Fight Part 3

Vahl-Or took a deep breath as his visor reconfigured itself back to Conceal Mode. While he could have taken the Speedster without the spell, he was trying not to kill them. Catching him at that speed would have sent his hand straight through the man's body.

What really surprised him was the nigh lack of sound he had made. It was as if the air could barely tell he was there. The sonic boom that should have existed from his speeds just DIDN'T. If it wasn't for his footsteps on the ice, he wouldn't have noticed him coming.

It wasn't magic. Even if he was trash at anything besides Runes and Logomancy, he had brute-forced the ability to sense magic over the years.

"HEADS UP, ASSHOLE!"

"GARDNER, YOU DUMBASS!"

Turn. "TCURTSNOC RETTAHS!"

The green hardlight construct shattered. He felt blood drip out of his nostrils from the magical power required to do so. Even magic had a hard time overcoming pure willpower.

Three Lanterns. All 3 of them. One of whom wore a mask that wouldn't fool anyone who knew them, and certainly wouldn't fool basic facial recognition. He'd noticed them coming, but had been too distracted to really take advantage of it. He was really unfocused today.

This was gonna be tougher than he thought.

*Le Timeskip - 15 minutes*

"STOP DUMPING WATER ON ME!"

Breaking out of the constructs the Lanterns made was easy enough. More difficult than most Lanterns (especially the masked one's constructs), but he had more willpower to spare. With the long lifespan he had, you'd have to.

Even the godlings showing back up hadn't phased him, since he far outstripped them in speed, able to hit and run faster than the lightning surrounding Marvel's body could damage him. And he hit hard.

It was when the others showed up that things started getting ridiculous.

An elastic shapeshifter that wouldn't stop cracking jokes (were those goggles a part of him?), a freaking Ma'aleca'andran (at least the Telekill plate in his helmet still worked), the Cyborg (IS THAT A MOTHERBOX?), and a red android that was somehow partially possessed by a mindless yet powerful wind spirit (there aren't any Runes, how is he not breaking down?!)

But none of them were as annoying as the sea king.

After figuring out that throwing a magic trident doesn't work when someone has the common sense to dodge rather than try to grab it, and that he could not raise upon water before they moved to a new patch of ice, Arthur Curry had gone for slowing him down.

Namely by dropping huge orbs of water on him.

Seeing another orb falling, he let the fingertips of his gloves glow-

And froze the whole thing with a single touch.

He could do this without the suit, but disinformation worked well in the past.

Slamming the frozen ocean orb into the King of Atlantis, he took assessment of his other opponents.

Other than the Lanterns and Tornado, everyone was breathing heavily. Including him, though he was recovering quicker. His suit was cracked over the arms and torso, the magic-enhanced fists of the godlings having gotten hits in while the others played distraction or containment. Things would have been easier, but he wasn't trying to kill anyone, even if the Cyborg had some dents.

He couldn't say the same for them, considering the Amazon KEPT TRYING TO CUT OFF HIS HEAD. Did she think Kryptonians were immune to having their necks sliced through?!

He couldn't even risk magic right now, considering the fact destroying a couple constructs had strained his soul for the first time in decades.

At this point, his anger was gone, replaced with emotional and mental exhaustion.

And that was when Kal-El decided to come back.