(Owner - X)
Darkseid (Another Nail) (DU)
Black Alice (DU)
Ronan (MM)
Devil Slayer (MR)
Coronary (MR)
VS.
The Nameless Wonders (Owner - Leaguer/Corp)
Silver Surfer (MU)
Dark Flash (DU)
Blue Beetle (Jamie Reyes) (DM)
Traci Thirteen (DR)
Zauriel (DR)
Ronan vs. Blue Beetle (Jamie Reyes)
On the dead, crater scarred surface of the moon, a cosmically charged hammer is stopped mid-blow by a sword created by an age old alien artifact.
The knees of the current Blue Beetle, young Jamie Reyes, buckle as a man decades his senior brings his Universal Hammer down on his upraised blade time and time again. The best the vastly unexperienced, panicking Jamie Reyes can manage against the battle hardened soldier is a quickly defense that is quickly becoming ineffective.
A massive blast of scarab fueled energy lances out as Jamie's panic rises, sending Ronan sailing away to impact with the force of a bomb, creating yet another crater on the surface of the moon.
The Blue Beetle rises to his feet, scarab doing what the inexperienced hero isn't clear headed enough to do by further armoring his vulnerable human form for the battle soon to begin anew, blades extending from his gauntlets.
Jamie rockets into the air, preparing once again to blast this Ronan. Nearing the upper parts of the artifical atmosphere of the Blue Area of the Moon, the Blue Beetle pauses, sights Ronan, and lets the full extent of his power explode towards the rising Accuser in a massive, lancing blast.
Ronan gestures, erecting a domed force field around himself. A maelstrom of energy bends around the protected Ronan as he kneels, hammer in hand.
Ronan raises his hammer, and for a moment all the energy in the universe testing his shields couldn't disrupt his concentration as he reaches out with another facet of his Universal Hammer's powers...
The Blue Beetle's armor deforms, bending away from his body layer after layer, hesitantly, almost as if a mind of it's own was trying valiantly to continue it's symbiosis with the young Jamie Reyes... Resistance matters not at all to Ronan as the the Blue Beetle suit violently explodes. Jamie Reyes plummets to the lunar surface, all but naked.
Ronan strides over to the barely conscious teenager. He looms above him, some kind of all too real demi-god, one who seems to stand a thousand feet tall.
"You, stripling, have potential. Mayhap, someday you will be something. May stride distant worlds and transverse the universe itself. But today... today you will do no more than crawl."
Jamie Reyes scream is barely audible in the low atmosphere of the Blue Area of the Moon as Ronan smashes both his legs to pulp at the knee.
Devil Slayer vs. Zauriel
Born airborne by his telekinetic abilities, Devil Slayer rises, paradoxically, to battle the Angel that rises into the air before him, pure white wings bearing him aloft.
Twin magical blades shine and gleam in each of Eric Simon Payne's hands... Dragonfang and The Ebony Blade. In Zauriel's, the Holy Battle Spear of Micheal himself, a billions of years old artifact to dwarf any other of it's kind.
They steel themselves.
And they battle.
Indestructible pitch black blade meets divine battle spear meets Asgardian battlesword, again and again as two master swordsmen battle in mid-air, each desperately attempting through feints, parries, and the constant clashing of swords to gain the slightest advantage.
In moments, it becomes at first doubtful that Eric Simon Payne, Devil Slayer, can triumph against a being who has wielded his weapons of choice for billions of years. It then becomes blatantly impossible as he is at first disarmed of one blade, and moments later sent hurtling to the surface of the moon as Michael's Battle Staff skewers his shoulder.
Devil Slayer rises, switching his remaining weapon to his uninjured arm. He prepares to reach into his cloak, a literal universal armament from any time, any place at his fingertips.
Zauriel doesn't give him the chance.
A sonic cry rings out, heaven born, instantly bursting Devil Slayer's ear drums and making blood flow from his nose. He falls to his knees, wrapping his protective cloak about himself to give to buy time, a moments reprieve, anything to turn the tide of this lopsided battle between a man who is all too human and a literal Angel. Devil Slayer screams against the onslaught, voicing his rage, his complete and total refusal to believe in a higher power, a God, after everything he has seen and survived in his wretched life.
