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re: Bard's Poor Attempt at a Combined Marvel/DC Universe (an ongoing project)
Posted on 4/27/22 at 10:13 pm to Bard
Posted on 4/27/22 at 10:13 pm to Bard
Jay Garrick had learned the hard way that he couldn’t actually hurt Nefaria, not even hitting him with a rock travelling faster than the speed of sound did any damage. Instead, he concentrated on making Nefaria’s fighting as difficult as possible.
While Nefaria seemed to be every bit as strong and tough as Superman, he didn’t have the same speed and speed was something Jay had plenty of. While being invulnerable to damage, Nefaria was not invulnerable to being annoyed so that’s what Jay did.
If Nefaria took a step, Jay ran behind him then kicked Nefaria in his Achilles’ Heel as hard as he could to cause him to misstep. This caused him to miss hitting members of the JSA or do minimal damage if he did connect. He also kept up an almost constant barrage of dirt and debris directly in Nefaria’s eyes, making it difficult for him to see clearly. No sooner would he swat dirt out of the air than there was more already inside his swipe.
While the Flash kept up his distractions, Hawkman and Hawkwoman took turns flying in from different angles and clubbing him with tremendous force with their maces.
Green Lantern had disappeared once Jay had arrived and succeeded in distracting Nefaria. Now he returned, a giant rock held in an even larger clamp made out of his green light. The Hawks saw the plan and pulled back, knowing that if they knew what was coming then so did the Flash.
Alan Scott, the Green Lantern, shouted a warning to his longtime friend as he let loose his payload. “Bombs away!”
Time moved differently for Jay when he was in the depths of his speed. He mind raced so fast that he saw everything as moving at one tenth normal speed while he himself moved at three-quarters normal speed. This combined to give him ample opportunity to be aware of everything going on around him while formulating plans on what to do next. He moved fast enough to easily dodge punches and could also dodge bullets (although this was really done by his seeing where a gun was aimed and simply moving before the trigger was pulled). Because of this, not only was Alan’s warning unneeded, Jay was able to keep distracting Nefaria until a split second before a boulder weighing many tons dropped onto Nefaria’s head.
The team gathered around Jay as the dust settled. Alan was smiling but shaking his head. “You nearly give me a heart attack every time we do that, Jay.”
Before Jay could answer, the rock shook a little then slowly began to rise. After a few inches, a crack in its side began to lengthen. The farther the rock rose, the farther and faster the crack went until if finally fell into pieces with a loud, thunderous clatter.
Nefaria rose from the rubble, a slight cut above his left eyebrow, his breathing slightly labored and a severe scowl on his face. “I am no longer amused…”
As Nefaria spoke, Jay whispered, “Lantern, shield us”.
“…by your-“ The rest of Nefaria’s speech was cut off as a red and blue missile crashed into him from above, the Flash being the only person understanding what was happening.
Superman was back in the fight.
Before the dust had settled from the impact, Clark had begun relentlessly beating Nefaria, giving him little time to regain his bearings. Clark’s punches were far stronger now, each blow shoving Nefaria’s head down into the rocky terrain more and more, little by little. His blows were having an impact now, he could see Nefaria starting to become slightly disoriented.
A green shield covered Nefaria’s face. Clark looked up questioningly as Alan Scott took to the sky. Jay called out to Clark, “Body shots! Make him breathe hard!”
Clark understood and began punching his opponent in the sides, kneeing him in the chest and groin, anything to get him to exhale. The Green Lantern’s bubble over Nefaria’s face would allow air out, but he wasn’t allowing any back in.
Nefaria realized too late what was happening. He attempted to throw Superman off of him then take out the Green Lantern before he suffocated, but the Man of Steel refused to be removed. Somewhere, somehow… in the last few minutes he had been re-energized well beyond what he had been even at the beginning of their first encounter. Nefaria may have still been able to hold his own against him but he had wasted enough energy with the JSA that he had become slightly winded and taken a little damage. He too needed time to rest and regroup, but he knew he wasn’t going to get it.
Clark had stopped hitting his opponent in order to hold him still while he slowly suffocated. Nefaria made one last desperate attempt to dislodge Clark before he passed out, but it was unfocused and wild. The minutes creeped by and Nefaria’s strength ebbed until he finally passed out.
While Nefaria seemed to be every bit as strong and tough as Superman, he didn’t have the same speed and speed was something Jay had plenty of. While being invulnerable to damage, Nefaria was not invulnerable to being annoyed so that’s what Jay did.
