JLA Watchtower (Archive)

That determined look gets a face full of firepower.

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There is no fear.

There isn't even any surprise.

The green glow around Arisia flares into brilliant scorching light, heat beginning to flood out from the sudden creation of that expanding globe.

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Another sudden, louder shift in the sonic screech, as Lobo blows right by her, not deeming her worthy of spittin' on.

But apparently she's worthy of a machete hurled at breakneck speed as he passes by.

Painted yellow, just to make it hard.

And that's when the bomb he set at the base of the Statue of Liberty goes off, blowing it off its feet.

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It lurches. It groans. It trembles, even, as though Lobo had attacked the soul of a nation instead of just its symbol.

But there is a distinct lack of an earth shattering kaboom.

After a moment, as the dust clears, Lobo can make out a figure, struggling and groaning, occasionally zipping further up to actually punch a part of the statue, to buy himself another second to keep holding it upright. "Holy..." Superman groans, his arms shaking a little as he digs his feet into the ground, trying to keep up the forward motion that'll let him finish lifting the statue, "...cow this is heavy!"

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It took a moment to place the weapons that won't be nearly good enough for the job at hand, but at least give him five second to live instead of four. Taking position with one of the docked ferry's, Red slowly exhales as he pulls the trigger on the rifle. A South African NTW 20 with fixed self calculating scope. The rifle needing to be set in a manner that a collar bone isn't smashed to dust, the recoil alone is enough to shake the floor below him. The one shot sends a 20 mm depleted uranium core armor piercing incendiary round into Lobo's chest moving faster than the sound of speed twice over at his chest.

"This has to prove I'm suicidal."

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The Main Man had just caught sight of Big Blue, and damn if he wasn't gonna take the fight right to that do-gooder chump. He'd reared his hog around and was just about to pour on the ramming speed when suddenly, outta nowhere, his torso is on fire, which quickly spreads to his hair. None of which Lobo would care about if it didn't affect his vision - lost sight of Blue.

"SOME FRAGGIN' FRAGGER JUST VOLUNTEERED TA BE FIST-SCRAPE!" he shouts, before diving off the bike into the water.

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Yep. That sure is Lobo, Superman thinks, eyes widening as he realizes that he cannot fight the last Czarnian and hold up the statue at the same time. And then, the day is saved, by...some mystery sniper?

Taking brutal advantage of the distraction, Superman's heat vision comes into play. The stink of melting metal fills the immediate area, as Superman becomes a blur, leaping up in the air, welding a part of the statue, and landing just in time to keep supporting it! This repeats itself again and again, four or five times, until the Man of Steel finally stops, landing on his knees and giving a desperate gulp for air.

And now. Superman has had a bad day. They kidnapped his wife. They're running rampant across the United States. He's pretty sure Captain Nazi punched a molar out, there. He needs to let some fury out, and Lobo presents a unique opportunity. The Man of Steel looks at Lobo's bike, calmly pulls a pair of car keys out of his pocket...

...and idly runs them along the side of the bike, making sure to do so in the loudest, most obnoxious way possible.

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Who knew that underwear-on-the-outside suit HAD pockets?

Lobo bursts out of the water, and when his bike finally responds to the remote call to pick him up again now that he's doused, the damage is unmistakable.

And the stream of violent vulgar vitriol that explodes from the Czarnian's mouth is unintelligible.

And the culprit is unforgivable.

"FRAGGIN' UP THE MAIN MAN'S BIKE?! FIGHT LIKE YA GOT A PAIR!"

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Well, if we want to get exacting about it, secret belt compartment. But they're bike shorts! And does a guy who dresses like a PSA on the dangers of motorbikes really have anywhere to talk?! Keep reading, kids, for all these answers and more: But first-violence!

"What can I say." Superman is deceptively calm, like a bomb about to explode. "I felt like making sure I had your full attention."

A puff of breath, and three spears of ice are jutting towards Lobo's chest-as a red and blue blur leaps towards where Superman approximates where the Czarnian's going to move, fist pumped back! "They took my girl, Lobo. Not cool!"

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It took a while to get into a new position while staying low on the radar with the big wigs such as these running about. There was a second to reset the type of rounds to be used. It seemed that keeping the idea of incendiary rounds were thought for mass effect but something along the lines of a timed explosive would keep to what would work best here. At least for that way he could have the same effect with the actual kinetic punch but with a nice surprise as the end.

Red watched as the ice was shot out but noticed it was more to gain Lobo's attention. Which would serve him perfectly well as he readies the fallback weapon to be used next after he empties the new magazine he's loaded for the 20mm rifle. Superman can handle himself just fine, unless someone like Lobo uses his brain and has Superman run off and than take advantage of the biggest heavy hitter off the field.

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"Jason Todd." One of the replicants has scaled the paper stand that Jason is using as a vantage point, as stealthily as the real Jason might have.

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"Jason Todd." Another replicant climbs onto the same paper stand, this one holding a particularly deadly looking quarterstaff with sharpened points.

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"Jason Todd." And yet another replicant! This one grabs Jason's rifle from beneath the stand, and pulls down, hard.

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"I'm a popular motha fucka ain't I."

