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War of the Worlds Finale
Date of Scene: 21 August 2020
Location: Metropolis
Synopsis: Earth's defenders draw away the Warzoon and finally confront General Zod. They drive the rogue Kryptonian away, but at what cost for the House of El?
Cast of Characters: Clark Kent, Kara Danvers, Oliver Queen, Zatanna Zatara, Roberto da Costa, Maxima, Carol Danvers, Michelangelo, Robbie Reyes, Diana Prince, Karen Starr, Cassie Sandsmark




Clark Kent has posed:
The heat rays meeting between Zod and Superman clash in a flare of harsh blue light, then suddenly Zod has darted forward, and the two are grappling. Zod's upraised fist is held at bay by a hand on his wrist, and the two are braced against eash other's shoulders.

"You are blinded by this star, Kal-El," Zod growls, his hand inching toward Superman's throat. "You know it gives you power; you miss that this world has made you complacent."

Superman suddenly rolls backward, reversing the direction of his effort and flinging Zod over him and away. The Kryptonian general spins in midair to face him again, skidding backward on his black boots, then starts pacing at a distance like a prowling animal. As Superman gets to his feet, his adversary continues, "I thought I could save you from it. Destroy this planet and your foolish ties to it. Unite the Houses of Zod and El -- the only Houses that remain -- under the banner of New Krypton."

Zod's blistered face mends as the yellow sun's light empowers his cells. Then he screams, fingers curled and spittle flying, "And you RUINED IT!" He seems almost surprised by his own outburst of rage, and heaves his breath as he steadies himself. "I can't give you a clean break by destroying this world, but I will tear this city apart, piece by piece, if that's what it takes. I am the only hope to rebuild a world for our people."

Superman wipes some blood away from his lip with the back of one arm, breathing just as heavily, but when he speaks, his voice is steady. "Rebuild? Zod, look around you. You're surrounded by death and destruction, as always. Ask yourself: what have you ever built?" He straightens up, his cape billowing behind him. "You are /not/ the hope for a new Krypton. Not the only, not the best -- not even close. Zatanna, it's time."

In the sparkling light of a teleport beam from the Watchtower, two women arrive: one, in a top hat and tails, bows and gestures grandly as the second steps past her, wearing a uniform that matches Superman's, and carrying a miniature city, encapsulated in a transparent energy field. Zod's eyes widen at the sight of the bottle; he stares intently, his augmented vision drinking in every detail. "Kandor? But that's impossible," he says, taking a single step forward.

Superman mirrors the step, interposing himself between the bottle and Zod. "You've seen enough," he says. "If you really want Krypton to live again, leave this world and end this destruction. Find a habitable planet and the technology to free Kandor from its imprisonment. Then we can talk about 'New Krypton.'"

Zod grunts dismissively through gritted teeth and starts to circle past Superman. "I said you've seen enough," Superman repeats, and things happen fast: Zatanna casts a spell with a flourish, and the Kandor bottle becomes opaque, even to X-ray vision. Zod sees this, his eyes widening in sudden rage, and he dives toward Supergirl. Superman rushes forward to meet him, warning Kara, "Get out of here!" Zod and Kal grapple, but Superman is only able to slow Zod's furious advance to give Supergirl a few seconds' head start. Then the general is gone, a dark blur. Superman waits for just a moment, looking to Zatanna and asking cryptically, "Is it ready?" before launching forward himself in pursuit.

Clark Kent has posed:
Meanwhile, a team of heroes including Green Lantern, Captain Marvel, and Green Arrow have subdued Mongul, the leader of the Warzoon hordes, and the hulking yellow alien is chained, disarmed, and unconscious -- for now. When his orders ceased, the Warzoon troops were already disorganized, their Behemoth slain, their final superweapon shattered by Power Girl, Vorpal, and Pantheon, but word has now spread through the alien troops: Lord Mongul has fallen.

When it comes right down to it, alliance or no, the Warzoon don't care about Zod and his dream of New Krypton. They don't care about bringing the House of El in line. The simple fact is that they don't really care what happens to Earth, one way or the other. At the moment, there is exactly one thing on the entirety of this planet that the Warzoon troops care about: Lord Mongul has fallen.

From their position beside the wrecked superweapon and transport ship, the heroes here assembled can see the mass of alien troops start to surge toward them, a massed wave of would-be rescuers to free their tyrant. This frees Metropolis from their assault, and gives the Titans and their allies on the Queensland Bridge an opening to board their stolen dreadnought and initiate their plan to drive the Warworld from the solar system.

This also offers Mongul's captors a key strategic advantage: they control the Warzoon's only objective. By moving Mongul away from inhabited areas, they can lure the Warzoon away from civilian bystanders. Potentially, they could even draw them back offworld using their leader as bait.

Unfortunately, this power to control the battlefield carries with it a serious drawback: the thousands of Warzoon single-mindedly focused on wiping Mongul's captors off the face of the Earth. As the first wave rushes toward their position, golden and crimson beams of the Warzoon force lances crackle through the air toward Ollie, Hal, and Carol. For now, Power Girl is still in the depths of the superweapon, tearing its components apart, so she hasn't been spotted yet.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara gestures to the interface holding on to the bottled city of Kandor. Kryptonian glyphs glow and she selects ewuhshehd to shut down the protective field. The flight back up in to space refreshes her and she zips through the vacuum of space to the Watchtower where she sees Zatanna. She approaches, bottled city held carefully in her hands. Precious life that must be preserved. She has an almost nervous posture and takes in a deep breath before uttering a prayer to her god.

"Though we go forth alone, our soul unites us under Rao's gladsome rays. We're never lost, never afraid, for we shrink not under the sun of righteousness. Rao binds us to those we love. He gives us strength when we have none. And in the darkest places, He guides us. For Rao sees all, feels all, His love eternal. Rao, protect us, so that we might protect others. And we shall rise, a fire in His hearth, burning and free," she says, wishing Zatanna to witness this.

"I am ready Zatanna," Kara says, her steely game face on. She is to face Zod, one of the last people to see her mother before the destruction of their planet. She has questions, but they must wait. First is getting him to stand down. How they do that, she's not sure. Kal has a plan. Her mother had a plan with her aunt Astra too and that didn't go so well.

Kara is making a statement to Dru-Zod today. She does not wear her darkened battle armour, but instead her lighter blue armour, bright red cape, and proudly displaying the crest of her household upon her chest. In a flash they are before Zod, holding the bottled city of Kandor out for him to see. She presses her lips together, wanting to tell him this fight is over, but she can see the thirst in his eyes, that same desperation that her aunt had.

When Zod makes his move though, she mutters, "Oh foo." And then she is off in a blue of red, gold, and blue. Racing through the air. It's not enough to be fast, Dru-Zod may not care about Earth and its people but she sure does. She has to be fast and careful. The world feels like it stands still when she travels this fast and he keeps gaining, forcing her to push faster and faster as she goes.

Despite her experience with her aunt she can't help but try to reach out to Dru-Zod. It's not like they didn't know each other back on Krypton. Aunt Astra had introduced him at a meet and greet once amongst the warrior guild ranks. She did a child's karate chop on his leg and he seemed to appreciate that. "/.kaipahdh tov guhlogho krighiu w tov dovrrosho, ,dru,zhod,/", she says trying to get him to realise his goals are misaligned --- The brightest aspirations can make the darkest shadows.

Oliver Queen has posed:
It's a rather battered Ollie that has reached this stage of the battle... Suit torn on a side, some burns, cuts, bruises.. Arrows are still aplenty gladly with all the quivers they had left about the city but .., they will run out eventually. A shame too that his ability to fly that a certain sorceress had given him is now gone as well. That would had come in handy.

So it's his bow, a captive Mongul, his friends and ...., well, just like it was back with the Justice League, really! And as usual, death is imminent..

He can't help but chuckle at the face of all those hordes coming their way. "It was certainly an honor, ladies and gentlemen." he says to the others near him in that fatalistic manner of his even as he laughs in the face of death.

"We need to move him out of civilian areas so they follow us." he suggests and then readies his bow, shooting a few smoke arrows to serve as a curtain as a minimal delay so they can get out of dodge.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
That raven top hat tilted at a slightly cocky angle and her traditional stage garb exchanged for infinitely more practical black leggings and boots, Zatanna witnesses Kara's preparations in an air of staged solemnity were it not genuine. What prayers she can add to the beyond settle take place in silence, her hands outstretched to lend benedictions upon the city of Kandor. When the blonde Kryptonian superheroine completes, she breaks into a warm smile. "For the people of Earth, the citizens of Kandor, and us all. Success goes with us, I have no doubt."

