Team J vs Team E
The man known as Bengal wore a blue and orange body suit with black stripes, much like his namesake. He raced through an alley, kicked off a wall, and latched onto a fire escape where he pulled himself up and quickly climbed the steps to the roof where he looked out over the city. “Show yourself!,” he shouted, his frustrated voice echoing across the skyline.
In a basement somewhere, a single lighter illuminated the face of John Constantine. He lit his cigarette and closed the lighter, happy to sit in the darkness for the time being. His sense of peace and quiet was soon interrupted, however, when he felt a telepathic link.
“Constantine, are you hiding again?,” he could hear Psylocke’s voice in his head.
“It worked the last time, didn’t it, luv?”
“I’ve located Bengal. They have one more teammate who has entered the city. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in helping me fight them?”
“I’m more use to you down here for now.”
“Whatever happened to British courage?”
“Now what would you know about the Brits?”
“I am British you know.”
“It’s a long story. I’ve spotted Bengal. Come be useful when you have the chance.”
“Keep me abreast of the situation.”
Bengal twirled twin sais in his hands and made two quick strikes. Psylocke deflected them with her katana and ducked down in a sweep kick. Bengal flipped over her leg, but when he landed, he received a kick to the gut. He tumbled back onto the heels of his feet and sprang forward, bringing his knee into Psylocke’s chin. She fell back, placed her palm against the pavement, and somersaulted back onto her feet. Her mind reached out as she sensed someone quickly approaching. There were four minds merged into one. It was unnerving. She was so distracted that she barely had time to duck under the fist of the large albino man. She recognized him as the mutant known as The Collective Man. He swung his arm back, striking her in the stomach with the strength of four men merged into one body. When she fell on her back twenty feet away, the wind had been knocked out of her and she knew she had to retreat to catch her breath. She unleashed a psychic attack, that blinded her two attackers and made them nauseous as well as giving them massive migraines. With the two of them stunned, she quickly slipped away.
Constantine remained in the basement, finishing his cigarette. “Bloody generous of those blokes to replenish my cigarettes every match,” he thought to himself. He dropped the butt on the floor and stamped it out with his foot, then checked his watch, which glowed in the darkness, telling him the time. “One minute. Twenty seconds,” he said aloud. The ceiling above him seemingly growled and through the darkness, he could spot an even darker shadow moving across it. Soon, a wide beam of light emerged, illuminating the basement as the hole grew larger liking an opening mouth. It took a second for Constantine’s eyes to adjust, but he soon saw the face of Jack Hawksmoor sticking through the hole.
“There you are,” Jack said, “Where’s Psylocke?”
“Out in the streets, I reckon, doing the sort of things ninjas tend to do in these situations.”
“You plan to sit here the whole time or what?”
“Why must I constantly have to prove myself to you lot?”
“I haven’t forgotten about you leaving me to die last round.”
“You got better, didn’t you?”
The Collective Man and Bengal down a sidewalk. “When I concentrate, I can sense other people in the area,” the Collective Man informed him, “I am picking up two of them nearby.” Bengal gave an understanding nod and pulled his sais out once again. As they ran, they felt the sidewalk move out from under them like someone removing a rug from beneath their feet. They stopped and noticed the sidewalk receding back, exposing the sewer below. They backed up as the sidewalk continued to be pulled back. Meanwhile, the sewer stretched down, turning into a long chasm. “Hang on,” the Collective Man grabbed Bengal by the wrist and held onto a nearby stoop to brace them. The sidewalk reached back and the two of them dangled over the deep pit, their feet pressing to the sides of the pit in order to brace themselves. Psylocke rounded the corner and gave a curious look.
“Hawksmoor, I’m guessing this is your doing?,” she asked out loud.
Jack dropped down next to her, “Looks like I made it here just in time.”
“Yeah, but if you’re in the city, that means one of their people is in the city as well.”
“I see no signs.”
“Give it time.”
“I ran into Constantine on the way here. He’s up to something, but I’m not sure what.”
“I really don’t like him.”