The rifle is allowed to almost go limp in order to have the momentum work to the Flamebird replicant's advantage, but than twisted so the barrel would point between her shoulder and neck. He's not sure the the specs on these replicants, but an elephant would almost instantly be dead being shot in such a manner. Though the outcome of the pulling the trigger reminds him of the kick as the rifle will jump in the air and his hand have a fairly bad twist. The only alternative would be to let the force push him back but still injury will come about.

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The gun goes off, blowing the Flamebird replicant clean in half. The recoil however, flings Jason into the waiting arms of the replicants based on Huntress and himself. And by the looks of it, another five, no, six, are converging on the paper stand.

"Do not fight it, Jason Todd." His replicant pulls his own shotgun free, and aims it at point blank range. "When you are dead, we will take your organs."

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It's those moments when death seems almost certain and in seconds he'll just blink into the whiteness again. It would have been inviting almost two years ago, but there's been changes. The guilt will always linger but the rage has found where to fit perfectly.

From how the other him is holding the shotgun he can see it is right handed as he is. He pivots to be less of a target while at the same time pushing the barrel with his forearm. His knee comes to the back of the replicant where the weight was mostly being held and at the same time snakes his arm around to swing the barrel to face under the replicant's skull.

"Damn now I'm really scared ain't I? PS. Bang." And the trigger is pulled.

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The ice spears are shattered with a swing of his meathook, but the follow-up punch will find its mark - but Lobo doesn't fly too far, as that hook comes around to snag Blue's ankle.

"You ain't known cool yer whole life, ya stuck-up puke!"

A yank on the chain brings him flying back with a spike-gloved punch right below that yellow belt with the secret compartments.

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"Argh!" Superman feels his flesh part...he's been cut! "You reinforced your hook with transsonic alloy! You know me better than THIS, Lobo. Most people think that I'll give up if they manage to make me bleed..."

Superman kicks forward, sacrificing his knee to make Lobo's punch hurt the Czarnian as much as it does the Kryptonian, while the Man of Steel's hands are around the meathook...which Superman RIPS out of his flesh, yanking at Lobo's position in an attempt to wrap Lobo's chain around his neck! "...but all it does, Lobo, is piss me off! WHERE IS BRAINIAC?!"

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Blue's good 'n' pissed. And he's faster than Lobo, which makes it all the more frustratin' ta fight the punk.

He manages to get fingers in between his throat and his chain, to keep it from being a straight choke-out, but this don't feel good. His giant boot tries to find purchase on Blue's body somehwere for leverage.

"Ya got bigger fish ta fry, freak!" Lobo spits, trying to jab an elbow back at him. "Keep yer focus outta space and down ta earth, ya rat bastich!"

Of course, Lobo had no intention of actually revealing that Brainiac's off-world at the moment, but he's never been good at judiciousness of language.

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Naturally. But /where/ off world?! Still, at least it narrows things down, Superman thinks, as he's elbowed in the gut, giving Lobo a crucial second of freedom! Not wanting to get into a tug of war, Superman pulls back, figuring the chain for a lost cause, as he holds his hand by his mouth for a second.

"The guy who blew up his own planet for a science experiment's calling me a freak..." The uncomfortable similarity between the two aliens is violently ignored. Superman has no time for pity, for holding back. Lobo's crossed a line here, and the only way to keep it from happening again is to show him just what a bad idea that is. "...what's he have on you, anyway? You've never seemed like the conquer the world type, and you should know better than to make what's between us personal."

Holding his stomach, Superman hunches down, seemingly weakened...and then, Lobo'll hear it, if not smell it. Three sharp barks herald the super-sonic blast of a white dog with a silly red cape attached to his collar slamming into the Czarnian's back! This would be kind of ridiculous if the hound in question were not Krypto: The Super Dog!

"Good puppy." Superman says, smiling to himself as he cracks a rib back into place.

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Lobo ain't a sucker for cute unless it's a dolphin. So when he's knocked off his hog by Krypto, the mid-air spin he does is a straight slap-spike to the head of the dog.

"Yer MUTT?! Frag you, Blue! I don't give a bat's ass about yer broad, this backwater mudball or yer hurt feelin's! This was just another job, but you sicced yer fraggin' mutt on me, and THAT means it's personal! The Main Man's gotta learn you some proper respect!"

The bike swoops around, homing to him to catch him before he plunks into the drink again, and he streaks off.

But he's not running away. No, he's spraying some kind of napalm mess on lower Manhattan.

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"Napalm?!" Superman snaps, "You're killing me, Lobo!" The Man of Steel kicks into the air, twisting around and activating his heat vision-attempting to ignite the napalm while it's pouring out of Lobo's bike, in order to ignite the fuel line!

As for Krypto? He's attached his teeth to the bumper of the bike. That kick to the head just ticked the dog of steel off.

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Maybe it did, but Lobo doesn't give a rat's turd about the mutt.

"That's the point, ya holier-than-crap bastich!"

That hook comes flying back at Blue's head while his eyes are fulla red lasers, so maybe it'll tear off a chunk of his shoulder this time.

"An' we're draggin' ya outta yer pissant home town ta do it, too!"

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