"I... am... Devil Slayer! Eric Simon Payne! A man! You... are no... angel! And all you have... is a wing... and a prayer!"
Eric Simon Payne blinks out of existence as his cloak engulfs him. Not a second passes between this... and an arrow burying itself deep into the back of Zauriel.
The angel spins, wounded, pain arching through his body... And behind him he sees Eric Simon Payne, fingers still on the string of the very bow just fired. Another arrow sinks into Zauriel's chest with a dull THUMP.
"Scream again Angel. SCREAM."
And so Zauriel tries. He screams, screams until he becomes hoarse. But all the sounds in Heaven and Hell are brought to a dull roar, an ineffective whisper, by the mere ounces of vibranium contained in the arrows deep in Zauriel's chest and back.
Devil Slayer charges, the Ebony Blade catching the light, and a man who refuses to believe... sheers a wing from an Angel.
Zauriel plummets, Battle Spear slipping from his fingers... Until moments later... another pair picks it from the ground, solemnly.
Devil Slayer screams as he plunges Michael's Battle Spear into the chest of the fallen Zauriel, twisting it as he does, leaning his full body weight into driving it deeper and deeper into the angels body.
Eric Simon Payne turns, and begins to walk away.
"Sacrilege...? No. Justice."
Traci Thirteen vs. Coronary
"Get him, Leroy!" the young, enthusiastic Traci Thirteen yells, still youthfully believing this to be fun, a diversion that will quickly be over. A harmless game.
She is wrong.
Leroy morphs to monstrous proportions as per Traci Thirteen's instructions, charging into battle to meet Coronary.
Coronary smiles, becoming intangible as he begins to move his hands, as if controlling a marionette.
And he is.
Coronary wrests control of Leroy's synapses from him, beginning to assert control over his neural activity. Leroy moves in stunted sequences at first... But moments later, Coronary asserts total control.
The mutated lizard/dragon creature spins, kicking up dirt and dust as it barrels towards it's owner. Traci's youthful enthusiasm fades into terror as her pet attempts, quite enthusiastically, to kill her.
She barely has time to teleport away as Leroy smashes into an ancient building bringing it crumbling down around him.
Traci springs back into existence as Leroy frees himself, shaking tons of rubble off himself like a dog might water. The amateur magician begins another spell, to attack this problem at it's source, to magically shield herself and then to strike at Coronary himself...
But she must weave these spells, make arcane gestures to control and direct her magics... And her hands have become nothing more coherent than shaking messes as Coronary exerts pressure on her median nerve. In laymen terms... She suddenly has the worlds most severe case of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.
A possessed, giant, out of control dragon cares not at all about her predictiment as Coronary continues to pull the strings of his mind.
He closes in on the shaking Traci Thirteen, rendered no more dangerous than any teenager girl.... due to one of the worlds most common nerve disorders. She squeaks as her face is reflected in the rows of teeth inches in front of her.
She makes no noise at all as Leroy eats her in one anti-climatic gulp.
Darkseid (Another Nail) vs. The Silver Surfer
"You will be far more useful than you currently are after I have bent you to my will, Norrin Radd. Currently I find you... ineffective." Speaks Darkseid, gravely voiced.
Every erg of the airborne Silver Surfer's energy blasts are absorbed into Darkseid's Omega Doom armor, an Apokolip's born suit of armor that has no limit to it's gluttony, no limit to the energy it can absorb.
The Silver Surfer turns, reacting in nano-seconds as he time and time again doubles back on the Lord of Apokolips, exerting the Power Cosmic on this foul mad God in myriad ways. Realizing that raw power is merely absorbed by the Omega Doom, Norrin Radd begins to arch downward from the sky, dive bombing the grounded Darkseid at greater than light speed as he becomes no more than a miles long silver blur.
Contact. The nearly indestructible board of the Silver Surfer smashes into Darkseid's like a cosmic missile, sending him violently tumbling for miles through the foundations of numerous buildings. The moon now has yet another trench, another scar on it's surface.