A crisp nod and it takes only a word to cross the distance from orbit to terrestrial landing, leaping into the fray after the eternal serenity offered by space. With only a moment to react behind Superman, facing Zod, she takes but a moment to imperceptibly incline her head. A whisper almost in her own thoughts follows. "Yes."

Impenetrable shields wrap around her with an inverted whisper, the invocation bringing up a sharp double rondel sketched in bright golden light. It falls back on her in dusty honey sparkles.

Time to move. She salutes by flitting away at a speed only available to those who regularly practice at dodging much more dangerous beings than themselves, nowhere near Kryptonite speeds, but definitely cheating at reality a bit.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
What is Roberto doing here? The mutant was asking himself that at this point. He'd seen the fighting from Gotham when it started and flew over to join in but now he was thinking maybe he should just stayed visiting his mom. A little battered, and feeling his reserves getting low, Sunspot lands, his ebon skin drinking in the light and giving him a bit of a boost before the next round with the Warzoon horde.

"Yeah, moving him, good idea, or better yet if we've got a weapon they know can hurt what's his face over there?" he gestures at Mongul. "We put it to his head and we tell them they get him back safe and sound when they leave the planet." Cruel? Maybe? But at the moment it seemed like a better option than being murdered by Warzoon.

Maxima has posed:
Maxima has her own city to find somewhere on this backwater rimworld, somewhere under its seas apparently. And that is where she was, searching, when this invasion began. All of the pain and suffering, as well the emotions of rage and vengence caused by a full on invasion however does not escape the notice of the powerful empath though.

Like a bullet she emerges from the Atlantic ocean leaving a huge plume of water in her wake. Moving through the skies at speeds faster than sound, it does not take her long to reach the skies above Metropolis.

She descends from above clad in her green and gold metal armor, if that can really be called armor. From the skies above she begins surveying the scene below, taking in the presences of all of the minds gathered there. That is when she feels them, the Warzoon and Mongul, enemies of the Almeracian Empire, enemies the Almeracians themselves had been preparing to strike down at the time of Brainiac's attack against their core system.

Without a moment's hesitation she rockets in Mongul's direction, he will not have this world, if anyone is going conquer the Earth it will be Maxima!

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol hovers, surrounded by a cascade of cosmic energy, near the prisoner. She sighs slowly as she watches the hordes coming. <<Okay teams, I'm going to engage the army. I need you all to let me know though if Mongul even seems a little bit like he is waking up though.>> still wired into the JLA, SHIELD, Avengers, and having handed out some earbuds to get others into the mix.

She looks down to the prisoner. <<I'm fairly certain we can hurt hm and take him down again, but I do not know if his army will listen... the way they operate. We should probably use him as a lure to get them away from the city, hell they might even leave planet if we pull him off planet. You all talk and keep him secure, let me know when you are ready to move him.>>

She takes off in a blaze of light towards the oncoming horde fists blazing with cosmic light.. crashing into the oncoming Warzoon like an explosive shell.

Carol really doesn't seem personally worried about doing this either, she just wants to buy them all time now to figure out the plan.

Michelangelo has posed:
Michelangelo is on the move! The Brooklyn native is like a fish out of water in Metropolis, but that hasn't stopped him from helping out people before. With a sneaky-sneak done in the Lair back home, the orange-branded turtle had swiped the keys from the side of the fridge, snuck into the van while his brothers were away and turned over the ignition. The van springs to life, the modded engines on the old Volkswagen Bus humming a dull growl in anticipation for what's next.

"Okay, Mikey... you got this... you got this..." Wrapping his three fingered hands around the wheel, the turtle licks his lips in anticipation. "Driving's no sweat. Just do what Donnie showed you. Clutch in, stick move."

Meanwhile, off to the side, the silhouette of a humanoid rat can be seen. As he emerges from the shadows into the light, Michelangelo jumps in fright. Oh man, busted! "Good luck, my son. Return to us safely." The words from Splinter are soft, deep and wise. They aren't the words of a Sensei right now - they're the words of a Father. Mikey's jaw loosens as he leans out of the driver's side window, before throwing some 'shakas' with his spare hand. "No sweat, Dad. I got this." Mikey's heart swells at the level of trust he's given.

Throwing the van into first gear, Michelangelo then mistimes the clutch press and stalls the vehicle! It lurches forward and the engine stops. Michelangelo freezes in embarrassment. "Don't worry, Sensei!" He calls out. "I, uh, I meant to do that!" Turning the turtle van on again, it once again lurches forward. In a very stop-start motion he slowly yet surely drives clear of the Lair. Manual transmission is no joke.

By the time he's reached Metropolis, Mikey has figured it out. You know damn well that he's just HOONING, with his head occasionally hanging out the window. The Turtle Van itself is not very state-of-the-art on the exterior. At least not yet. The only differences it has to an old VW Bus, apart from the modded engine, are the re-enforced plates on the side of it to protect the insides from damage. The interior is filled with all sorts of high-end gadgetry and screens. Mikey didn't know what they did to be quite honest.

As he gets close to the action, not far from Oliver Queen and some others, Mikey hits the brakes. The van tyres squeal in protest, before the entire thing comes to a stop with a slow rock. "Alright. Time to get tubular." Grabbing some weaponry from the back of the van and liding open the door, Michelangelo steps out. His orange bandana catches in the breeze, blowing behind him dramatically. "Don't worry, dudes! The backup is here!" With a slow jog he carries himself over to where Green Arrow is. Dressed in some black sweats the turtle humanoid lifts a hand to wave. "Alright, so who's butt are we kicking?"

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Still in his Ghost Rider form, Robbie Reyes is currently ensuring that his chain remains binding Mongul, fueling it with his powers over hellfire to make sure it holds. That is...until he turns his head to see the thousands of Warzoon currently on approach. The Ghost Rowder howls as the Warzoon apporach.

A lower growl exits the Rider's skull as the Hellcharger makes its way to him and drifts to a stop.

In order to still be able to fight at maximum capacity, the Rider opens its hand and a perfect replica of the Hellfire chain rips free from him, which he starts twirling. They might not be able to stop them all, because while they have strength....the Warzoon's numbers are almost overwhelming. Its time for a fight.

Diana Prince has posed:
<"I'm right behind you, Captain."> Diana's voice speaks over the League comms.

From above the screams of invisible engines sweep out of the sky and swoop low over the ground.

The sudden blue-white light of energy beams appear out of no where, and begin to pelt the oncoming horde of enemies, strafing the ground that they're rushing across, and meaning to sever their lines, and cause chaos amongst their ranks.

From this point in the sky, Wonder Woman emerges and drops forth toward the ground! With a javelin held behind her back, and her lasso in her left hand, the Princess of Themyscira impacts with the earth amongst the chaos left behind by the Invisible Jet's weapon systems.

She twists her body around to face the enemies that see her first, and she charges toward them, as they at her. Her lasso whirls around her form and her javelin twirls out before her as she runs-- on powerful legs --to intercept the enemies coming her way!

Karen Starr has posed:
    *CLANG.*

    *CLANG.*

    *CLANG.*

    Like the tolling of a bell, the noise from beneath the surface of the weapon not only reaches a monotonous pace, but seems to be increasing in volume. Over and over it rings, until it almost seems defeaning, and its exact location is divined: Traveling back up the hole she'd made to burrow into the giant weapon.

    Power Girl erupts triumphantly from the ground, battered from her conflict with Mongul and the sheer amount of time she's been running since this began... But still ready to keep going.

    There is a momentary silence, a deep scowl etched across her features in a way that might just strike fear into those less fiercely loyal than the Warzoon. She begins slipping out of the sky, aiming to land herself calmly in front of the assembled heroes. Her eyes take on an unseen red hue.

    "Let's do this."

    There is a heartbeat's worth of time before she surges forward, becoming naught but a blur of color as she impacts the front lines of the Warzoon.

Clark Kent has posed:
Zod's pursuit of Supergirl is relentless, his face a mask of focused anger. "You should be smarter than this, Kara Zor-El," he taunts her through gritted teeth. "Your heart hasn't been polluted by this world of fools so long as your cousin's. And what have /his/ bright aspirations bought? What good have they done the Kryptonians he keeps in a bottle?"

