet. "I saw an army of Sha's moving down the mountains to the East..."The Zeraz Legacy pointed eastward with his arm fully outstretched then broke his tangent."But what do you want me to do? And who are those two?" Listening to squad reports in his ear Shinji got full detail on the Ninjans mobilizing from the East. "Closure, I need you to go to my families facility in the Drakensberg Mountains with Surkit and those Monarch operatives." With a swirling burst of wind Shinji was hovering in the air preparing to rip across the city as an emerald streak with a green aura tracing his body. He preferred seeing them off; but their was too much going on around him and he wanted to keep his daunting tasks as simple as possible. He trusted Noah and Bishop's ability and good judgement. "My partner Closure and Surkit are your clearance. Give them all the details" He called out to Celine and the Russian before rocketing into the air for the Eastern mountains.

Cutting through the air Shinji reached the fringes of the city and opened a frequency to his childhood friend Eijima Masu. "Did you get my family out of Nippon?" He asked, poking his head from a cloud to scan the mountain ahead for the Ninjan Army marching down below."We're heading to the safe house now, how are you holding up?" Ejima sounded relieved, possibly from emerging from Final Arrow's demonic bloodshed across Japan unscathed. "I'm great gotta go." Shinji cut their frequency and dove towards the mountain range to meet with the Utopian Marines marching into battle.

Dropping in the middle of their ranks the Marines halted their march and took proper salute towards their ascending Emperor. "At ease!" He commanded with a unexpected grin as he glided through their rows. He still wasn't well acquainted with the filial piety the military exercised towards him, but he relished it. With his blue eyes drifting right across the soldiers heads, he caught eyes with the Centurion Commander Zamorra Kalor. "Lord Shinji, their powers are waning...their bodies are finally purging the Xechellum" The fiery female commander disclosed the pivotal information with her glowing yellow eyes wide with concern hiding the anxiety running through her trembling veins.

RED SEA, AFRICA. EN ROUTE TO THE DRAKENSBERG MOUNTAINS.

The MSV-Cedenyia was constructed for FTL travel to trek the space frontier. For now MONARCH utilized the spacecraft for interstellar travel across the Sol system and at the moment Earth exclusively. The Cedenyia's thrusters released thermal energy in it's set course towards South Africa. Already scaling across the Egyptian sky in under five minutes since their Solace City take-off. Surkit, Noah, Gunnery Chief Stymest and Commander Croisseux would make their dock at the Drakensberg Matsuhashi Base in under half an hour near the break of dusk.

"Shinji gave the base notice and granted clearance to dock your ship." Closure reported standing beside the panoramic window displaying the African savanna pulling past him in a colorful blur of greens, browns and yellows. "What are we picking up?" Closure asked, directing his question to the copper skinned Russian. Rubbing his blonde fade, Gunnery Chief Stymest rotated his chair, planting his feet wide from one another as if he were cleaning his Heavy Machine Gun. "Like these Ninjan sons of bitches invading Earth. Other aliens are out there in the galaxy--not in our Solar System, but there out there.And they know we're here. Watching. Waiting. The Ninjans were only the beginning." Stymest reached in his pocket and pulled out a toothpick box. He slid a stick in his mouth like a cigarette and sucked his teeth before continuing. "Years ago that Japanese guy's family kidnapped a Cerulan. For whatever reason the Cerulan made a voyage for Earth and something went haywire and Tsukazaki and his family kidnapped the alien somehow. They've experimented on that alien since." He switched the toothpick to the edge of his mouth with a smirk and nod before facing forward.

All at once, the cruiser droned to a lower hum as the ship decreased it's velocity. "Ah, that was quick. Right?" Stymest grinned at Surkit and Closure striding towards the ships weapon dispensary. He equipped dual XL-24 Eclipse Pistols and clipped them at his armored waste then pulled out an XL-700 Vertigo Semi-Automatic Shotgun to clip vertically along his ablative back armor. As they docked their ship outside the Matsuhashi station on the Lesotho grass steppes, the Russian Gunnery Chief slid a black and yellow-trimmed helmet with a corresponding yellow tinted visor over his head.

