The east side route out of Tokyo was a mess, with road material scattered everywhere. Cars, buses, trucks, and a few train cars dotted the landscape. Citizens had already been evacuated while the battle ensued. The Wizard blasted spell after spell, destroying more property and sending police, military, and heroes flying everywhere.
Dracomeander ran head-long at The Wizard. Time slowed slightly as he blasted into his super-speed. At just the right moment, he jumped up to deliver a fire fueled fist to The Wizard’s face. Suddenly a portal opened, and he went tumbling through. He rolled across the pavement, slamming into a piece of broken asphalt. Zen, the Penguin, lost his footing and fell down.
“Watch it, you oaf!” Zen barked.
“Sorry, he caught me off guard. How the hell did he catch me while I was running that fast?”
“He’s a wizard, you dolt. Now, get back to it.” Zen picked up a rock and threw it at The Wizard.
Dracomeander jumped up again and ran toward The Wizard. This time he faked him out and side stepped another portal. He went round and round the man, creating a funnel that sucked the oxygen out.
Another voice yelled, “Keep it up!”
Dracomeander glanced up to see the leader of Times Arrow League, Timebender. The hero jumped over a large piece of asphalt and then tumbled under a random blast of magic. Finally he jumped up and time suddenly slowed down. Everything in the area moved to a crawl, even Dracomeander. Timebender slid on the ground toward The Wizard and deftly snapped a cuff on his left wrist. Then he yanked him around, pulling his arm behind him, and snapped the second cuff on the other wrist.
Time returned to normal, and Dracomeander skidded to a stop. The Wizard had both hands held behind him, his face pushed to the ground. He screamed and twisted his body around, yelling various magical words. Nothing happened.
Dracomeander held his knees as he huffed and puffed, “How’d you do that?”
Timebender struggled to keep The Wizard down. “Special arcane cuffs. BADGE had them made for Jinn, but they weren’t going to be strong enough.”
Zen waddled over and said, “Strong enough for this jerk. Take him to jail.”
Timebender leaned over and looked at The Wizard, “He’s foaming at the mouth. And... where’s his dragon? Doesn’t he usually have that dragon with him?”
“Who cares.” Zen stated and then waddled away, “I’m going back to the water. Gonna see if any people are out there still.”
Timebender pulled The Wizard to his feet. The Wizard howled and said things no one could understand.
“Let’s take him in.” Dracomeander said.
Skelanimal sat on the edge of the building, watching the glorious carnage below. He laughed when Midgardsormr threw The Closer through a building. Then he almost fell off the side while cheering as Hotwings plowed Fiero into a street.
“This is just too good.” Skelanimal held onto the edge while the entire building shook as Midgard stumbled and crashed into the neighboring structure. “Woah, I may need to move.”
Fortunately, Midgardsormr regained his footing and grabbed two flying heroes and threw them across the city.
“THAT’S RIGHT, SHOW THOSE HEROES WHO’S BOSS!” Skelanimal waved his hands in the air like an overexcited football fan.
Pavement spewed as Hotwings shoved Fiero down a street. Both winged heroes were locked in combat. She unleashed a blast of energy that threw him away. Sloughing that off, he came in for a direct smash to her head. She grabbed his hand at the last moment and threw him over her, crashing him into the pavement directly behind.
“I won’t kill you.” Fiero said as she pulled herself up. “But, I won’t let you kill others.”
Hotwings rolled over and then stood, flexing his wings. “You’ll have to do better than that.” his tone was grim, almost thirsty for more punishment.
Fiero held out her hands, “Trust me, you haven’t felt my true power yet.”
Hotwings dashed toward her, his fists ready to pummel her. She held still, with her eyes closed. Suddenly, Hotwings slowed down. At the moment he reached her, he was no longer ready to fight. He swayed, groaned, and then his eyes cleared up. He looked around for a moment. “What... where am I?”
Fiero strained, “This...is so strong...I can’t contain it for long...” She focused all of her mental powers at him.
“YAHHH!” DaMon ran at Fiero and slammed her with a bare-knuckled fist to the side of her face at point-blank range.
Fiero hit the ground, face down. She had just pulled herself up when DaMon got her in the side with a well-placed boot to her ribcage. She flipped over and landed on her back, her wings bent in painful angles.
Hotwings returned to his delusional state. He screamed and joined DaMon in his next strike on the fallen angel. Suddenly, two hands appeared out of the shadows of their feet. Each grabbed an ankle on both heroes. DaMon and Hotwings fell face down. DaMon flipped over and heel smashed the ground where that hand was, but it had already slipped through the shadow. Then an arm came out of the shadow under DaMon’s head and wrapped around his neck. He was yanked down, gagging as he struggled.
Fiero, sitting up, held out her hand and hit Hotwings with another mental attack. The winged hero stopped again and swayed. She held the other hand at DaMon and focused. She grunted out, “Midnight-walker, let go. I need you up here.”
The arm slipped back into the shadows. Then, near a wall behind Fiero, a purple hero stepped out of the shadows.
“What are you doing to them?”
“Dunno. But, it’s working.” She strained to hold their minds. “Cuff em, now!”
“Oh, right.” He pulled out the special BADGE hand cuffs and locked them on the wrists of each enemy.
Fiero let go of them with her mental power and sat back, breathing heavily after that stress. Both heroes returned to their psychotic state quickly. She panted and said, “Glad you were there.”
Midnight-Walker said, “everyone is so focused on Midgardsormr. I saw you get hit by Hotwings and followed the shadows here.”
“Thanks. What about the others?”
“They’ve got The Wizard, that’s all I know.”
Fiero used his hand to get back to her feet. She pulled out her BADGE communicator. “We’ve gotta get these guys to a transport and then find the others.”
Nova watched as the battle raged in Tokyo. He had never expected to be sending heroes after heroes. They focused most of the cameras on the battle with Midgardsormr. This was going to take some serious work to bring him down.
A window opened at the bottom right corner of the screen, Fiero spoke, “BADGE, we have DaMon and Hotwings, come get them.”
Nova looked back at a robot. “Signal the retrieval unit, lock onto Fiero’s coordinates.”
“Understood.”
He looked back to find Fiero still there. “Anything else to report?”
Fiero said, “I have discovered something. I used a mental attack I normally use to control a villain by messing with their minds. However, when I hit Hotwings and DaMon, it was like I was hitting a separate mind within theirs. There’s a powerful force in their heads causing them to do this. I was able to dampen it for a moment, but it took all I had to just keep it controlled long enough to bring them down. The moment I let go, that power reasserted itself.”
“This could be the answer we need. Gather the psy heroes and lead this charge. We have to stop WMD before they level Tokyo.”
Fiero added, “Or we level the city stopping them.”
“Exactly. Now, go.”
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