He lunges in a final burst of speed, and his hand finally grabs hold of her ankle, swinging them both around as they decelerate. That gives Superman time to get into range; he lets loose with a blazing beam of heat vision, which tracks burning scars up the side of Zod's outfit. The General doesn't even fire back, simply yanking Kara toward him by the boot, trying to make a grab for the bottle city.

Back at the destroyed superweapon, Mongul remains unconscious, the hellfire chain binding him firmly. If the heroes are going to get him underway, now is the time: Green Arrow's shield of smoke has made it impossible for the Warzoon force lances to aim from afar, and the presence of both the Hellcharger and the Turtle Van suggest a caravan could rapidly be mobilized, with Green Arrow and Sunspot as artillery support and Maxima to batter away anyone who gets too close.

Meanwhile, Captain Marvel's devastating, explosive attack leaves a massive void in the onrushing Warzoon horde. At first, this gap shrinks rapidly, but then the Invisible Jet opens up with air support, buying critical seconds for Wonder Woman herself to enter the fray. Her martial prowess is legendary for a reason: the Amazon cuts a swath through the army the moment she meets it, the whirling lasso keeping the Warzoon at bay while her javelin halts the charge of trooper after trooper. Still, she can only control so much ground. The Warzoon begin to flow around her, but then Power Girl crashes into that avenue of advance, as well, holding another segment of territory. The three women's unmatched defensive power has created a front to hold back the horde from Mongul's captors for precious time.

Then, in the distance, there's a roar: fighter engines, rocketing in their direction from the city, with troop transports not far behind. The Warzoon infantry might be delayed, but their allies are fast approaching.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Dru-Zod I was the part of the group that rescued Kandor from Brainiac, not Kal. You know nothing of this planet and its people. You can't see the forest through the trees you are so single mindedly focused! Don't make the same mistake my auntie did!," she says in a slightly urgent tone.

People there. People there. People there. Too many buildings with people in them. She can't lift up something big to throw at Zod but she can at least turn sharply enough that he might crash in to something. It just has to be the right something, something safe without people in it.

The parking garage is miraculously empty. She lets Zod catch up just a little and then turns sharply at the very last minute. Hearing the explosion of his collision with the garage, she speeds away once more doubling back the way she had been flying.

Not that a parking garage would hurt him, but it is at least a bunch of matter he has to push through to pursue her again. She cuts past a sky scraper as he starts to gain on her again. She pushes herself hard, fingers out stretched with her free hand while her other arm is wrapped about the opaque bottle of kandor, snuggly against her body.

"/,dru,zhod,/ this is madness, you are putting Kandor at risk. You must surrender now and await your judgement by the council of Kandor. It is the lawful thing to do!," she pleads with the man. That hunger plastered all over his face, he's a man on a mission and the warriors guild refuses to acknowledge the concept of defeat.

That hand on her ankle brings them in to a wild supersped spin and Kara grips the bottle even tighter than before. The centrifugal forces are immense. She kicks Zod with her free foot even as she tries to fly free of his hold. "Let go /shesurah/, you will break the city!," Kara again pleads. She is unable to strike him with her free hand as she must keep the city turned away from him by her body.

She presses her lips together fiercely, her eyes begin to glow an intense red, "I said ewuhshehd!," Kara says with utter anger as she throws the city toward Kal and turns on Zod with a mighty blow of the fist followed by an intense blast of her heat vision.

Oliver Queen has posed:
<<What took you so long, Di?>> Look, it wouldn't be the Justice League without some banter. But to be honest, Oliver is damn glad to see Diana here. And when Captain Marvel, Power Girl and Wonder Woman start wrecking through the front lines of the warzoon it's quite the sight to behold. Not that they can linger too long watching it!

"I like the way you think." This said to Roberto, pragmatic! That's good. "But that may only enrage them more, I do not think they are following any orders of their commanders.. They are just fanatically coming for him.."

And so it's time to get the plan in motion. "How fast does your van go?" he doesnt even flinch at seeing a turtle humanoid on their side. A ninja too.. "Lets get him up on the van and go." this said to Robbie. He does have the guy on a chain afterall! "We can't hold their forces here, specially with that air support."

And he starts dashing towards the van to get up on it, starting to pick up speed. So fast! Is he turning into Flash?! Certainly not even close, but he looks up and says into the comms. <<Thanks, Zee. Knew I could count on you.>>

"Lets go everyone!" With everyone being the people near Mongul. Time for some Turtle Van adventures!

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Ghost Rider nods lightly to Oliver but takesh is attention off Mongul for just a moment to look at the approaching Warzoons. "They have reinforcements incoming." The Ghost Rider growls in its demonic tone of voice, before the Rider starts to use his immense strength to try and pick the big guy up, to the point of putting Mongul on his shoulders.

"I'm not sure there's any point where we can't hold the line. What we need to do is get away from the city and draw attention away from civilians." The Ghost Rider would give a nod to Oliver and make his way to the Van to put Mongul in it.

Something to be said about teamwork, but not every important action requires a fist-meet-face solution.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
"Hey, so do I," Sunspot says of liking his own thinking. "And yeah fair point these guys don't seem to be in a listening mood," he says sending a concussive plasma blast into one of the Warzoon who'd struggled his way past the others.

When Robbie hoists the alien conqueror Sunspot shakes his head, "Could have got that for you, I carry the X-Men all the time," he says with smirk on his flame like mouth. Only in your own mind, Roberto!

He takes to the air then, ready to provide cover for the van. "So, how about less talking and we get this jerk out of town while there's still a town to get out of."

Carol Danvers has posed:
<<Start moving Mongul west and away from the city... figure out if you want us to haul him into orbit>> the comms are interspersed with mostly filtered explosions and sounds of heavy ordinance impacts. <<Also check and make sure he is still out and stays out.>> she isn't as familiar with the durability or lack there of with Ghost Rider's chains.

There are huge flashes of light and activity in the front ranks of Warzoons. There are flying Warzoons, which no do not have a jet pack. Flung. This Way. That Way. One of their bigger behemoths is grabbed and Carol takes pointers from The Hulk and basically starts to use one of the Warzoon Behemoths to bash and smash a whiole lot of Warzoon. On just the Avengers frequency <<Carol Smash!>>

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna's arc over the battlefield is staying away from anything large, aggressive, and remotely in arm's reach. Zod pursuing Supergirl takes the brunt of her attention and she cannot spare the necessity of being on the ground, flinging arcane bolts or exchanging strikes when she needs to even the balance between them.

When Zod reaches Supergirl with the bottle, Superman in hot pursuit, the magician raises her hands and bolts ten meters into the air. "nurtuO eht dniw," she says, pointing at Oliver. It's as close as she can get to hastening his purpose one way while she provides another, scanning over the city street, measuring where Supergirl flies among the buildings and where the others go. That bottle is her key concern, after all, and she whispers into the comms, <<Team two, time to play hot potato. I have a package that that I need to get on the run.>>

She starts to move perpendicular to the Kryptonians, plucking a bottle cap from her pocket. Other reason to wear pants: pockets come built in.

Michelangelo has posed:
With Power Girl and Diana landing not far from him, on top of the several other extremely high-profile heroes in the immediate vicinity, Mikey tries his best not to geek out too much. "COWAABUNGGAAA!" The age old war cry is hollered as the turtle launches forward, nunchucks spinning in his hand.

"Whatchu got, fools? You think you can handle this straight FIRE today, huh?! You ain't fought no-one with turtle-fu before!" The baby brother of the family tumbles and rolls as he engages with a few Warzoon at the very front lines. Despite his strange size and girth, his dexterity and agility is on show as he nimbly makes his way about the battle-field, striking weapons, knees, feet, fists and even his shell into the enemy.

When he finally backs off to take a breath, perhaps overwhelmed by the numbers of them all, or just overwhelmed at the sheer titanic force that the current squad of women have, he turns a bit to Green Arrow as he asks the question. "Uh, //really// fast?" Hopefully that's a suitable enough answer for Oliver, who is already off and onto the roof! "Dude, wait up!"

Jumping into the drivers seat once more, Michelangelo glances upwards to the ceiling as he hears the sound of Mongul placed on the roof. "Hold onto something, bros!" Turning on the ignition, Michelangelo throws the thing into first, and... stalls the van again. It lurches forward awkwardly and stops. "I MEANT TO DO THAT!" He calls out, before trying //again//. The engines come to life and it jolts forward. As it comes online again, the song that Mikey had been listening to on the way over resumes at full volume.