Commander Croisseux marched to the ship hangar and looked over her shoulder at Stymest. "They can't even meet us at the dock, what a warm welcome." She slammed a round into her Eclipse Pistol and stood waiting as the hangar door hissed open and peeled back. "Sir-kit and Closure, just cover our asses. Nothing spectacular, this is our operation." Celine and Stymest jogged down the metal ramp with their guns aimed and moving through the mountains grassy steppes in a half-crouch. Surkit and Closure followed there lead up the meandering dirt path to the surreptitious Matsuhashi building.

Getting closer to the facility, a symphony of gunshots erupted at the hills peak. "Ambush! Ambush!" Celine screamed before taking cover behind basalt rocks. Bullets tore at the rockside opposite Celine creating a cloud of grey dust. Meters ahead, the ambushers in crimson red and black trimmed body armor poured from the peak firing pistols, sub-machine guns and assault rifles. With a quick peak up, Celine counted over ten armed men closing in on their perimeter. "Move forward and fire, don't let these guys close us in!" She yelled squeezing her Eclipse pistol trigger and tearing through an assailants kinetic shield. She ripped through the assailants black tinted visor for a fatal headshot.

She sprinted forward behind another basalt rock under a Yellowood tree. "Closure! What happened to the damn clearance!?" She uttered talking through her teeth. She wanted to put bullets through both Closure and Sir-Kit's heads. This smelled like a set-up and she wasn't dying from it. Making eye contact with Stymest, she signaled for him to flash-bang a group of ambusher Northwest of her location. She flicked the X-Ray Vision on her visor and waited for Stymest next move. With a white flash Celine and Stymest picked off the three blinded assailants.

"Closure, Sir-Kit! Cut us a path to the base!" Stymest demanded, arming his Vertigo Shotgun and ripping shells through an assailant trying to close ground. With more assailants pouring out the shining titanium facility, Celine and Stymest depended on Sir-Kit and Closure to clear out the newest wave of men and give them running ground to set up closer to the Matsuhashi facility.

In an instant Sha was intangible her blade passing through nothing but air. Blair failed to see what power was used to perform such a feat but then she also didn't care to much. Observe what one can during a fight, never dwell on what was missed though as it severed concentration. Her blade spilled blood in the folowing attack slinging into the skin of the queens arm. An ugly wound was promised as always by the barbaric weapon. It clearly was not as vicious as she hoped though, that to however was predictable. Blair may not have thought to highly of the tactics the Ninjan put to use she however could not argue its effectiveness. Blood red eyes glared at her the ocean blue swaped for something far more malevolent. A clever shield of light saving the blond from any harm. And with that the counter measure was soon to come the crimson haired demon curious to see what would be thrown her way.

It was in deed a clever move shards of what apeared to be glass were knocked into the skies Azra was in. A sonic scream loud and ear peircing ruptured ear drums blood flowing in small rivers. The disorientation perfect for the employment of a beam of light.

Energy sparking for three seconds in what for that time seam an endless barage. Some of the attacks were shielded by blades or quick motion. A few others made avoidable by the use of earth and stone. For all her effort however many of the arcs still hit her scorching fabric and pealting skin. The impact however the only thing doing harm heat mattered little. Still the pain was there a smart attack hurled her way. And then she was gone vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Alezra blew her bangs from her eyes in disgust. This fight was over before it even started the Ninjan Queen vacating the confrontation. In an instant she was no longer before her presence just hanging in the air on her own. It was disgracefull so cut and run. Blair was a warior this war was one of arguably a hundred, she lived for battle. The demon wanted the taste of blood upon her lips, the idea of confronting Sha meant even grander blood. None of that mattered though, this war was done her enemy by the looks of it considering it better to sever ties and forget the losses instead of sticking around. Her emerald eyes closed faintly as the Duchessa of Tenebra laped up what blood she could. Her chainsword dabbling the demons tongue to let her savor the taste of a Ninjan's blood. Droping to the earth she began to seek anything and everything related to the latest invasion force.

The conflict with Sha was something the demon was hiped about. A playfull game of testing skills and abilities. Having lost the chance of such a promising fight she sought out to simply kill who and what she could. Forgeting the sport simply to be the horror she was. Hex and Syapt did what they could to try and pin point the original Zicarra but skuch was futile. Telepathy good as it was could only pick one of a hundred diffrent people, not the right one of a hundred of the same person. So she simply eradicated what she could before vacating the battle. There was one thing that got under her skin though. Nova died, Blair always had an urge to go toe to toe with the fire goddess. Both probably had more tricks then flames but that was what the two were known best for. Now however the funest opponent was denied, that was a loss this war didn't deserve. A spark plug that many loved and knew, and now she was gone. Maybe she could tag along with WAL when they tried to retrieve her. Blair had no way to be sure but something told her that people wouldn't let the beautiful flame go down like this. Though if satelite feed was right it was a fitting sacrifice atleast for those hero types.