Suddenly, the sky grew dark as if there was a solar eclipse or a large, passing cloud. They looked to the sky and saw the sun was unobstructed, yet something was stealing the light. Psylocke detected the thoughts of someone quickly approaching. Meanwhile, Jack could feel the wind whipping around the buildings, indicating someone was flying to their location. They both turned in unison and shouted, “Get down!” before dropping to the street. A Japanese woman in a black and white costume swooped by, firing a single blast of golden light energy that sailed over their heads, then punched a hole through the wall next to them. Dr Light flew down, creating a disc-shaped light barrier under Collective Man and Bengal, then raised them back up to the streets.
“Stay back,” she told the two men as she charged her fists with light energy, “This shouldn’t take long.”
“I’m not standing back,” Bengal said defiantly.
Psylocke popped back to her feet, violet energy circling her hand before elongated into a point. She held her psychic knife at the ready with one hand and spun her sword around with her other hand. Hawksmoor, meanwhile, straightened his tie and focused his concentration on the buildings around him, ready for attack.
“Wait, I’m `ere, finally,” Constantine came running onto the scene, stopping momentarily to bend over and catch his breath, “Sorry,... lemme catch me second wind. Old age and a smoking habit… is not a good combination for a jog.”
“I think I know who that guy is,” Dr. Light said.
“He was the one who hid from me earlier,” Bengal raced forward, “And now he has the arrogance to show up after letting his allies do all the fighting?”
“Sorry, mate… Got turned around.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?”
“Don’t lose your temper,” Dr. Light warned.
Constantine straightened up just in time to see Bengal flying into a roundhouse kick. He smiled knowingly just before being kicked into unconsciousness. Dr. Light frowned when she saw his body disappear, “It was a set up.”
Somewhere in the city, Vegeta and The Shade appeared, side-by-side. Now the entire team was in the city and their opponents were in the same place. Vegeta said nothing, but simply darted off in a blur of motion. Shade, meanwhile, calmly sank into the shadows of an alley.
Across the city, Psylocke flew through the air, ready to strike with her psychic-knife. Collective Man snatched her by the wrist and threw her across the street. Hawksmoor flew in, kicking him in the chest with enough force to send him rolling over end. Dr. Light fired several lasers at him, forcing him to flip around the beams of light heading his way. Meanwhile, as Psylocke stood up, she saw Bengal approaching. She brought her katana down, only for Bengal to catch the blade in the prongs of his sais. He twisted them together, snapping Psylocke’s sword in half before giving her a kick, forcing her back to the ground.
The fight stopped, however, when the wind kicked up above them and they saw Vegeta hovering overhead. He crossed his arms and scowled at the assembled opponents. “I hope at least one of you can give me a challenge.” Shade appeared from the shadows behind Psylocke.
“The other team hasn’t noticed you yet, Shade,” she told him telepathically.
“That is probably for the best,” he answered.
The shadows in the alley grew darker and blank tendrils beckoned her inside. She stepped by, disappearing into the shadows. Shade the nodded to Hawksmoor who soon followed. With the three of them disappearing, the others were left to face Vegeta. “They escaped,” Collective Man shouted. “We have bigger problems,” Dr. Light told him and fired a single blast that exploded against Vegeta. The burst of light clouded the Saiyan for a moment, but they hoped he was eliminated. When the smoke cleared, they found to their horror, that he remained hovering in the air, not moving a single inch since he stopped flying. The only difference was the small whiff of smoke escaping the surface of his skin before disappearing itno the air. He said nothing but merely raised his palm, creating a brief globe of energy before it shot out into a beam of chi energy. Dr. Light only had a second to erect a force field around her and her teammates.
In the distance, Shade, Psylocke, and Hawksmoor watched a bright flash of energy stretch out over the buildings, followed by a pillar of smoke. “So Constantine wanted both of you on the battlefield at the same time,” Psylocke surmised, “And he waited until three of them were in the same location to ensure a quick defeat.”
“I’m just glad he sacrificed himself instead of me this time,” Hawksmoor told them.