"It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time,
It's tricky, tricky (Tricky) tricky..."

"Where am I going?!" Mikey yells over the music, rapidly switching up gears as the Van picks up speed, simply racing //away// from the Warzoon forces. The Turtle Van is, as Mikey put it, 'really fast'. The engines roars with such ferocity that the old VW frame shudders and groans.

Maxima has posed:
From above the battlefield where she floats in the air Maxima glares down at the approaching Warzoon hoard. 'Such disorganized chaotic fighters.' She thinks to herself, 'But at least they are loyal to the one who leads them.' She will commend them that much, though it will not spare them from her wrath.

Maxima's eyes begin to glow, intensifying until telekinetic beams of pure force shoot forth, honed to to a laser-like focus of superheated molecules, she strafes her death glare through the Warzoon forces below leaving carnage in its wake.

The sight of a fallen Mongul brings a smile to her face, his empire will surely fall without him and be easy pickings for the Frontier Blood Houses. "Know this Warzoon!" She bellows from the sky, "MAXIMA the Crown Princess and future Empress of the Almeracian Empire shall not cede this world to you this day!"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's body moves with a fluid, trained, grace. She sweeps her javelin side to side, in arching motions that skewer and slice, thwack and strike, her enemies down as her golden glowing lasso swirls through the air with a magical thrumming noise to accompany its unyielding strength!

In cooperation with Carol and Power Girl, the trio of mighty women work wonders upon the front lines of the onslaught set on to this world by Mongul, and with deadly precision; Diana doesn't hold back!

She lands atop one of their fallen enemies, having run them through with her spear! In a crouch atop them, she rises up and YANKS the polearm weapon from the body beneath her armored feet, then looks up to the incoming reinforcements spoken of over the team comms....

Diana's eyes narrow at the sight of it, her dark hair waving across her face in the winds across the battlefield. Her stare is broken as a turtle in black sweats dances around her fighting other Warzon near by. She eyes that Ninja closely for a moment before she takes to the sky with a leap and spins her javelin around to slice it into the body of one of their flying enemies.

On her way down, however, the Princess is intercepted by two more, who slam in to her, causing her to lose the javelin into the madness, and send her crashing into the ground on her back.

Diana raises her fist up and speaks in to her comms. <"Zatanna. I am sending your coordinates. I need a portal open to s specific location, set to position just south of where we are."> The Princess moves to stand up as the two who accosted her, land to face off with her. She draws her sword from her back now and sweeps her lasso around!

<"Now you will see why I was... running late."> Diana replies, to Oliver's earlier comments mostly! Though... what's to come is for everyone to see.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen slams into the front lines of the Warzoon at a crazed speed, and much akin to other heroes with similar powers, Power Girl refuses to stop. It means that she's less 'stopping' the front lines than she is directly thinning the numbers involved, but she does so as best she can in tandem with the other two women tearing into this army.

    She forms more of an impeding line at a time, cutting swaths of broken Warzoon at super-speed in an effort to keep their advance on Diana and Carol as stymied as possible.

    This can only go on for so long, though, as she hears the movement of the van taking off.

    This causes her to push into the air above, and reach up for her ear.

    "I'm going to move with the caravan. The two of you are doing fine, and it sounds like you're going to have plenty of assistance."

    Then, curling in air, Power Girl takes flight, catching up with the van and coming up alongside it to play blocker, should it need it- which... She anticipates it will.

Clark Kent has posed:
The swath of destruction Zod tears across Metropolis in his pursuit of Supergirl is wide, but thanks to her forethought, his victims have so far been masonry and metal rather than men and women. As he wrestles with Supergirl in midair for the city, he yells, "Yes, I will be judged -- as Kandor's restorer, as Krypton's savior! As the only worthy surv--"

Supergirl tosses the city to her cousin and lets loose with fists and heat blasts on Zod, who slams to the ground and interrupts his soliloquy with a grunt of pain. He's only down for a moment; Superman catches Kandor gently, and vanishes in a blur and a crashing sonic boom, and then Zod is up and in pursuit of the city again, his argument with Kara forgotten in his single-minded zeal. Hearing Zatanna's call-out over comms, Superman veers through a sweeping curve over the surface of the West River on a course to intercept her, kicking up a wall of water in his wake. This doesn't just look cool; hopefully, it will provide some visual cover against Zod when the two Justice Leaguers meet.

Back at the outskirts of the city, Green Arrow's plan goes into action: the Rider hoists the chained alien warlord to the roof of the van and binds him there. Mongul is heavy as anything, and awkward to move, but in no condition to fight back. Roberto and Michelangelo provide cover from the Warzoon vanguard... well, really they're a sort of van-guard themselves... they guard the van from the vanguard and nobody gets a chance to interfere, is the point. Still, wind is clearing Ollie's smokescreen, and as the van stalls, fire from force lances lands all around, tracking closer and closer, until in a cacophony of squealing tires and Run-DMC, the van leaps away.

Back on the front lines, Captain Marvel has discovered a legendary sentient weapon. At least, it certainly seems talkative, letting loose a stream of unintelligible invective as she swings it wildly around, sending Warzoon flying in all directions. Some are smart enough to stay back, though, pelting fire at her with their force lances while staying out of range of her talking club.

Diana's able to intercept a number of flying Warzoon, bringing them back down to ground level where they can be fought properly. The first to rush at her is tangled in her whirling lasso, but the second is more cautious, using its fellow as cover for a charge and a leaping attack, force lance blazing at her from above with golden fire.

Above, Maxima's battle cry first draws a bit of scattered force lance blasts -- such deplorable trigger discipline! -- but her death glare proves a much more devastating assault. This is enough to draw the attention of the oncoming Warzoon interceptors: recognizing her as a serious airborne threat, the lead wing-pair drops a quartet of shimmering violet plasma torpedoes at the Almeracian crown princess, before banking to scream past her on an intercept course for the van escaping with their warlord. Two more pairs of fighter craft simply ignore the Almeracian, focused on their goal.

As Power Girl drops into an escort formation with the van, these four fighters fire their already-armed plasma torpedoes at it, the violet lozenges streaking toward the small but speedy vehicle with deadly speed and accuracy.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
With Mongul bound on the roof of the turtle van, Rider looks to Michaelangelo. "As far from the battle as possible. Draw them away from the city!" Ghost Rider demands in its demonic voice, before the Rider turns its head enough to notice Power Girl moving in formation to protect the Alpha Target from reclaim, as it were.

Though as the Torpedoes start moving towards them, the Rider throws a ball of hellfire at one of them, trying to make it explode long before it reaches its destination.

As for the other one...here's hoping PG or Oliver can take it down. "Incoming!"

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara nods her head and lets out a satisfied little 'huh'. She dusts her hands and then frowns as Zod gets back up, "/,dru,zhod,/ give up this madness." She huffs and takes off after him. This time it's her that gets an ankle and a boot to the face. She's not letting go though as she's dragged past buildings and crashes in to some masonry herself. The flight path takes them chasing Kal along the river. She knows this is critical, so she claws her way up his armour and cups a hand over his eyes.

It does not take him too long of course to grapple with her, flip her over and boot her down in to the water. She hits it was a massive splash. The momentum carries her down to the bottom and she kick flips off of the water bed and shoots back up in to the air. Her conviction is set though and stubbornness is a well known trait amongst the House of El. Perhaps all Kryptonians, though who is Kara to judge on that front.

Both hand thrusts ahead as she chases after Zod once more. But this time she comes at him from side ways and takes in a deep breath of air, then blows a gale to push him off course before diving in to tackle him around the torso with both arms.

Carol Danvers has posed:
<<Sounds good Powergirl.>> and yes Carol is swinging her new weapon, lunging forward then to the right and left clearing out Warzoon with those energy lances.

Thing is, each blast just makes her sparkle with cosmic energy that >tiny< much brighter. It isn't a trick of hte eye that she is moving faster at this point then when she first crashed hard into the front, it is a fact.

She chats back with the Warzoon she is clubbing into the other ones. Whatever language he is swearing at her in, she also seems to be be able to speak just fine thanks to her handy dandy Kree embedded universal translator. Mostly she is giving him a hard time about stopping hitting himself and his friends. Probablt because he is being really rude and the joke has to be made at least once in this invasion. Right?