It all happened so fast, Stephanie was gone and she helped it happen. As she reeled from the constant teleportation in such a short amount of time she trembled. Her whole body convulsed an she slowly began to revert back into her transformed bestial form, she had kept this side of her in check for so long. But helping Nova in her last moments took every ounce of control out of her. She was on her knees beside Lady Loveless. Her once green skin was now pure white, almost transparent. She trembled and then finally it happened, she broke down in tears. The first person to show her true kindness in so long was gone, tears trailed down her cheeks an the ground beneath her sparkled with the fallen tears. She had little strength left, but something inside her filled with rage but not that of a bestial nature. It was real emotion, anger over the death of her friend. She looked up to Ziccara an barked "You bitch! All because of you!!! She died getting rid of that damned creature, you set into motions her death. An for that I will rip your heart out!" Looking quickly to Lady Loveless "If I fall, you hit her with everything you have." As Wvyrn burst forward with animalistic ferocity she remembered her past.

20,000 Years Ago

Her home was a radiant place, filled with nothing but light. Not a day had darkness touched her life nor anyone else. A true Eden was her planet an she was a Queen in every sense of the word. She was a "I want everything" woman an made it very clear she was the best and she was to get everything she wanted. Only one person on the entire planet could change her attitude with a simple sentence, and that was her TRUE mother. The alien to her people she was kept hidden, she wasn't supposed to happen. Her mother was a Darken, a example of when her species felt true darkness and rage. She was a very intelligent woman an knew to keep there people content an happy she had to hide from everyone an everything. But Wvyrn visited her mother daily, an each time her mother spoke wisdom. The last time she saw her mother before The Event she told her "One day my child, something will make you unbelievably happy. An when that happens never let it go, an if this happiness is jeopardized you risk everything to keep it. No matter what, you fight for this happiness."

Present

The beast in her knew nothing of fighting style all it knew was brute force, an her body knew nothing of "Powers" all she had was her own body as a weapon. She rushed Ziccara an swiped low at her legs then followed with a flurry of clawed attacks aiming for her eyes and throat. Finishing her burst of fury by leaping forward an bringing the ball of her foot down hoping to slam it on the top of the Queen's head, then thrusting forward with her fists into her abdomen. She looked to Loveless hoping that she would have a attack herself to launch if hers wasn't to work.

Floating in the ether somewhere above England the prince of power's consciousness suddenly felt like a puppeteer who's strings had been severed. Where once there was the freedom of his will to manipulate and move the chess pieces of his enemies he now had to watch as they moved without his hand. While he could no longer control of the pieces from his lofty position he could still locate them and he had yet to use every tool in his power arsenal. With the loss of his enhanced telepathic influence on the battle ,it was time to put away the rapier style attack of telepathy and bring out the wrecking ball of telekinesis. In his current from Edwards power was untested his limits where unknown even to himself and it was time for that to change. His consciousness still stretched out from coast to coast every town and city was a nerve linked to his nervous system, his brain like a super computer being feed information as an almost incalculable speed. With a gesture of his formless hand a great surge of telekinetic energy ripped through the skies coast to coast homing in like a tamed natural disaster on his enemies, filling the skies with the look of a lightning on a clear blue sky.

A tingle somewhere deep in the champions consciousness as words come to him in the voice of Mike Lockheart "I gather that little confusion in the ranks was down to you Eddie. Now if you can hear me, deal with Renegade Lantern." Edwards view zoomed down from the lofty position above the battle and back to where his body lay his mind still alive with the fire-fight across the lands of his home he had to deal with this small request for now. No mean feat taking out a Lantern. Lacking a psychical presence in his current ethereal form he couldn't engage in his usual fisticuffs, which would of proven most unsuccessful anyway he cold now attack the lantern in other more precise and less expected ways. His target insight he gestures a crushing motion his hands open pushing into one another like a vice with the ringed warrior between them. The lantern without the slightest sence of panic or fear formed himself a barrier construct and Eddy could feel his attempts to push back on the clamping telekinetic forces at his disposal. This was his opening salvo a powerful yet essentially pointless distraction for his enemy, his main target was the source of his opponents power the ring that sat on his hand.