If Nefaria took a step, Jay ran behind him then kicked Nefaria in his Achilles’ Heel as hard as he could to cause him to misstep. This caused him to miss hitting members of the JSA or do minimal damage if he did connect. He also kept up an almost constant barrage of dirt and debris directly in Nefaria’s eyes, making it difficult for him to see clearly. No sooner would he swat dirt out of the air than there was more already inside his swipe.
While the Flash kept up his distractions, Hawkman and Hawkwoman took turns flying in from different angles and clubbing him with tremendous force with their maces.
Green Lantern had disappeared once Jay had arrived and succeeded in distracting Nefaria. Now he returned, a giant rock held in an even larger clamp made out of his green light. The Hawks saw the plan and pulled back, knowing that if they knew what was coming then so did the Flash.
Alan Scott, the Green Lantern, shouted a warning to his longtime friend as he let loose his payload. “Bombs away!”
Time moved differently for Jay when he was in the depths of his speed. He mind raced so fast that he saw everything as moving at one tenth normal speed while he himself moved at three-quarters normal speed. This combined to give him ample opportunity to be aware of everything going on around him while formulating plans on what to do next. He moved fast enough to easily dodge punches and could also dodge bullets (although this was really done by his seeing where a gun was aimed and simply moving before the trigger was pulled). Because of this, not only was Alan’s warning unneeded, Jay was able to keep distracting Nefaria until a split second before a boulder weighing many tons dropped onto Nefaria’s head.
The team gathered around Jay as the dust settled. Alan was smiling but shaking his head. “You nearly give me a heart attack every time we do that, Jay.”
Before Jay could answer, the rock shook a little then slowly began to rise. After a few inches, a crack in its side began to lengthen. The farther the rock rose, the farther and faster the crack went until if finally fell into pieces with a loud, thunderous clatter.
Nefaria rose from the rubble, a slight cut above his left eyebrow, his breathing slightly labored and a severe scowl on his face. “I am no longer amused…”
As Nefaria spoke, Jay whispered, “Lantern, shield us”.
“…by your-“ The rest of Nefaria’s speech was cut off as a red and blue missile crashed into him from above, the Flash being the only person understanding what was happening.
Superman was back in the fight.
Before the dust had settled from the impact, Clark had begun relentlessly beating Nefaria, giving him little time to regain his bearings. Clark’s punches were far stronger now, each blow shoving Nefaria’s head down into the rocky terrain more and more, little by little. His blows were having an impact now, he could see Nefaria starting to become slightly disoriented.
A green shield covered Nefaria’s face. Clark looked up questioningly as Alan Scott took to the sky. Jay called out to Clark, “Body shots! Make him breathe hard!”
Clark understood and began punching his opponent in the sides, kneeing him in the chest and groin, anything to get him to exhale. The Green Lantern’s bubble over Nefaria’s face would allow air out, but he wasn’t allowing any back in.
Nefaria realized too late what was happening. He attempted to throw Superman off of him then take out the Green Lantern before he suffocated, but the Man of Steel refused to be removed. Somewhere, somehow… in the last few minutes he had been re-energized well beyond what he had been even at the beginning of their first encounter. Nefaria may have still been able to hold his own against him but he had wasted enough energy with the JSA that he had become slightly winded and taken a little damage. He too needed time to rest and regroup, but he knew he wasn’t going to get it.
Clark had stopped hitting his opponent in order to hold him still while he slowly suffocated. Nefaria made one last desperate attempt to dislodge Clark before he passed out, but it was unfocused and wild. The minutes creeped by and Nefaria’s strength ebbed until he finally passed out.
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Posted on 4/27/22 at 10:14 pm to Bard
Dr. Fate arrived with the others shortly thereafter. Cap’s injured arm was covered in a golden light, it was obviously still hurt as he kept it cradled in front of him. Amazing Man was looking better, now walking under his own power and without help from Atom.
After discussing their options, it was decided that Nefaria was far too strong for any normal prison to hope to hold him, so Dr. Fate would keep him in a specially prepared area in his tower fortress. It didn’t hurt that Fate’s home existed outside of normal time and space.
Steve spoke up. “Doctor, this whole ordeal is being run by the Red Skull. One focus of he and his Hydra goons is on occult items. He was here earlier holding a glowing orb which allowed him to create doorways to other places out of nothing. Could that be causing the problems with Superman?”
“It’s possible, if the orb is some sort of artifact.”
“Artifact… Could a spear be an artifact?”
Dr. Fate turned to Captain America. “Did he have a spear?”
“Yes, but…”
“What did it look like,” Fate interrupted as he took a step forward. His tone had the slightest tinge of fear to it. Everyone stopped. This was the most extreme emotion any had ever experienced from the JSA’s resident mage.