Still as fun as this whole thing was with the hitting Warzoon with a Warzoon elite... it isn't really scalable. Carol pulls back up into the air out of the mass of enemies and cracks her knuckles, then starts to fire off full bore photonic blasts, in the style of not holding back... lighting up the army down below in front of her and making a big ol' tagret out of herself.

<<How's it going?>>

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Owt secalp era eno. gnirB eht ymra fo snozamA ot em." In so few words, Zatanna folds two points of space thousands of kilometers apart. Metropolis ahead of her and a specific location halfway around the world merge until they are effectively the same pinpoint on a map.

Take a walk through the wide golden rifts illuminated by a mystical spotlight and the fellow sisters of Diana wait to come through.

The Amazons have time enough to come marching through or at a full charge, however the mood takes them. The portal holds firm, a brush of warmth and the scent of burning wood in passing.

"Emoceb eht elttob fo ekoms dna rorrim." She has the next task ahead of her, whispering to the bottle cap and willing it forth to spring into a frosted bottle of comparable size and shape. Its weight fills her hands, crisp and smooth, freed up for Superman. Shielding it against her body with both arms like a newborn, only when he arrives will she release it to his care, braving handing it over.

"All yours." Water sprinkles down as the magician hovers on her guard, smile warm, tension still burning behind her bright sapphire eyes. Every second purchased is a second won.

The violence in the heavens leaves her counting backwards, listening to the crash and fall of heroes taking on the Warzoon and Zod himself: Karen, Diana, Carol, Kara. On a wing and a prayer, then.

Oliver Queen has posed:
When Mikey asks where to go there is a tap on the side of the van and Ollie's head pops down to shout. "Go west!" he says, following Captain Marvel's call on the comms, then he points just in case. "Need to get out of the city as fast as possible. Take the highway when you get there.." And he makes sure to hold on neatly to the van so he doesn't fall off with the speed and driving from the ninja turtle.

<We are moving west now. On our way out of the city.> He tells through the league comms. Some arrows fly, mostly to serve as support to Roberto's blasts. One arrow, one kill. That is his motto right now...

"How out is Mongul?" he asks of Robbie, to gauge if they can be safe with a Mongul on the top of their van...

But all attention then goes to the incoming torpedoes.. Fun. "Evasive maneuvers!" he shouts, hoping that Mikey will hear. He picks one arrow and shoots it, an explosive one. And that's pretty much what he can hope to do, hit one of the torpedoes to make it explode mid-air. But even if that works.., there's still three more to go! "Right on time, Powergirl."

<Think whatever your plan is, Di, we need it now.>

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Sunspot flashes a thumbs up to Mikey when the music starts playing, "Great tunes!" he calls out even as he rolls and fires off another blast stopping a Warzoon from leaping at the van.

Thought that turns out to be the least of their problems with a torpedo inbound. "Hang on!" he shouts to those on the van and then to Mikey. "Get ready for some speed!" he loops around to the back of th van putting his shoulder into it as he turns on the speed. LIke Mr. Miyagi said, 'the best defense is no be there' and Sunspot's hoping the van will be out of the way by the time the last torpedo comes.

Maxima has posed:
The plasma torpedos fly straight at the airborne space princess seemingly colliding with her her in a grand explosion of fiery death. Yet something seems to grasp the wing-pair of fighters that fired upon Maxima. The vessels find their forward momentum ground to a halt and then begin to come apart at the seams! Rivets popping out, screws coming loose, metal plates coming apart, as the ships disassemble themselves into their component parts and begin to fall to the Earth.

Meanwhile the cloud of smoke from the explosion begins to clear, only to reveal an unscathed Maxima still floating at its center surrounded by a sphere of shimmering force. "Fools! Did you really think just a pair of you would be sufficient to face ME?!"

With that she turns and with a blur of speed is in hot pursuit of the other fighters that had the audacity to commit the grave sin of ignoring her.

Diana Prince has posed:
With the portals opening across the fields of the outskirts of the city, the gateways to another part of the world are visible on the other side. A part of the world quite different from this raging battlefield, with the vistas of a distant sparkling blue ocean and the rise of rolling green hillsides covered in golden yellow flowers.

But on the forefront of this gateway into another corner of the globe, the mounted Armies of the Themysciran Royal Hippeis stand ready, on horse, with blade, shield, armor and steeled gazes, the women of the mythical island are poised for what is to come.

And when it comes, their regiment leaders all raise their hands in unison, with gleaming golden weapons they throw their arms forward and shout their battle charges. The throngs of the mounted warriors begin to stir, and move forward, with the hooves of their war horses carrying them through the opened gateways to Man's World...

... Diana, approached by a wave of Warzon, fights her way free only in time to spin herself around and slam her forearms together, sending a kinetic wave of shocking power across the battlefield. A wave that topples the lines moving toward her, sending their forces pinwheeling through the air away from her!

But it is only a stop-gap, a moment's time as their numbers replenish, reform and reforge their onslaught. Like water, pushed aside with a hand, the enemies start forward again toward the Princess of the faraway paradise.

Only, now, behind her, Diana is met by those she knows best. Her people. Charging in behind their Princess, their numbers flood into Man's word, the thunderous pounding equine hooves assaulting this new foreign land. The women of the Themysciran Army's first regiment, all lower their spears and charge in to the fray, spreading around their Princess as they reinforce her, and all the other members of Earth fighting for its safety!

The lines of armies are now meeting, in the heat of blood rushing combat, and the women of Themyscira, shouting in cries of readiness for the fighting they are diving headlong in to, the kind of fight they have prepared for, for countless generations.

Michelangelo has posed:
The advice from Oliver and Robbie are taken on board. As the van hits top speed, Michelangelo bites his lip with a look of concentration. "Bein' real with ya, I definitely did NOT expect my first encounter with the crew from the Justice League to be like this." With the window down and travelling at a great speed, wind rushes past him at such force that he's not even sure that Oliver or Robbie can hear him. "I thought for sure we'd be sharing a slice of pizza, maybe pass some soda around, play some Mario Kart... something nice and easy. But I guess this breaks the ice." With the van travelling at such high speeds through the outskirts of Metropolis, Mikey is forced to make some really high speed turns. Some are doable. Others... well, they are pushing the boundaries of 'legally acceptable'. "I saw this on Fast & Furious: Tokyo Drift. I hit the hand-break and just slide around the corner, right? Then I hit the NOS." With a somewhat panicked expression, Mikey's baby-blue eyes search for that button. "Donnie didn't even hit this thing up with NOS!"

Turning the wheel as best he can, Michelangelo makes a required turn to navigate down a street at a speed that is entirely too fast. The entire left side of the van //lifts//, the remaining two tyres that are on the ground squealing a high-pitched scream in protest. The van safely lands back on four wheels with a hard thud, just as Oliver cries for evasive manoeuvres. Turning the wheel rapidly again, Mikey brings the van back UP onto two wheels as a torpedo narrowly passes underneath and detonates on the road nearby. Hell of a first driving lesson. "I'm trying, bro," He calls back to Oli, "I'm trying!"

As Sunspot appears to compliment him on his choice of music, Michelangelo beams a toothy smile in response. He'd dap him up if they weren't travelling at such an insane speed. Hearing the light 'thud' of the mutant behind him, Mikey is thrust back into his seat as the powered X-Men propels them even faster. "Yoooooo, this is real Dukes of Hazard territory, dudes!"

Karen Starr has posed:
    Power Girl lingers outside the window of the van for only a few seconds, before the noise of the firing torpedoes catches her ears.

    There is a deft, twirling spin that she does, pausing in the air seemingly at pace with the van- as if tethered to it, yet certainly simply flying of her own volition.

    It's then that her eyes surge a glowing crimson, the veins under her eyelids glittering with the power of the sun as it filters in and her eyes erupt with beams of red that rake across the incoming torpedoes. This causes them to erupt midair, providing a bright overlay of color over the van as it takes off.

    It's then that Power Girl detaches from the transport- aiming to let it accelerate and stay safe with its own speed... While she takes to the air and flies towards the nearest fighter.

    If they want a fight, she'll give them one.

Clark Kent has posed:
Even without yellow-sun powers, Zod was a feared soldier for good reason, but in her heroic determination, Supergirl will not be deterred. Her clambering, clawing assault has to be attended to; kicks and grapples aren't enough to keep her at bay for long, and he simply wasn't expecting to be battered off course by a breath attack. For precious seconds afterward, Zod's focus shifts to his attacker and he launches straight toward her with a growl, heat-beams raking through the air ahead of him as he closes for one titanic punch before moving back to pursue Superman.