Edwards mind called to his own ring and with a burst of blue light it floated in front of his formless body. Immediately both rings spoke " Power levels increasing" Edward began to feed a constant stream of his own energy into his blue ring and in turn creating a bridge of constant arched energy into his opponents. The rings began to glow and hum with their power ever climbing. Their bright lights combining to fill the sky with a green/blue haze over the streets of London. His focus unflinching the champion fought to contain his enemy who was with every microsecond becoming more and more powerful. If the champion could sweat in his current from he would be soaked every ounce of him ached as it began to drain al his power his energy supplies stretched to thin and to far. With a last final burst the arc between the rings shattered and a great explosion of lights filled the air. A sound of fine rain could be heard as a shower of small shards fell from the sky two shadows fell between them one a champion and one a renegade.

Minutes before stunning Sha clone

“Alright, I’m tired of all this running away.” Charles said to his bot, “Sir, what do you have in mind?” The bot asked right after. “The battle suit, I’ve been working on send it over.” Charles answered, “Sir, the suit is not ready, and it still has a few drawbacks that could possibly dang…” as the bot was objecting, Charles interrupted, “I think we’re pass minor drawbacks! I need to even the battlefield.” A few seconds of silence passed, and then the bot responded, “…it’s on its way…”

Now

“Sir, I’m locking on to your location, and giving you the coordinates of the suit. It will land in 3….2…1...landed.” The bot spoke through the communicator, and just as he said he gave Charles the coordinates. Two blocks away on a rooftop is where the package landed, the man known as the Crimson Hood ran for his life to get to the roof top of that building as he finally arrived to the package he typed in a code and it opened, but not before he saw Sha “Your courage is most commendable…” she said, with her eyes flashing a bright red, soon a crimson glare came over them and finally she released a devastating optic blast from her eye’s which leveled the whole block. “Truly a pity…” she said, floating amidst the dust and debris. Charles was consumed by all the anger, he put on the suit. Systems Online. The suit would make everything he did better, a punch stronger; flip more agile, and everything more accurate. As Sha turned her back was when he took charge, he ran not even breaking a sweat and he was right behind her in a matter of seconds. He finally jumped towards her right after he heard, “Will… no one fight me?” Charles was right beside her at the peak of his jump as he swung. The punch connected sending her flying across the block crashing into a building. The Red Raider came to a stop as he landed on the street below; he waited for the Ninjan Queen to strike back. As the suit zoomed in, and as the dust settled, she wasn’t there. The suit zoomed out and just as Charles turned around he was hit, just like he did moments ago to her. Charles ‘flew’ through the air crashing into a building of his own. Sha didn’t let up, as Charles did. She was like a jet plane as she sent a kick to Charles; it sent him through the first building and into a second. This time Charles didn’t wait to her strike, he escaped into the street just in time to see her hit the second building. The Red Raider replied, “Come on, I’ve fought regular Ninjans better than you, Miss Ninjan Queen.” “Oh…you wish.” Charles turned to see Sha was three blocks away, and advancing towards him. Charles took a slow step, then another, and another. Sha was doing the same, but as she went for the third step, she decided flight would be better. They rushed at each other like Kamikaze planes, they were playing chicken and neither was giving up.

They let out their own war cry as they both sent a punch, Sha’s hit first, but Charles didn’t budge. Charles sent his making contact, and Sha didn’t budge. Charles caught Sha’s second punch and grabbed her back, moving her in tight to his own. He suplexed her straight into the concrete behind him. Not letting up, like his past mistake, he mounted her. One punch, two, three, four, each punch connecting.

As the fifth punch was coming down, her eyes were starting to glow red, he mentally replayed the moment where Sha wiped away a whole block with an optic blast. He quickly rolled out of the way as the blast went straight into the sky, blasting a massive amount of demons. Charles rose up as did Sha both were worn out from the battle. Charles wanted to kick her in the head, he really wanted to kick her in the head, but the suit was not reacting as it should it stood still. He didn’t move at all, even though he was commanding it. Sha on the other hand was fine, she moved perfect and as she rose to see Charles still, she couldn’t help but laugh. She tapped the suit, laughing more as she sent both of her palms to the sides of Charles's head. The effect breaking the suit’s mask and she sent a punch straight to his chest; it knocked the breath out of him and sent him flying.