Darkseid rises, calm and collected as the God that he is.
"I will crush you, silver one. In spirit, I will bring to bear on you an ebony blackness that will taint and corrupt your very soul. In body, I will simply destroy and erase those things which do not benefit me. Starting... now."
Darkseid's Omega Beams lash out at full power, bending at impossible angles to the board of the once again dive bombing Surfer. And the silver surfboard simply... ceases to exist.
Norrin Radd plummets to the moons surface without his age old means of transportation. Unphased, he rises from the massive crater his impact has created to face Darkseid... Calm Darkseid who even now stands composed, hands behind his back.
Darkseid's eyes glow like burning embers, Norrin's simple intense, narrow slits. And then Norrin makes his move.
Darkseid's Omega Doom armor simply ceases to exist, transmuted into less than air by a wave of the Surfer's hands. Darkseid controls himself, even now, emotions honed and controlled to a razors edge even as the unexpected and nearly impossible confront him.
A once useless attack once again becomes viable... Or so the Silver Surfer believes. He channels the full extent of his cosmic powers into a massive, indescribable energy blast that threatens to destroy the moon itself, atomizing everything within miles instantly. Darkseid steels himself, and slowly, impossibly, the speck amongst this storm that is Darkseid, this massive wall of energy, begins to advance... To slowly move forward, to gain ground on the Silver Surfer.
Darkseid wills it... And so it is.
A massive granite fist clenches the Silver Surfer's face in it's iron grasp as Omega Beams lance from one pair of eyes to another. The Surfer recoils, gasping, hands holding his face.
He is blind. Completely and totally blind, the very first in the inexorable destruction and subjection of the Silver Surfer.
Darkseid lashes out, backhand blow connecting with the face of Norrin Radd. His head snaps back violently.
The Surfer rises, only to reel back from another punch. And another. And yet another. Without his board, he is vulnerable, immobile. Blind, even more so.
He falls to the ground, and the boot of Darkseid stomps on his face like the hammer of God.
"Body and Soul, Norrin Radd. Body and Soul."
Those are the very last words Norrin Radd will ever hear as a free sentient being, as a darkness far worse than blindness claims him.
Black Alice vs. The Flash (Walter West)
Superspeed blows pepper Black Alice from all angles as she channels the powers of Black Adam. She is fast, as fas as Black Adam himself, fast enough to engage Jay Garrick at superspeed and to move hundreds of thousands of miles an hour... But that is not nearly fast enough against Walter West.
She lashes out time and time again, smashing massive craters into the surface of the moon in her attempts, but does no more than make the fastest Flash of all stumble. Bruises and contusions quickly forming on her young face regardless of her Shazam granted invulnerability, she raises her fist... Raises it... and calls down the lighting.
"Shazam! Shazam Shazam Shazam!"[/n]
A half dozen thunderbolts explode from the sky, lancing downwards and completely destroying the atmosphere sustaining shields of the Blue Area of the Moon, and giving Walter West multiple magical lighting bolts moving at the speed of light to narrowly avoid.
Black Alice takes the reprieve to fly into the air, not hindered by the quickly depleting oxygen of their battlefield. But that is not the end of their contest. Not even remotely.
And if you knew Black Alice's power, the appearance of a black hat atop her head and fishnet stockings would give you a clue as to what was about to occur.
"!nwo ruoy sa mialc htraE !temmulp nooM ,liaf ytivarG"
The moon quakes, and for a brief moment there is an unearthly silence. And then... The moon begins to plummet inexorably towards the Earth, flames erupting on it's surface moments later as it begins to enter Earth's atmosphere. And along her team in deep space, they watch an impact duplicated that occurred once before, billions of years ago.
"Feel free to run wherever you'd like, Flash. Run to wherever you'd like to on that barren, dead moon. You've got precious seconds left to enjoy it."
. Stellaris is a loner. Martian Manhunter is a villain. Kono is a free spirit. Jaine Cutter, well, she is Jaine Cutter.