For his part, the Man of Steel reaches Zatanna in record time, making the stealthy handoff and taking the the decoy city, while passing her the real Kandor to disguise as she will. He launches away from Metropolis toward the ocean at speed, then, pained to have to leave Kara behind but knowing it's necessary for their deception to work. He's headed toward the Atlantic when something totally unexpected occurs: from below the waves, a dark streak bursts upward to crash into him from below with a literal peal of thunder.

Superman is launched on a backward curve with a yell of pain, and his attacker, Ursa-Zod, catches the bottle city with a disdainful laugh. "Did you forget about me, filth?" she says, voice shot through with scorn. She flies back toward Metropolis; Zod, hearing the collision, abandons his fight with Supergirl and rushes to intercept.

Ghost Rider's fireball and Ollie's arrow detonate a warhead each, with a dual explosion that ripples through the sky with actinic fire. The other projectiles are buffeted off course, but correct quickly -- at least, they correct to where the van /was/ -- moments later, the van boasts an ink-black afterburner, and Sunspot's fiery trail sends the vehicle past 'really fast' and right up to Ludicrous Speed. The remaining brace of torpedoes speed toward an impact with the pavement just behind them: one, then the other, are annihilated as Power Girl's vision crosses their path, creating harsh spheres of superheated devastation.

The four fighters still pursuing the van are raining down fire with devastator beams that can't be so easily escaped, but then they have other problems: a furious Almeracian royal hits the tail of their formation, and another pair have to loop back to try to intercept with those beams, leaving just one to continue the attack, firing wildly at the tiny figure of Power Girl that flies up to meet it.

Carol's fully charged photonic assault devastates the enemy army; those still mobile keep charging past, but their ranks are desperately thinned. The first wave of starfighters has coursed past her position; the airborne troop transports are now moving past, with a rearguard of fighters in hot pursuit. Three of these fighters open fire on her; another six torpedoes are headed directly for her, followed by a hard rain of devastator beams.

Back on the ground, the rearguard action has become an all-out war, with the Amazon cavalry bursting into existence from seemingly nowhere, meeting the Warzoon head-on and finally halting their advance with a force equal in prowess, if not in numbers. The Warzoon have the advantage of range, but the Amazons have speed and power the alien force could scarcely hope to match. And really, they're not trying; in the bulk of the forces, troop transports have descended to gather as many infantry as possible to move at greater speed toward their captured leader.

Clark Kent has posed:
When Ursa rejoins Zod, she hands over the bottle city with a smug smile. Mirroring it, the general takes the city. Then, suddenly, his expression shifts, eyes narrowing, and he raises the bottle to his ear.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara sails through the air and crashes through the roof of the Metropolis Theatre. Seven eventually comes to rest in front of the empty stage, the people having abandoned their instruments and props behind when the city was attacked. She pushes herself up from the splintered wreck of the wooden floor and takes a moment to catch her breath after that powerful punch by Zod. She wipes the blood from her mouth and looks at it on her hand in surprise.

"Argh, that song.. is stuck in my head..." She looks up through the hole in the building and flies back out toward the battle, "This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital. To rock a rhyme, that's right on time. It's Tricky is the title, here we go..."

She pushes off the air and charges in like her cousin does, with her front hand in a fist and her back hand in a fist at her side, cocked and ready to unleash. She is armed with the knowledge given to her by her martial arts instructors, but Kal, and by Troia. They have to sell this, they can't simply give up on the fake so easily.

Supergirl flies in at high speeds yelling loudly, "You are not worthy of Kandor!," and grabs on to the bottle, though not so easily taking it from his grasp. She tries to wrest it from his grip in an effort to sell it as the real deal, knowing she's about to get an even worse beat down.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"What can I say, we have a way to--" And then Oliver is rocking back and forth on the van as it turns here and there and when those two wheels go up in the air it's only a quick grab to a side of the van that makes him remain atop the thing, body swinging about with the acceleration. But he is able to get himself back up. " --surprise people.." he can finish his thought at least. Though maybe that's an understatement considering what's going on here today. But things are looking better now, the gathering of such powered heroes and the charge of the Amazons perhaps just what they need to turn the tide.

<We are almost clear> He informs through the comms.

Right now he doesn't shoot though, it got to that time where he needs to save arrows for those more dire moments. Besides, he is trusting of those he has around him.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
The Amazon charge is not short on leadership; General Philippus is second not even to her Princess in matters of war and strategy, tactics and command, and with Wonder Woman fighting with Earths' champion, command falls to the venerable Amazon leader, a commander with thousands of years of wisdom and experience. It is she who shouts the orders in their ancient yet familiar tongue, she who sets the pace of the precisely synchronized movements of those regiments of mounted warriors.

But they do still need a champion, one to bear their standard and take the place at the very tip of the charge. And that figure stands out, not because she is any more glorious or fearsome than her sisters, but because she looks so utterly /unlike/ them: the young, inexperienced, blonde-headed Cassie Sandsmark, 'Wonder Girl' to Diana's more senior monicker. Though she is armored to match (in a bronze version of Diana's golden Eagle armor) she rides not on one of the many horses, but one of Themyscira's other feared beasts of war: the mighty kanga!

But she rides with no less speed and ferocity, lacks not for warrior's zeal, and her cries are echoed by a thousand of her sisters as they crash into the enemy. "In Athena's name, let us remind them who this world belongs to! Today there is no man's world, we fight for Gaia, for the only world we know, for our world! Hola, sisters! Follow me in!"

As the cavalry hits the bulk of the Warzoon, her position is briefly swallowed up, the entire thing becoming a mass of chaotic combat, the huge numbers of the enemy seemingly engulfing them. But she vanishes only for a moment, before bursting back into sight again, flinging several of the creatures aside as she bursts from the midst of them, now airborn, leaving her war-beast to quite ably continue on its own. In the air, she whips free her lasso, unwieldy in closer quarters, but now quite free. Instantly, it crackles with lightning, a reaction to a last, softer-spoken prayer, before she lashes out with it, more like a whip than a lasso, striking across a swathe of the formation right below her, where her sisters fight.

"Di! I was looking for you!"

Roberto da Costa has posed:
"Yeeeeehaaaaw," Sunspot shouts as the van starts picking up speed. Either he's on the same page as Mikey about the Dukes of Hazard thing or Canonball is rubbing off on him. "How are we doing up there Green Guy?" he asks. "I mean, the turtle one not the arrow one." Green was a popular colour today. "We good at this speed?" he glances back. "Looks like they've got some ships after us now, with more guys."

Michelangelo has posed:
"So is it true what I saw on the news? You guys live on the MOON? That's awesome!" Trying to engage in some sort of normal conversation in such an obscene moment may seem ridiculous, but it's just Mikey's way of normalising the situation as best he can. The old turtle van is definitely not designed to go at speeds like this, something he's slowly becoming aware of as the reverberation starts to really build. It's a really good thing Donatello reinforced the sides, or this thing would have crumpled long ago. Mongul is a thicc boy, after all. Regardless, he dares not to turn or make any sudden movements - intent on just keeping the wheel still so that the old VW Bus makes a straight shot westward and out into the highway. The steering wheel is gripped so tightly that his green fingers become a slightly lesser green. Hearing the engine kick into high gear, Mikey can feel the heat of the explosions nearby. Roberto's question from behind earns a wickedly wide smile from Mikey as he is asked if they're 'good at this speed'. The response? "THIS IS SO SICK!" His brothers aren't going to believe this happened.

So the van motors on, boosted by a mutant-rocket at the rear.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol feels better about the state of the world after the scything blasts.

The starfighters and troop transports trying to move past though are definitely something that is annoying.

<<I'm breaking offf...>> and she just takes the torporedos. I mean psychis is a thing so the explosion of devastor beams and actual torpedoes does flip her end of end for a moment until she manages to right herself.

<<As I was saying, Diana you have the ground army with your ... army which is awesome. I'm breaking off to deal with the Warzoon Airforce.>>

She starts to shadow box up there hovering higher now, sending photon blast after photon blast lighting up the sky, trying to be more precise than she was shooting down into the army before the Amazons arrived because the wrong angle on one of these cosmic energy blasts could potentially travel to Metropolis proper and redectorate the Daily Planet or Lex Corp.

