UnMasked Nomad

7

^^ Moray / Terran Doran ^^

— Erin —

Diana made an entrance, floating up calmly into the middle of the situation. "Greetings, Deathstroke. You should reconsider your choice of opponents. This one is under my protection!"

"Wonder Woman? Go drink your coffee. I assure you, the very moment that I feel threatened, I am not too proud to ask for help. That moment has not yet arrived." I smirked at Deathstroke, (the current threat regardless of all the other enemies,) and he raised an eyebrow, looking mildly impressed by the display of my balls of steel.

She hummed, and slowly sat down on the corner of the building, within sight but out of the way, and accepted a cup of coffee from an amused, levitating Zatanna. "Well... I apologize for interfering in your battle, then, Nomad. Please, continue; I will interfere no more, only watch, as you are not a member of the League, and it was never my place to interfere either way."

"Good to know. Open fire." Slade raised a fist swiftly.

The ninja wielding guns opened fire on me without hesitation, aiming their guns at a slightly downward angle, to avoid hitting each other with any missed shots, and I gritted my teeth at the pain of what felt almost exactly like paintballs, which would probably bruise me over time, but were currently just an annoyance.

I glanced up, just in time for the two groups of ninja to run out of bullets, almost simultaneously, and dodged the massive beast-man slamming into the roof, cracking it all the way to the foundation.

A single near-lethal kick to his neck at my full strength was enough to send him reeling and unable to stand straight, then a heel-kick to his temple knocked him out cleanly. The other meta woman used my laser-focus on him to get close, and she struck me soundly across the skull, making me take a knee as my vision shook.

She took a second swing, but I calmly slipped a hand under her arm, then gripped her wrist, punching upwards and savagely shattering her entire shoulder. While she screamed in rage and pain, I stomped on her left knee, breaking that as well.

"Stay down, little girl, or I will break your neck. This fight is between Deathstroke and I, not you plebes and failures." I frowned at her disapprovingly, channeling my mother when I'd misbehaved, and walked away, towards Deathstroke. "And you, that was almost well done, had you not underestimated me, yet again. Some Master Tactician, Hmm?"

He grinned. "I got time to catch my breath, didn't I?"

I hummed. "Using your pawns as chaff... smart; I respect that. Let's continue, then." I stood still, commanding him to come to me with an imperious one-fingered 'come hither'. I wasn't stupid enough to step into his traps, after all.

He frowned, likely annoyed with the waste of his work, and leapt nimbly over his invisible minefield, launching a series of explosive marbles and throwing knives at me to obscure my vision and keep me on the defensive.

"You aren't very smart, are you? I've proven that I'm at my strongest when I'm on defense, haven't I?" I asked, then stopped moving. "Oh you son of a bitch..."

"Hey! Leave my mother out of this!" He frowned.

"You're auditioning me!!! You're trying to reaffirm the Light's confidence in Lady Shiva, by proving she lost to a worthy opponent!!!" I accused him heatedly, growling.

He stopped throwing his knives, and hummed. "I'm actually incredibly impressed you figured that out... and that just proves me even more correct. You're smart."