“ UUHFF!? “ A grimacing wince takes form on Kon-EL’s face when he’s sent skyward with a heavy hit from the strongest of the not-so-merry bunch among the delinquent criminals, though he does quite easily recover. The Kryptonian flips once and brings himself to a stop 65-feet in the air, lifting and brushing his left forearm across his chin where the sassy Amazon struck him.

  “Tch. A cheap shot barely worth its shake… What’s your damage, little lady?” He asks, mildly frowning as he arches a brow. However, the leading thug makes it quite clear she’s done having a dialogue - initiating that sentiment by taking to the sky via flight to zero in on him.

  “I’ll SHOW ya what my damage is…” Amaxon Thunder retorts just before accelerating with a lunge to take a swing at Kon-EL - a right hook the male jerks backwards out of range of. Quick to put pressure him, the brawling female warrior thrusts her entire body forward to take several more swings at him

  An uppercut that he sways out of the way of. A backhand fist she swipes vertically at his face with, but that too misses when he leans back. And a winding up right jab she throws out while adjusting to face him again. The last of three being the one he resorts to catching within the palm of his right hand before gripping and turning his body 180° degrees to throw her over 40 yards away. Even so, that didn’t give a window for even a short break. Immediately upon tossing one away, a projectile in the shape of an ‘D’ comes flying at his temple and explodes upon impact.

  “What the…?” The explosive weapon does nothing to actually harm him, but Kon-EL finds himself waving away charcoal smoke that’s obscuring his vision.

  “I got him!” In the midst of him doing so, a third member - the lantern among them - attacks him from behind with a green construct of a giant fist three times the size of his body. More so just propelling him forward over actually hurting him.

  “Guh!?”

  “You’re mine now, pretty boy!” A declaration Amaxon Thunder makes with a wide grin on her face while closing in. She rams into him with a fierce clothesline that throws with some power against his throat. The collision results in Kon-EL flipping uncontrollably as she passes by. Without letting the effort go to waste, the ravenette drifts on air to come to a full stop before turning and rushing in to hit the Kryptonian center-mass with a heavy blow that sends him off like a missile into the city. Being quite swift in her own right, the amaxon flies after him and easily catches up.

  The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

  THOCK! – THUMP! – THWACK!

  She lands a hook to the jaw, a blow to his gut, and concludes her combination assault with a soccer kick to the chin that sends him even further at half the speed of light. What follows is the inevitable destruction of Kon-EL crashing through half a dozen buildings, sending civilians running in a panic. His involuntary journey reaches its climax when he finally loses momentum and dribbles along the street until he slams against the wall of a corner store, nearly forming a hole.

  “Ugh… Okay, that actually hurt a little.” He comments, grimacing as he sits up on the ground. Just until a realization dawns on him.

  “Better beat it before they get here…” Kon-EL murmurs under his breath while hustling up onto his feet and taking off to his left into the air. When he’s about three blocks away from his last location, he spares some time to examine the watch on his wrist again.

  “13 minutes, huh? What else could go wrong in such a short amount of time–” THUMP! It’s then that bumping into something… into someone … cuts off his thoughts. He and the other individual wind up backing up a bit as they float in place.

  “AYE! YOU BLIND OR SOMETHIN’, BUDDY!? “ The other male exclaims while holding a cell phone in his left hand and a medium size drink from a local restaurant in his right, his eyes glaring down at his slightly moist shirt. A shirt bearing a big bold U inside a shield symbol that’s a mirror to Kon-EL’s. A detail that he notices almost immediately and finds himself speechless before. Despite the other clearly not paying attention to what was in front of him either, the angry shouting continues a bit more as he slips his phone away into his pocket.

  “WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO FLY, HUH!? YOUR MOM–...” The male finally looks up. Silence overtakes him for a moment at what he sees - who he sees in front of him.

  “What the fuck…? Who the FUCK are you…?” He asks while staring at someone who not only wears a kryptonian symbol on his chest, but has a fairly similar face to his despite looking older.

  “Uuhhh… Not…. You?” Kon-EL answers with an awkward shrug of his shoulders. An answer his evil counterpart finds no amusement in.

  “You sure as hell ain’t me, buddy! I don’t know where you came from, but I know where you’re going!” The Earth-3 Kryptonian exclaims as his eyes begin to glow with an intense red, crushing the cup holding his drink within his grip.

  “And that’s the dirt, you greaser wannabe of a lame-ass knockoff!”

  “Or, you know… You could just stay cool and tone it down. Didn’t actually wanna come here to be honest.” Kon-EL proposes with a look of indifference.

  “ COOL THIS, YOU FRAUD! “ The other exclaims as he simultaneously blasts Kon-EL with a violent burst of heat-vision, sending the smoky hero soaring backwards and flipping through the air. The leather jacket wearing Kryptonian recovers and sighs heavily. Having no time to really dwell on it, he sees his evil counterpart flying in to keep up the attack.

  “Haaaaugh… Here we go again.” Kon-EL murmurs under his breath, skillfully swaying aside to avoiding the incoming ’Superman-punch’ the next second. When the Earth-3 Kryptonian turns around, Kon-EL is already closing in with a fist drawn back. THWACK! A right hook sends the delinquent colliding into a nearby building, and before he can properly regain his bearing, the jacket-wearing Kryptonian zips in to close off the distance like a bullet. A left-hand gut punch meets its mark, causing the teen to hunch over, and another right to the cheek sends the villain down with a harsh thud against the cement.

  “Done acting out?” A question that soon follows from the floating kryptonian.

  “Tch! You know what…?” The other begins, wiping a forearm across his mouth as he rises up to his feet. With a snappy movement, the evil Kryptonian abruptly grabs hold of the parked car beside him and hurls it at the hero with casual ease.

  “Fuck you, buddy!”