Okay only one of those outcomes is actually bad.

Still she doesn't want to deal with lawyers regardless.

Diana Prince has posed:
Once the Cavalry of the Themysciran army has broken into the war, Diana launches into the air where she comes to a halt and observes the battle as it begins to unfold. It's here that she spots and sees Cassie come to join her. "We have to make sure that their forces do not reach the..." Diana turns and points in the distance. "The 'turtles' van." She says it awkwardly, having seen Michelangelo arrive, and leave, in the van. "It has their army's commander on the hood, incapacitated." She informs Cassie.

As the fight continues to unfold, Diana motions down at the lines that are breaking to the west. "Go there, reinforce them!" She states as she leans forward and moves to backup another element of their people's rushing warhorses!

<"Carol, be wary of the space craft."> She tells Captain Marvel, whose already on it!

With lasso away, Diana drops out of the sky and swoops down to the front of one of her Warrior regiments. She draws her shield, angles it before her and charges with tremendous speed to bulldoze the battlefield!

Maxima has posed:
Two more fighters, have they not learned?! Maxima remains unimpressed by these machines but they made the decision to enter the field of battle and so the warrior princess will show them no quarter.

She lets out a grunt as the fierce barrage of Devastator beams strikes her shimmering barrier, channeling more of her psychic energy into the field to hold it steady against the onslaught. She then holds out her hands as if reaching down and grabbing something. Components of the previously destroyed ships, warzone debris, and even several unfortunate Warzoon soldiers, all rise up within her telekinetic grasp in a pair of swirling spheres below her before all of it is flung at supersonic speeds towards the incoming fighters.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Surging forward, Power Girl sets her eyes on the remaining jet. It lights her up, and Karen grits her teeth. Can't falter now. Her arms cross in front of her, blue gauntlets in front of her face as she bears the brunt of the aggression of the guns, each round blasting and bouncing off of her impervious form.

    The shot's she's taking cause her to twist and wrench in midair, losing altitude for a moment and disappearing into a cloud of smoke rising up from the rounds colliding with her. This swirling mass of smoke lingers for a moment before Power Girl burst out of it, shooting forward at some sick multiple of the speed of sound.

    She is flat-out booking it, flying aggressively towards the nose of the fighter in order to collide with it and, very likely, rip through it like so much tissue.

Clark Kent has posed:
Supergirl's attack is joined from the other side by Superman a moment later; as she wrestles with Zod over the bottle, her cousin delivers a full-speed flying punch to Ursa's jaw. She is thrown back over the river, bouncing once off its surface before reversing course and flying back.

Zod tries to hold onto the bottle for a moment, on pure greedy instinct, but then suddenly lets go with a sneer. "You think to deceive me?" he snarls with contempt. He taps his own ear twice, sharply. "If that is Kandor, I should hear their voices in our native tongue." He whirls away from Supergirl and grabs Superman by fistfuls of blue fabric on either side of the S crest. "Minutes ago, I /did/ hear their voices. What have you done with my city?"

With the van clear of the city, the pursuing fighters engaged, and a decent lead built up thanks to Sunspot's jet boost, it's now just a matter of getting Mongul off the planet so that the troops and fighters loading into their carriers will follow him away from Earth. At the least convenient time, of course, he's starting to rouse, groaning groggily and starting to tug at the Hellfire Chain that binds him.

Above, Maxima's Vader-style telekinetic assault takes one, then two more fighters out of the mix, just as the last one's weapons threaten to overwhelm her protective barrier. The lead fighter has a moment to think it has knocked Power Girl out of the fight, but then she bursts forth at ramming speed and bisects the ship, crashing through it like a bullet through aluminum foil. For the moment, the skies here are clear.

Earth's defenders aren't just holding back the Warzoon anymore; they're routing the aliens, who are now actively retreating to their troop carriers. Carol and Diana were already a deadly force to be reckoned with; augmented by Cassie and the mounted Amazons, there's simply no breaking the front. And although the Themysciran cavalry pursue their enemies ferociously, getting the Warzoon off the planet is their objective: into the troop ships is exactly where they want them to go.

As she emerges from the cacophonous pyrotechnics of the starfighter assault, Captain Marvel's precise return blasts send those same starfighters spinning to the ground or crackling with overloaded shields even as the troop transports lift back into the air, giving her a wide, cautious berth as they swing out over the river. The squadron is out of the mix, now; the transports can carry troops offworld in pursuit of Mongul, but haven't got the weapons to shoot whoever ends up carrying him out of the sky.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
"Slowing us down!" Sunspot calls out as he begins to dial back the speed feeling his reserves getting dangerously low. "Now we just need someone to give this jerk a ride to space," he says slapping Mongul's leg.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"We have a base on the moon. There's a difference." Sure, lets have normal chatting while in the brink of anihilation from some wayward torpedo. For Ollie it's just another Saturday though! A very lively one, certainly!

"Think we are set to go here." He looks around at the pursuers now mostly occupied with the other forces.

<<Mongul is waking up. Might need an extraction of the guy off-planet." he says. <<If anyone would be kind enough to pick him up.>> a look then over to Roberto.

"How good are you on transporting rather heavy people up there? And can you go into orbit?" though what he hears answers that for him. They will need someone else!

Though while they wait he casually bashes one side of his bow on Mongul's head. With some luck maybe he will go back to sleepies!

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara flies back a moment as the fake bottle is ceded to her with a sneer. She narrows her eyes and frowns. So much for that ruse. She lets go of the fake and is about to join in helping her cousin when a very upset Ursa returns in full force and sucker punches Kara in the side.

Kara tumbles through the air and is followed by Ursa who says, "You foolish girl, you think to deceive our great General Zod. Time for you to learn your place, guild-less little El." She grabs Kara by the collar and begins to punch her. Kara lifts her hands up to defend herself, blocking and deflecting the blows even as Ursa hurtles the pair of them to the ground.

At the last moment Ursa lets go of Kara to slam her in to the ground. She lands and lifts Kara up by the collar again and begins to punch Kara in the face again and again. Despite being super strong, the blows start to land again and again, Kara dazed as she slumps. Ursa drops the floppy body of Kara to the ground, the blood of the youngest El over her knuckles. Satisfied she leaves Kara.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
There's no doubting it /thrills/ Cassie to finally fight beside her sisters like this, as a part of that army, and her face shows a bit of that adrenaline-fueled elation as she drops beside Diana. Yet is also no surprise that her mentor has a more specific purpose for them to carry out than raw mass combat. A task, a goal.

There /is/ surprise that she's talking about a 'Turtle van.' "The what?" she wonders. "OK, well, if that's what we gotta do-" Who is she to argue with her Princess? So as Diana sets off with her shield-charge, and the Amazon vanguard behind her, Cassie leaps skyward again, but holds position just above the new formation, playing air support as she channels a little of her father's style with the living lightning in her grip.

And so they fight on: Below, the kanga bounds along with them, and then rears back on its tail and double-kicks a Warzoon in chest. And let's just say... have you ever looked at a kangaroo up close, like really looked? They're jacked as hell, it's actually downright terrifying. And kangas, what with having to carry armored warriors, are /bigger/, meaner, war-trained kangaroos. Basically that Warzoon might be dead. If not, it certainly goes flying quite comically into the distance.

Cassie's lightning lash cuts criss-cross through whatever enemy formations stand in front of them, leaving many Warzoon in smoking, spasming piles where they fall. Wherever it disrupts their line, the well-trained Amazon regiments push into the gaps, taking advantage of the chaos and disorganization. They are trained like no force that has ever lived, and fight with not just the skill of ages, but the unity and trust of sisterhood: when a weakness shows, they strike, and when a sister falls injured, they form ranks around her.

And while they seem to seize victory against the bulk of the enemy force, the vanguard behind Diana continues with its mission, seeking out this... van? Who knows. Cassie isn't here to ask complicated questions, she's here to kick butt!

Carol Danvers has posed:
<<I'd almost feel bad for these assholes if it wasn't our second invasion in six months. Maybe we should just chuck Mongel into the sun as a warning. The problem is I imagine it would attract someone who wanted to prove they could beat the planet that beat Warworld... damnit.>> light banter on the comms, mostly because things are turning into a bit of a mop up operation now.