“The shaft looked new but the blade itself looked old. Possibly bronze. The quarter nearest the tip was darker than the rest, possibly dark red.”
Dr. Fate didn’t speak, didn’t move for the next few seconds then suddenly he began frantic spellcasting movements. Jay started to ask what was going on but Dr. Fate answered before Jay could utter the first word.
“The Spear of Destiny is in play! He’s trying to master it in order to take control of Superman, I must make haste before he learns how!” And with that, both Dr. Fate and Count Nefaria disappeared from the battleground in a quick flash of golden light.
Captain America took charge immediately. “Jay, it may be that this isn’t over. We need to start acting and stop re-acting.”
Jay Garrick, the Flash, the leader of the Justice Society of America nodded his agreement. “Alan, go back and check on the troops, we need to make sure they aren’t being attacked by someone like Nefaria. I’ll begin running a perimeter to a mile out.” With that, both the Flash and Green Lantern took off.
Superman looked to Captain America as he started to lift off, “I’ll head to-“
“No!” Cap was emphatic. “We can’t risk you being loose if the Skull manages to figure out how to use the Spear to control you before Fate can stop him. Combined, we may not have much of a chance against you –especially as banged up and depleted as we are- but it’s a better chance than any of our troops would have.”
Clark and Steve stared at each other for a long minute before Clark looked down, nodded his reluctant agreement, then gently floated back to the ground. They both knew they may well had just signed the death warrants of most –if not all- present. Still, it was better than the certainty of knowing Superman could be used to kill thousands of Allied troops with little to no effort. War is often a choice between committing the lesser of two evils.
Steve changed the focus as he looked to the others in the group. “So what do we know about the Spear of Destiny?”
Carter and Shayera Hall, known throughout the world as Hawkman and Hawkwoman, were aliens from the planet Thanagar who had been stranded on Earth thousands of years ago. Due to a botched spell and the desires of their god, each time they died they reincarnated again in what became known as Lazarus pits. Sometimes they reincarnated decades apart and missed one another’s lifetime entirely, sometimes not. This cycle was the latter.
For the last three life cycles they had been studying Egyptian archaeology and mysticism in an attempt to free themselves from what they had begun to view as the curse of eternal rebirths. Because of their expertise, the remaining heroes looked to them hoping they could explain Dr. Fate’s last words.
Carter took the lead. “The Spear of Destiny is alleged to be the spear used to stab Jesus Christ,” he explained, a slight awe slipping into his voice. “It’s believed the wielder can use it to control the minds of people, it’s also believed to be a myth. Myths, however, sometimes prove to be based on some truth.”
Shayera stepped in before the questions could begin, “It’s been lost for over a thousand years, but Skull created Hydra to discover and use objects like this. There’s no telling where he found it nor how long he’s had it.”
“It’s far too late for zat, my little vogelweibchen,” the Skull’s voice came from a portal he had silently opened nearby. Superman was in motion before the Skull’s speech ended but just before he reached the mad Nazi, another portal appeared. It lasted just long enough for Superman to speed through, then shut behind him.
Cap shouted, “SPREAD OUT! Watch for more of those doorways!”
As the remaining heroes scattered, the Skull continued. “How are you liking my play, Herr Kapitan? I call it ‘Project: Doomsday’ and I designed it especially to zvart ze advancement of you und your ilk.”
Cap squared off against the Skull, his injured arm holding his shield in front of him while the others made their way to surround the portal the Skull had created. “We’ve beaten your boys and are now re-grouping. We’ll be knocking on yours and Hitler’s doors soon enough.”
The Skull chuckled. “Vat makes you zink zis ist over? Ze name of zis drama comes from ze name of its finale. I give to you now your Doomsday!”
The Skull’s portal disappeared only to be replaced by a massive metal box. The object was as larger than a tank. Pressurized gasses whooshed out as it opened to reveal a humanoid creature larger than even Solomon Grundy. It’s skin was a rough looking gray, like it was a living piece of stone. It had large white, bone-like, spiky protrusions from its shoulders, smaller such spikes from the backs of its elbows and fronts of its knees and smaller but more pointed ones cresting its brow and extending from its knuckles.
Its eyes opened and all hell broke loose.
After discussing their options, it was decided that Nefaria was far too strong for any normal prison to hope to hold him, so Dr. Fate would keep him in a specially prepared area in his tower fortress. It didn’t hurt that Fate’s home existed outside of normal time and space.
Steve spoke up. “Doctor, this whole ordeal is being run by the Red Skull. One focus of he and his Hydra goons is on occult items. He was here earlier holding a glowing orb which allowed him to create doorways to other places out of nothing. Could that be causing the problems with Superman?”
