Invasion part 1

William let out a slow breath as he allowed his energy to ebb, the blazing aura around him dimming until only the golden radiance of his standard Super Saiyan form remained. His body ached, the weight of prolonged battle gnawing at his stamina, but he remained steady, descending gracefully toward the vast blue planet below.

From his elevated vantage point, he witnessed a titanic clash unfolding beneath him, Power Girl and Superman locked in ferocious combat. The air trembled with the force of their blows, shockwaves rippling outward like thunderclaps in a storm.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Each strike sent concussive blasts rolling through the sky. Power Girl's eyes blazed with fierce determination as she twisted into a devastating right hook, her fist colliding with Superman's jaw in an impact that sent ripples through the atmosphere. But the Man of Steel was unshaken. In rapid succession, he retaliated in a blur of movement, one, two, three crushing blows. His fists became streaks of light, each strike finding its mark with bone-rattling precision. The sheer ferocity of their battle left even the distant onlookers breathless, watching in awe as the Titans waged their war among the heavens.

Batman was on the ground, engaged in a fierce fight with Robin, wearing a suit of his design created by Cyborg. The two exchanged punch after punch, each testing the strength of the other's gear before getting serious. Suddenly, Batman launched a smoke pellet toward Robin. Taking the initiative, Robin closed the distance with a sliding kick, but Batman anticipated the move and leaped into the air, landing behind him. 

"Whoosh!" Robin exclaimed as he realized his attack had been missed. "Getting predictable, old man!" he snapped at the surprised Batman.

"Indeed, you have grown," Batman replied, "but whether that growth is for the good is still in question." This retort ignited a flare of rage in Robin's chest before he charged at Batman.

"Whoosh!" Robin feinted with a swift left hook, his fist cutting through the air before he twisted into a spinning kick aimed at Batman's side. "Crack!" The impact met resistance as Batman's reinforced gauntlets intercepted the strike, his grip tightening like a vice around Robin's ankle.

Without hesitation, Batman yanked Robin toward him, disrupting his balance. Robin barely had time to react before a devastating punch slammed into his jaw. The force of the blow sent a sharp jolt through his skull, his vision blurring as the world tilted. His body went limp, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

Batman swiftly secured the bindings around his former student, ensuring there was no chance of escape. His gauntleted fingers tightened the last restraint when suddenly—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A barrage of energy blasts erupted from outside the base, shaking the foundation with violent tremors. The concussive force sent dust and debris cascading from the ceiling. Batman instinctively flipped backward, his cape snapping through the air as he narrowly avoided a scorching blast that vaporized the floor where he had just stood.

With unparalleled precision, he wove through the onslaught, using every ounce of his combat prowess. He vaulted over an overturned console, twisted mid-air to evade another blast, then landed in a crouch before rolling seamlessly into a sprint. His mind worked as quickly as his body, calculating angles, gauging the attacker's position, and plotting his next move.

The reinforced door leading outside was just ahead. He reached for a smoke pellet, but before he could deploy it—

BOOOOM!

An explosion obliterated the entrance, sending the heavy metal door hurtling toward him like a battering ram. Batman's reflexes kicked in, and without missing a beat, he dropped low, sliding just beneath the airborne wreckage. The searing heat from the blast grazed his cowl, but he emerged unscathed, already scanning for his unseen attacker.

The night beyond the ruined entrance loomed ominously, illuminated only by the flickering embers of destruction. Batman's jaw tightened. Whoever was out there had come prepared.

Batman looked toward the direction the blasts were coming from and saw Cyborg using his arm canon as a form of artillery each blast of blue plasma caused the ground around Cyborg to crack, "Cyborg cease your assault or I won't be responsible for what happens!" he yells to the young former titan.

Cyborg's human eye narrowed, a sharp glint of conflict flashing within it, while his cybernetic one flickered ominously, its red glow intensifying as it locked onto Batman. His mechanical limbs hummed with barely restrained power, servos whirring as he raised his pulsating arm cannon, the deadly hum of charging energy filling the air like a low, threatening growl.

"Surrender, Batman," Cyborg commanded, his voice a blend of cold steel and lingering hesitation. "I don't want to kill you… but I will." His words were firm, yet there was an undeniable weight behind them, the burden of a former ally forced into a bitter confrontation.

The cannon in his arm expanded, mechanical plates shifting as a mass of molten plasma swirled within the chamber, casting a sinister glow across the dimly lit battlefield. The heat from the energy buildup distorted the air around it, the very atmosphere crackling with the promise of destruction.