Charles’ Ninjan ‘ally’ saw this and zoomed straight to Sha. He swung at his former leader, like a true ally. He sent a combo of punches at his superior and even sent a kick straight to her knee, there was a crack and Sha dropped in pain. The Ninjan warrior screamed his own battle cry, he sent one punch that was less fortunate. Sha caught it and got him in a triangle choke hold. The Ninjan struggled for freedom, but Sha was just too strong for him.

Charles was watching the whole screen, and began shouting at his bot, “Fix the suit!” the bot quickly replied, “Sir, I have no idea what to…..I could overdrive it…though it might take a while.” “Just do it!! Hurry!!” Charles pleaded. The Ninjan is passing out……the bot hits the final key to overdrive the suit….Sha places her hand around the Ninjan’s neck……Charles can move……Sha waits one second about to break the Ninjan’s neck……Charles dashes forward and slams his fist to Sha’s position. The punch connects, but a second too late. There is a crack…..it’s the Ninjan, Charles’s ally’s neck. His body slithers to the ground, it’s motionless. Sha laughs yet again. Charles looks at her and doesn’t let up, he punches her over and over and as his anger has reached its limit, he goes for the kill shot. A punch straight to the throat, crushing the windpipe and she too was dead. Charles moved to the Ninjan warrior and couldn’t help shed a tear. Though he had beaten Sha, it came with the cost of his best friend in this war.

New York City

Hotaru’s body was bloody, bruised and exhausted, trying to protect an entire city on her own was taking up more energy and power than expected. Her little clone army she even created was now narrowed down to only five. While she was able to take down a large amount of the mythical beasts herself, but still being overran.

Breathing heavily she held her head high as she watched a Cyclops four times her size walk up to her a devilish grin on its face as it let out a rumbling chuckle. With a bloody grin she smiled at the beast. She was about to lunch forward, attack the monster before her, but her old WAL communicator went off.

“WALies, I’m proud of you all today, in the time of darkness you shined your light, never loose that light, it’s been an honor fighting by all of your sides. I hope to meet up with you all soon” The voice of her mother made Hotaru stop in her tracks, worried. The way she spoke… something was wrong. Her voice was shaky… weak.

“Mom?” She spoke through the communicator. “MOM?!” her heart began to race as she looked over to a clone Hotaru who was coming back over to her. “You, take this guy down, I need to figure out what’s going on with mom.” The clone nod its head as she leaped forward into battle with cyclops without any hesitation. Closing her eyes for a moment she concentrated as she began to feel for her mothers energy. It was something she developed over the years, after trying to search for her in the past when she vanished. It took her a few seconds but then she felt her, she was actually closer to her than before, around… Washington DC.

“Alright ladies, you take care of the rest while I’m gone!” she motioned to the clones. Without a second thought she did a series of hand signs as suddenly teleported out of the city.

Washington DC

Her body stumbled a bit from the chaos that raged around her. A whole other battle raging in the country capital. Looking around frantically she could hear her heart beat faster, she had to find her mother, she just had to, she could feel it deep beneath her skin, something bad was going to happen. Looking across the battle she then saw her! But not before her face went pale. Her mother was clinging onto Final Arrow, with one of the newer WAL members. Her mother looked sickly, her body glowing an eeri green color, something she had never seen before, something was wrong, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. “MOM!” she yelled out only to be drowned out by the chaos around her.

In that second, her mother, Final Arrow and the green woman with them vanished. Hotaru began to panic, something big was about to happen. Closing her eyes again she attempt to concentrate, try to get an energy reading on her mother, but couldn’t. With everything going around them it was too loud to focus like she needed to. Tears of frustration began to build up, until she felt it, a huge wave of energy being pushed out by her mother. Her eyes opened as she quickly did another set of hand seals, and in a poof of smoke was gone.

Gobi Desert

Hotaru appeared in the middle of the desert and was instantly pushed by a wave of burning energy. The force so strong it caused the young uchiha to flip over on her back as a bright light consumed the night sky. This was the doing of her mother, no one had that kind of power like her. She began to feel shards of glass stung against the bare face of her skin. Covering her face she struggled to stand back up as the sand beneath her suddenly turned into a wave of glass. “MOM!” Hotaru yelled out, reaching out with one hand towards the explosion that was happening miles away.