That call on the comms though Oliver is what she was waiting for, she banks with one last volly at a Warzoon fighter. <<On my way.... did we decide where I should take him once we get him up into space... are we chucking him back into WarWorld or should I actually chuck him into the sun?>> she assumes someone has a bright idea or plan. <<I mean.... ugn.. okay I should probably take him to Zandar and let the Nova Corps deal with him. They never laugh at jokes though...>>

Roberto da Costa has posed:
<< My vote is for the sun >> Roberto chimes in helpfully over comms as he rests by the van. He looks over to Mongul who is beginning to waken. "No offense," he adds lightly.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's final charge, ends with the devastation of at least one of those troop transports, as it is a point she's willing to make about the destruction that these kinds of attacks will only yield unto the attackers foolish enough to come to Earth for such a purpose.

She lands upon the war battered earth, her armored boots planted upon the soft soil and her hair whipping around her otherwise bare shoulders. Diana listens to the comms, she can hear the shouts of her people's cavalry continuing their own efforts in dousing the flames of this fight.

She looks up to the sky. <"I vote for tossing him in to his own system's sun. Ours is too good for him."> She replies to Carol. <"Whatever you do with him, just make sure he does not dare return here.">

After saying it, a mounted Themysciran Warrior rides up alongside the Princess, holding the reigns of another horse adorned in beautiful golden and leather armor. "Princess. Your steed."

Diana turns to the woman and moves to mount the horse. Once on the saddle, she puts her sword back behind her in its sheath. "Thank you, Anali." She states. "Let us ride to Philippus, and see to this area being contained."

The two mounted women turn their horses and start off toward the others!

Maxima has posed:
With the fighters destroyed, their wreckage smoldering on the ground below, Maxima takes a moment survey the battlefield. The sight of the Warzoon fleeing into their troop carriers is of course the only natural outcome in her mind. She does give Power Girl an approving look as she watches the other woman bisect another of the fighters with her body, a feat fitting of Almerac's finest warriors.

She may have even been about to introduce herself, not that she didn't already shout her name across the battlefield, however it is then that she senses the mind of Mongul regaining consciousness. "Finally a worthy opponent!"

She is about to fly in the direction of the stirring space warlord, when something else catches her attention or rather the lack of something else. After already sensing the pain and rage of violent confrontation from that direction, suddenly she can no longer feel one of the few presences that she has become familiar with on this planet, one that showed her naught but respect and kindness after she arrived helping her in her search for her people. Maxima casts one final look in Mongul's direction, killing him today would be a great victory for Almerac, but instead she changes course and with a sonic boom shattering the glass of nearby buildings zooms off towards Kara and Ursa at many times the speed of sound.

Michelangelo has posed:
Mikey is still hoonin', doubtless pleased with the fact that he was able to offer some real help. Then his face falls when Oliver reveals the inevitable.

"Wait, did you say he was waking up?! Who's coming to get him?"

Karen Starr has posed:
    Power Girl pauses in the air a moment, following the loss of the jet. It's somewhat uncharacteristic, because she isn't prone to stopping, nor does she seem to be catching her breath. Instead, she's listening, and there is a conflict somewhere close by- but not very- that has all of her attention.

    There is no hesitation, no waiting, no momentary lingering. The nanosecond Power Girl's super-hearing pick up the taunting, the last breath exiting Kara's lungs, the changes, minor as they may be, that signal that Kara's consciousness has departed, Karen tears the laws of physics apart, mocking the speed of several fundamental aspects and moving at some hundred times the speed of sound. There is a bellowing cry as she approaches, eyes wreathed in blazing fury.

    "URSA!"

    Ursa has some minor fraction-of-a-fraction-of-a second to react, but at the same time, there's one problem... Power Girl is Furious to an insane degree, and she's giving it her all. Had she struck the ground, it's questionable whether the very continent beneath them would have remained in one piece.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
/Three/ mounted women! Once it seems like the van issue is settled (tossing it into the sun sounds like 'settled'!) and Diana has taken out the last of her own displeasure on that troop transport, Cassie brings it in, ceasing her aerial harrassment of the Warzoon - who have largely made it into the cover of their ships - and likewise landing again. The lasso's electrical sheath discharges and, mere magical rope again, she pulls it in with a quick flick of the wrist, loops it and hooks it on her belt.

Meanwhile, Diana has a fancy handmaid or squire or whatever to bring her beautiful GOLDEN steed. Cassie? Cassie doesn't warrant an attendant, so she has to whistle for her less magnificent but grouchily badass kangaroo to come.

It takes a few moments to return from wherever it was kicking things into mush, and Cassie does a quick aerial loop to land on its back. By then, Diana is already a bit ahead. "Diiiii waiiiiit up!" she calls, urging her mighty steed to hop along after them.

Hop. Hop.

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman dives to pursue Ursa as she tackles Kara, but they're gone in a moment, so he bobs back upward and grabs Zod by the collar. "Call her off, Zod!" he shouts, anguished. The general stares for a second, unblinking, then with a titanic crack of displaced air, Power Girl and Maxima have engaged Zod's lieutenant in Kara's defense, and their combined assault sends the Kryptonian dazed and reeling into the far bank of the river. Zod glances in that direction, then looks away disdainfully, ignoring the fight.

"Lies, Kal-El?" Zod says, his tone goadingly smug. "I suppose I can respect deception in war; perhaps tmight be hope for you yet. Give me my city and we'll be on our way, to find the means to restore Krypton -- without you, and without your accursed House."

"I need your word, Zod, if you claim to have honor as a soldier of Krypton," Superman replies. "I give you Kandor, you leave this planet in peace, forever."

"Yet again, you choose this world of weaklings over your own heritage," Zod says, shaking his head slowly. "I accept your deal. Give me Kandor, and there is nothing left on this pathetic planet worth my notice." He smirks at Superman at that last comment, making it very clear who, specifically, he considers so far beneath him.

Superman grits his teeth, and answers, "Fine. Zatanna?" The bottled city appears in the air between Superman and Zod, who reaches out to take it, pressing it to his ear first, just in case. He smiles, and begins to rise into the air. From where she landed -- a great distance away -- Ursa follows. They accelerate impossibly quickly, shrinking to specks as the exit the atmosphere on a course for their ship in the orbit of Jupiter.

Moments later, Captain Marvel blasts into orbit herself, easily dragging the larger form of Mongul by his ankle. Half-conscious, he's writhing in her grip, but to no avail; the formation of pursuing troop transports are helpless to effect a rescue unless they catch up, and that's simply not going to happen.

The battlefield belongs to the Amazons; there's nothing on this world for the Warzoon now that their warlord is gone, and no stragglers have remained behind. It may have cost the House of El a fragment of lost Krypton, but thanks to the skill and bravery of Earth's heroes, the invasion has finally been thwarted.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"You see Kara, these great pillars will transmit energy between them, equalising the grid. This new way of sharing the energy will allow for a fully self contained biosphere. This city will not just be completely Krypton neutral, but a positive for the planet, it will be able to power other cities near us. Argo city will shine brighter than even Kandor ever did," Zor-El says, his hand around his daughters shoulders.

Kara looks up in delight at the work her father has been doing. "This reminds me of the pylo-structs they used to use for space colonies father," she replies to him with wide happy eyes. Zor-El and Kara turn to surveil the city that is Argo, both filled with a sense of a greater future.

"Kara. I'm so sorry my dear, I simply don't have the time right now. Your uncles calculations indicate we're heading toward a true catastrophe within weeks, perhaps less. I must finish reconfiguring the pylons in to a shielding system, so that if the worst happens Argo will be safe," Zor-El says, looking older than his years.

Kara feels another of the small tremors that have been wracking the planet for days now. "But father, mother isn't home either. She has joined the civil defence against Dru-Zod. It's just like auntie Astra all over again," Kara, now nearly eighteen, pleads. Zor-El looked up from his work and considered. Perhaps he shouldn't put all his eggs in one basket.

Kara escapes from her memories gasps for breath as she lays on the muddy bank of the river. Everything hurts. She has never experienced a beatdown like that before. Awkwardly, she tries to sit up but finds herself flopping back on to the ground. "/jivehdkha osh zhehd, ,khal,ehl,/," she barely whispers, holding up a hand as if to will herself to move. The sun can only do so much.

Squinting she peels one eye open to see her sister Karen flying over her at incredible speed, though dressed in all that white she whispers, "/ieiuka? kha, taweh .non khap jivehdkha/" The second figure of Maxima approaching confuses her. "/khaka/" The sounds of the battle flood her ears past the ringing and she slumps back to the mud again.