Same as before, the watch relocates him to yet another variant of Earth before he barely realizes it’s taking place again. This time, the two second whiteness consuming the visual of his surroundings fades to introduce to a terrain of stone and rubble - a place where faint smoke dances in the air, the smell of gun powder instantly fills his nose, and the myriad of violent commotion of all manners hounds his superb hearing. The Kryptonian blinks as confusion takes his instincts hostage once more, unsure of what he stands in the heart of. He scans the area with his surroundings and comes to realize that he resides on the outskirts of a powerless city ravaged by destruction, and upon its massive shore where a war is taking place. Corpses, weaponry, and broken down machinery lay in the wake of the conflict taking place.

  “Jeeze, bro… of all the places to be sent to…–” Kon-EL murmurs dishearteningly under his breath. While he contemplates on the appropriate words to describe his discontent, a sudden battle-cry swiftly pulls him out of his thoughts and draws his attention. What he turns to set his high-alert eyes on is a blonde. Not just any blonde, but one wielding a sword and sporting ’Amazonian’ clothing with bits of armor on her person - one who’s presently kicking off from a sprint to lunge at him with her hands preparing to cut him down with an overhead slash.

  “HAAAAAAH!!!” She roars with nothing short of malice in those icy blue eyes of hers.

  “Not this time!” Kon-EL exclaims just before going on the offensive. Given how the last two Wonder Femme Fatales left an unfavorable impression on him, he’s not quite so keen on being hesitant to lash out with his own aggression. He slightly bends his knees and makes a lunging jump of his own to swiftly meet her halfway and beats the blonde out with an arm that snakes around an armpit and her neck, jerking her back toward the direction she came from. THRASH! The two land on the ground with Kon-EL slamming her down onto her back with enough impact to cause a thick amount of dust to shoot up skyward around them. While the blonde lays grimacing on her back, the Kryptonian quickly rises up onto his feet and bends over with his hands on his knees as he sets his eyes on her.

  “You just got denied, Homegirl! Try again next time!” He gloats a big cheeky smile that shows off those pearly whites of his.

  That smug display seems to be the thing that sets her off. Her eyes shoot wide open with a glare of sheer animosity as she stabs the sword she’s still holding into the ground and skillfully uses her ability of flight to lift just an inch or so off the ground, spinning to sweep kick him off his feet and onto his back.

  “DIE!!!” She exclaims upon scurrying over to mount him with a knee pressing down onto the middle of his torso and plunging the sharp end of her blade downward– TTNK! The blade meets resilience that outclasses any normal weapon of warfare on Earth, and breaks in half on impact. A sight that makes her gasp and stare in disbelief.

  “Nice try, Goldilocks…” A stoic comment that slips from the Kryptonian’s lips just before he promptly sends his assailant flying with a straight punch to the face.

  “Cassie!” Another woman calls out to the blonde who lands 45-feet away. Kon-EL rises to stand and spots two more Amazon warriors. Both ravenettes, though one with skin of deep bronze - and both running toward him with the intent of paying him back for hurting one of their earn.

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  “Ugh… of course there’s more of ’em.” He remarks with annoyance lacing his tone.There’s a voice of reason in his head telling him to retreat to avoid further unnecessary confrontations, but there’s an even louder rebellious side of him that refuses to bend the knee to every mean-mugging super-being that comes charging at him like a bull seeing red. Thus, he stands his ground as the two warriors zero in on him - the first being this world’s equivalent of Donna Troy, who swings the short sword within her possession diagonally from bottom to top at the foreign kryptonian’s torso. The blade cuts through mere air itself due to her target jerking back in a retreating step, though there’s no hesitation in her follow up as she slashes from shoulder to waist, then twirls in place to lean into the momentum of her swing and deliver a spinning thrusting kick to Kon-EL’s face.

  “AHK!?” While the blade fails to even graze his costume, that kick takes him by surprise and sends him flying when it makes contact with his mouth. He lands upon his back with a mild thump and eventually lets a sigh spill from his lips as he lays upon bloodied sand.

  [Maybe this is karma for taking the watch without permission in the first place… Am I seriously getting caught up in someone else’s war?] Kon-EL muses to himself as he nonchalantly stares up at the gray sky far above. A sight that soon changes in tone when a figure intervenes - a pair of golden grieve-boots plummeting toward him to stomp him into the ground. Swift in reaction, Kon-El rolls to his left to avoid the drop of the amazon’s weight landing on him and hurries up onto his feet. Just as he barely raises to properly stand at his full height, the Yara For before him throws out a reverse roundhouse kick to thrash her heel into the side of his skull. An attempt the Kryptonian stops in its track by lifting a forearm to block. In the midst of lowering her foot onto solid ground again, she spins in place while dipping into a crouch to swipe the broadsword in her hand at the male’s shins. A clever maneuver that bears no fruit, unfortunately for her. The Kryptonian is wise enough to simply hop in place to let it pass by without any contesting.

  “Give it a rest already, will ya!?” As soon as his boots touch down again, he quickly hunches over to grip hold of her and effortlessly lifts her up for a trip to Suplex City into the sandy beach with a front facing grapple. After that mildly harsh slam, he promptly kicks up onto his feet.

  “Get away from her!” Donna barks as she comes jumping just in time to latch a scissor-headlock around his neck and send him flipping up, over, and away. However–

  “It won’t be that easy!” Kon-EL exclaims in turn as he firmly plants his feet down and presses his hands over her thighs to keep them budging. Once her momentum is completely gone, he reverses her headlock on her - easily lifting the amazon into a sitting position onto his shoulders. It’s also during this interaction that Yara Stirs and shifts over onto her stomach, easing herself up onto all fours.

  “Put me down right this instant, vermin!” Donna demands. Just as she’s about to drop a firm elbow onto the Kryptonian’s cranium, the sudden movement of him lifting her high above his head disrupts her.

  “Gladly, MA’AM!” KRRROOOOOMMMMMM!!!! An explosive impact rumbles the ground for at least a mile around when he slams her down on top of Yara’ s back with not only Electric Chair drop, but a gnarly toothy smile on his face. Despite sand getting all over him, he dusts his hands with nothing short of satisfaction as he looks down at the writhing pair at his feet.

  “There. Now you can lay there with he– Kuh!?” Suddenly, the blonde from before comes flying in to tackle him and swiftly place him in a strangling headlock from behind. Her legs lock around his waist to latch onto him desperately.

  “That’s enough out of you! Now you die…” Cassandra asserts with a whisper dripping with sinister malice, emphasizing her promise by fortifying her strain on his windpipe.

  “K-ka…! You’re–... Ughk… You’re crazy!” Kon-EL barely gets out as he tries to get a good grip at her forearm and stumbles along the beach.

  “No! This is war! And there is no friendliness on the battlefield! You should have known better than to get involved if you weren’t prepared to kill!” She harshly snaps at him, her grip unrelenting. However, the struggle comes to an end when a third party intervenes.

  THWACK!

  “OOOF!” A sudden blow to the cheek sends Cassandra flying like a spear away, allowing the Kryptonian to breathe properly again.

  “Haaugh… Huh?” Kon-EL soothes his neck while turning to face his savior, and what he sees takes him completely by surprise.

  “Holy cow… Su… Superman?” He questions. This variant is uncharacteristically slim in structure as if there’s been little opportunities for him to get food, let alone protein, into his body. Even so, with that familiar face he shares with the other Superman variants, he smiles warmly at Kon-EL and waves. In turn, the young man waves back. Right then and there, the watch on his wrist emits another flash of light and sends him off again.