“It’s possible, if the orb is some sort of artifact.”
“Artifact… Could a spear be an artifact?”
Dr. Fate turned to Captain America. “Did he have a spear?”
“Yes, but…”
“What did it look like,” Fate interrupted as he took a step forward. His tone had the slightest tinge of fear to it. Everyone stopped. This was the most extreme emotion any had ever experienced from the JSA’s resident mage.
“The shaft looked new but the blade itself looked old. Possibly bronze. The quarter nearest the tip was darker than the rest, possibly dark red.”
Dr. Fate didn’t speak, didn’t move for the next few seconds then suddenly he began frantic spellcasting movements. Jay started to ask what was going on but Dr. Fate answered before Jay could utter the first word.
“The Spear of Destiny is in play! He’s trying to master it in order to take control of Superman, I must make haste before he learns how!” And with that, both Dr. Fate and Count Nefaria disappeared from the battleground in a quick flash of golden light.
Captain America took charge immediately. “Jay, it may be that this isn’t over. We need to start acting and stop re-acting.”
Jay Garrick, the Flash, the leader of the Justice Society of America nodded his agreement. “Alan, go back and check on the troops, we need to make sure they aren’t being attacked by someone like Nefaria. I’ll begin running a perimeter to a mile out.” With that, both the Flash and Green Lantern took off.
Superman looked to Captain America as he started to lift off, “I’ll head to-“
“No!” Cap was emphatic. “We can’t risk you being loose if the Skull manages to figure out how to use the Spear to control you before Fate can stop him. Combined, we may not have much of a chance against you –especially as banged up and depleted as we are- but it’s a better chance than any of our troops would have.”
Clark and Steve stared at each other for a long minute before Clark looked down, nodded his reluctant agreement, then gently floated back to the ground. They both knew they may well had just signed the death warrants of most –if not all- present. Still, it was better than the certainty of knowing Superman could be used to kill thousands of Allied troops with little to no effort. War is often a choice between committing the lesser of two evils.
Steve changed the focus as he looked to the others in the group. “So what do we know about the Spear of Destiny?”
Carter and Shayera Hall, known throughout the world as Hawkman and Hawkwoman, were aliens from the planet Thanagar who had been stranded on Earth thousands of years ago. Due to a botched spell and the desires of their god, each time they died they reincarnated again in what became known as Lazarus pits. Sometimes they reincarnated decades apart and missed one another’s lifetime entirely, sometimes not. This cycle was the latter.
For the last three life cycles they had been studying Egyptian archaeology and mysticism in an attempt to free themselves from what they had begun to view as the curse of eternal rebirths. Because of their expertise, the remaining heroes looked to them hoping they could explain Dr. Fate’s last words.
Carter took the lead. “The Spear of Destiny is alleged to be the spear used to stab Jesus Christ,” he explained, a slight awe slipping into his voice. “It’s believed the wielder can use it to control the minds of people, it’s also believed to be a myth. Myths, however, sometimes prove to be based on some truth.”
Shayera stepped in before the questions could begin, “It’s been lost for over a thousand years, but Skull created Hydra to discover and use objects like this. There’s no telling where he found it nor how long he’s had it.”
“It’s far too late for zat, my little vogelweibchen,” the Skull’s voice came from a portal he had silently opened nearby. Superman was in motion before the Skull’s speech ended but just before he reached the mad Nazi, another portal appeared. It lasted just long enough for Superman to speed through, then shut behind him.
Cap shouted, “SPREAD OUT! Watch for more of those doorways!”
As the remaining heroes scattered, the Skull continued. “How are you liking my play, Herr Kapitan? I call it ‘Project: Doomsday’ and I designed it especially to zvart ze advancement of you und your ilk.”
Cap squared off against the Skull, his injured arm holding his shield in front of him while the others made their way to surround the portal the Skull had created. “We’ve beaten your boys and are now re-grouping. We’ll be knocking on yours and Hitler’s doors soon enough.”
The Skull chuckled. “Vat makes you zink zis ist over? Ze name of zis drama comes from ze name of its finale. I give to you now your Doomsday!”
The Skull’s portal disappeared only to be replaced by a massive metal box. The object was as larger than a tank. Pressurized gasses whooshed out as it opened to reveal a humanoid creature larger than even Solomon Grundy. It’s skin was a rough looking gray, like it was a living piece of stone. It had large white, bone-like, spiky protrusions from its shoulders, smaller such spikes from the backs of its elbows and fronts of its knees and smaller but more pointed ones cresting its brow and extending from its knuckles.
Its eyes opened and all hell broke loose.
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