“Remember, they have two more teammates,” Shade reminded them, “An alternate version of Superman and the giant creature known as Godzilla.”
“The thing that flattened the entire city the last time it showed up.”
“Yes. John had to be careful to make sure we won without unleashing Godzilla.”
“There’s a fairly good chance the other team is hesitant to get Godzilla out there as well. He’s big and from the looks of it, uncontrollable. I’m sure they’re not too excited about having buildings dropped on them again.”
“Vegeta is facing the three least powerful members of their team. This should not take long, provided Vegeta actually accomplishes his task.”
“Vegeta can get the job done,” Hawksmoor explained, “What would possibly stop him?”
The city block was covered in ash and smoke filled the air. Vegeta continued to hover, arms crossed in stubborn disatisfaction. Dr. Light fell to her hands and knees. Her shield stood up to the blast, but it was taxing. Meanwhile, Bengal and Collective Man could only stand and stare impotently. The important thing was, her and her two teammates were safe. “This is pathetic. That wasn’t even my strongest blast,” Vegeta lowered himself to the ground, “As I understand it, a more powerful member of your party will show up in less than a minute.” He sat down, propping one arm on his knee lazily, “So I’ll just have to wait for a decent fight to come my way.”
“Should we attack?,” Collective Man whispered.
“There would be two outcomes,” Dr. Light told him as she picked herself off the ground, “Either he kills the three of us outright and we lose, or he only kills one of us. That would bring Superman here faster, but it would also bring Godzilla… We all remember what happened last time Godzilla appeared. Our best chance is to humor this fool and let Superman take care of him.”
Soon, the Chinese man named Kenan Kong (now calling himself Superman) appeared. He wore a red costume and cape, similar to his namesake. He has inherited Kryptonian powers, which he was still getting used to, but he was certain he could put an end to this quickly. He didn’t need to use his enhanced senses to find his teammates. He simply flew to the large cloud of smoke emerging from the distance. “Ah, there he is,” Vegeta exploded into the sky, bringing his foot up to give Kong a kick to the jaw. Kong flipped over-end, smashing into a building hard enough to send the side of it crumbling to the ground. “Not bad,” he said with a confident smirk and flew back, tackling Vegeta at the waist. They smashed into the side of another building and Vegeta brought his elbow down into the small of his back, sending him into the ground below, where he formed a crater from the impact. He shot back up with such speed that several windows were shattered as he uppercut Vegeta into the sky, Vegeta stopped his ascent and hung in the air. He thrust his hands out in a blur of speed, sending multiple bolts at Superman, which smashed him back to the ground and as the onslaught continued, it created more and more explosions and the smoke grew larger. Superman darted out the side of the cloud and whipped around, giving Vegeta a punch to the jaw, which sent him spinning like a top before he smashed through a building ledge.
Dr. Light, Bengal, and Collective Man made their way into a wide intersection to catch a glimpse of the super speed battle raging in the sky. Suddenly, things went dark around them. “It’s the Shade,” Dr. Light warned and quickly began glowing to fight against the growing darkness surrounding them, blotting out everything they could see in all directions. Despite the fact she was glowing bright enough to blind her own teammates, the darkness continued to grow. They hadn’t noticed Hawksmoor forming a granite-globe around them in addition to the Shade’s shadow-formation so there would be no light for her to absorb from outside.
Above Vegeta cupped his hands together, releasing a beam of violet energy into Superman’s chest, which sent him flying through a series of buildings, eventually clearing the mile of the city. Once Superman reached the edge of the city, he disappeared and was instantly teleported across the other side of the city with the momentum of the attack carrying him back across the skyline. Vegeta flew back to him, giving him a kick to the back of his head and sending him into the base of another building, which began collapsing. As the building sank into a pillar of smoke, Superman smashed his way out through the side, ready to fight once again. By this point, the rest of Superman’s team had been restrained for ten seconds.
Team E has won the match and will move on to the next round!
“What?,” Vegeta shouted, “Not again! I’ve barely gotten started. Why do those fools keep taking my victories from me?”
Somewhere, John Constantine chuckled to himself.