When it all finally died down and the winds settled, Hotaru got up from where she was, firing up her chakra as she ran as quickly as she could to the area where her mother was. Maybe if she got there, just in time, she could help her mom. Reaching the area the young ninja was breathing heavily, a mile high sliver of rigid glass stood where her mother once was with a scorch mark surrounding the base of it. Looking around frantically her eyes darted from left to right, up and down, looking for any sign of her mother.

“MOM! MOM WHERE ARE YOU!?” her voice was cracked and horsed, tired from the events of just today. After about five more minutes of yelling, she dropped to her knees, her head flopped down to her chest as she began to sob. Tears streamed down her face as she grit her teeth, her body shaking, one hand coving her mouth. She couldn’t feel her mother anywhere… not a single ounce of energy could be felt. “WHY!?” she yelled out, ripping her hand away from her face as her swollen red eyes looked up to the skies. “WHY DID YOU TAKE HER!?” She cursed to the suppose creator of all. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TAKE ME?!” She heaved forward, her hands on the ground as tears then stained the glass ground. “Why… why… didn’t you take me?”

With one stroke of anger she slammed her fists against the white glass, shattering the glass beneath each of her fist as her left hand also hit against something else. Her eyes looked down as she grasped the small object from the glass cased earth. It seemed to be… an amulet of some sort… red… and was giving off some sort of mild energy. It was a similar energy that… of her mother. Clenching onto the amulet tightly the princess of pyro tucked it into her shirt and slowly stood up. “I’ll get them… those responsible… I’ll… kill them all if I have to.” The now vengeful ninja spoke as she preformed a series of hand seals, looking around the area where her mother had her final stand, and then vanished.

As the broken road collapses a bit into the tunnel below, and rescue workers shout at one another out of despair, the loss was obvious to Bishop. Solace city has been destroyed, and if the protectors of Utopia faqiled it’s citizens. The beacon of amusement and pleasure to all the weary and downtrodden, was collapsed along with the embodiment of child-like naivety it instilled in it’s visitors. The innocent lay strewn across streets. The image is one that will not soon, and if Bishop had a say, would never, be forgotten. The sound of warships battling and winning against the ninjans outside the barrier was explosive, but it seemed to pale in comparison to the loss, falling into the background

These visitors though their intentions seemed good, were a mystery, and you can’t trust an enigma. He listens to Shinji’s hushed words and abides, knowing that whatever this weapon was, It would be better with the devil he knows than the one he doesn’t “You got it. I’ll let you know how it turns out, relay the information as soon as you can, and we’ll take care of it.” The two slightly fatigued heroes step onboard their cruiser, and in a matter of minutes, were thousands of miles away above the majestic drakkenberg mountain range.He stands in the back holding onto a handle dangling from the roof as the MONARCH agents explain their want for this weapon, which incredibly was an alien.

“Great, a bunch of big tittied ninjans with superpowers wasn’t bad enough, now we get strong, ugly, aliens… looks like we’re here” He says as the ship comes to a slow hum above the terrain. The Russian agent attempts to hand him a weapon, “Nah, not my style” he jumps out of the ship breaking the ground beneath, and hopping up in full stride as though he had just taken a leap over a hurdle.

"Sir-kit and Closure, just cover our asses. Nothing spectacular, this is our operation." The parsian woman says, attempting to make them choose her operation over Utopia and Mercury. “sure sweetheart, sure. Whatever you want” he says with his back turned smirking. What kind of soldier thinks a man would show loyalty to a stranger over his own government?

As they near the entrance, an assault team closes in on them, making a wall of jackhammering energy based blasts. Their team leader seemed to be a large, bulky, possibly meta, man "Closure, Sir-Kit! Cut us a path to the base!" She screams, a slight desperation in her voice. He gives her a quick nod and dashes behind a boulder closer to the entrance, taking a few shots to the side. He uses the moment away from the agents to radio Closure, “Alright listen heres how this gonna go. You use your speed, and get out of sight. I’m going to get us a way in, and make sure these buck rogers wanna bes can’t follow…hopefully it won’t be too obvious” Closure attempts to question him but it was too late. Surkit ran full speed at the group of ambushers, absorbing their shots, gaining power to thrust himself directly past the two ahead of him, knocking them unconscious. He turns purposely slowly, as one of the ambushers, a large man with bulging arms, punches him in the chest. The expected impact was weak compared to his durability, but it wasn’t meant to hurt, only put on a good show. Using his hardened form, he slams into the steel door, using the force of the punch and his own strength to break a hole clear through it. “I’m in, get in here and run a search, we gotta do this fast.”

The more direct member of the Zeraz family dashes in with incredible speed, blurring around the entire facility until coming back, "Down that hall, it's in a lab... and the lab looks weird as f^ck" The two enter the room to see a greenish alien, floating in a vat of clearish blue liquid. "Sh!t, we're not gonna be able to just walk out with him..." the hero was stuck with no plan. He suddenly tries something drastic. Climbing up the side of the vat and onto a catwalk above it he reaches in and grabs the alien by it's head, "What the hell are you doing?! we're supposed to bring it back alive!" His eyes light up a smokey blue, small specks of plasma fall into the vat sizzling as they fall and harden, "I know." The comatose body begins to convulse slightly in the gooey liquid, as the Living battery absorbs the only electricity in any living thing, the neurons. He had in a very scientific sense, stolen some of the extra-terrestrials more basic memories, primarily what he knew immediately before being knocked unconscious. The battery shakes his hands and hops down with a thunk "this isn't a government lab...it's it's ship" walking over to a console and pressing a series of bio-engineered buttons in short order, . "Hold on Zeraz" The lab itself ejects from the facility, knocking down the surrounding walls.

The ship soars near the speed of light, pulling the eyes in their heads almost to their throats, before slowing to a crawl, then dropping rapidly and skidding to a halt. Pieces of the ships frame are scattered through out what appeared to be an african landscape. "You ok?" Surkit asks, "Do I look, ok?!" Closure stands to the side with the goop from the vat covering his entire body, " Silver lining; You won't need styling gel ever again"

They step out and realize astonishingly that they had out of shear luck, or perhaps a function of the ship, landed smack dab on the border of the Bandari city. The two put together a crude gurney made of a silver-like metal and knotted cloth, and begin hiking with the Alien in tow.

After a long walk, and a short ride, the two members bring the Cerulan to Shinji, on a silver platter with a bow on-top

California Present

Lady Loveless knelt their stunned for a few moments. She had not been scrapped or even bruised from the onslaught Z had released. Nova had absorbed the brunt of the attack for Loveless and Nova's teammate Wvyrn. Before she could thank Nova she was being teleported away. "Thank---" Loveless trailed off as she realized they was no one there now. “Give her hell Lady!” Were Nova's final words before she teleported to God knows where. Loveless clenched her fist as she looked over at her new partner, and the powerful opponent they had to tangle with now. Loveless could sense that Wvyrn had teleported Nova, that Wvyrn had a dark powerful side to her like Loveless. Her strength seemed more boundless and wild than Loveless' own. She looked on with concern as the once green being was now white, she had grown weak from over use of her powers.

"Wvyrn wait!!!" Loveless held out her hands to the superhero, she pressed them against the upper most part of her back. "Heal...give her the energy she needs and desires for this fight, give her the energy to take down this cow, this winch that stands before us." Loveless was not reciting a spell, but instead tried to channel her deepest desires to heal Wvyrn the best she could. As Loveless healed her she noticed Wvyrn started to cry.

"You bitch! All because of you!!! She died getting rid of that damned creature, you set into motions her death. An for that I will rip your heart out!" Looking quickly to Lady Loveless "If I fall, you hit her with everything you have."

Loveless nodded to Wvyrn as she could sense her pain, her passion to eliminate this enemy. With Loveless healing her and their drive to take down Z they might actually stand a chance. "Wvyrn!!!!!!" Loveless screamed as she poured more of the golden healing energy out of her hands to help propel the heroine to destroy her opponent.

Loveless hoped this battle wouldn't last too long, she had healed most of Wvyrn's wounds, and replenished her energy. But if Loveless got hurt it would all be over. She knew though that in her heart Wvyrn and her are both very powerful women. They could take this alien invader, with Nova here though it was guaranteed they would win. Now, she just hoped the odds would be ever in their favor.