Batman, standing in the shadows, remained motionless, his cape shifting slightly in the breeze, an immovable force against the impending storm. His expression remained unreadable beneath the cowl, but his voice, when it came, was edged with biting disdain.

"It's a shame," Batman said, his tone cutting like a knife through the charged silence. "I always thought you were intelligent, Cyborg." He took a deliberate step forward, unfazed by the weapon aimed at him. "But I guess even smart people can be incredibly stupid."

The words struck like a hammer, their weight far heavier than any physical blow. Cyborg's fingers twitched around the cannon's trigger. Was it anger? Frustration? Or something else entirely? A flicker of uncertainty danced across his human eye, but the red glow of his cybernetic one only burned brighter, a sign of systems overriding hesitation with cold, calculated precision.

The battlefield seemed to hold its breath. A single wrong move, a fraction of a second's hesitation, and the night would erupt in fire and fury.

"BOOM!"

A deafening explosion rips through the sky as a fiery streak hurtles toward the earth. Power Girl, her once-pristine suit now in tatters, plummets like a meteor, her body limp, trailing wisps of smoke. The sheer force of her descent sends shockwaves rippling through the atmosphere, her impact site drawing ever closer with terrifying speed.

Cyborg's sensors blare warnings as he instinctively propels himself backward, barely escaping the devastation about to unfold. Batman, ever the strategist, swiftly ducks behind a crumbling wall of debris, his cape billowing from the force of the incoming shockwave.

"BOOM!"

The moment of impact is cataclysmic. A thunderous explosion erupts, the ground splitting open as jagged chunks of earth are violently expelled in all directions. A suffocating cloud of dust engulfs the battlefield, obscuring vision as a deep crater forms at the epicenter.

And there, at its heart, lies Kara. Her body is motionless, sprawled within the scorched pit, her skin marred with burns and bruises. Strands of golden hair cling to her bloodied face, her chest rising and falling in shallow, labored breaths. A warrior undone, yet still alive, if only barely.

"BOOM!"

Superman flew down quickly and landed hard alongside the crater, his once pristine suit now marred with cuts, burns, and blood!

"Kara... you, of all people, should understand the reasoning behind my actions. How dare you defy me?" Superman's voice, a guttural growl of fury, reverberated through the air, crackling with the weight of his words. His face contorted with rage, his eyes glowing a deep, searing crimson, like two molten orbs ready to consume everything in their path. The very atmosphere around him seemed to shimmer and distort, as if the air itself was reacting to the power bubbling within him.

His fists clenched, and in an instant, a torrent of heat surged from his eyes, bathing the space around Power Girl in a blinding crimson light. The beams, pure and unrelenting, cut through the air with an eerie hum, their intensity boiling the surrounding earth as they streaked toward their target.

Power Girl, battered and helpless, could do little more than shield her eyes from the blinding light. Her body, weakened by the assault, trembled beneath the weight of Superman's wrath. She had no chance of evading the oncoming lasers. She braced herself, expecting the worst.

But just as the beams were about to make contact, a wave of vibrant energy surged from the depths of the crater. The very fabric of the air seemed to ripple as a massive wall of Willpower took shape before her, a shimmering construct of pure, untamed energy. The will manifested in the form of a perfect, translucent mirror. It gleamed with the intensity of a thousand unspoken thoughts and emotions, its surface reflecting the unrelenting fury Superman had unleashed.

With a violent pulse, the mirror shifted, redirecting the deadly beams back at their origin with tremendous force. The crimson lasers collided with the mirror's surface and, in a brilliant burst of light, were sent hurtling back toward the Man of Steel. The shockwave tore through the air, sending a deafening crack of thunder across the barren landscape.

Superman's expression twisted into one of shock and disbelief as the redirected lasers slammed into him, sending his body careening through the air. His form was thrown backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the distant edge of the crater with a thunderous impact. The earth trembled beneath the weight of his fall, and the force of the collision sent debris scattering in all directions, some of it vaporized in the wake of his collision.

For a moment, all was still. The smoke and dust hung in the air, masking the fate of the once invincible Superman. But the reflection of the mirror, still shimmering in the air, stood as a testament to the power of will that had defied the impossible.

"How about you fight someone your size!" a voice arose from the sky as William descended in a golden glow his aura pulsating with raw fury at the sight before him.

William hovered in the air, his silhouette outlined by the burning sky above. His emerald eyes, ablaze with raw power, bore into the fallen hero below, radiating an intensity that could melt steel. His expression was one of absolute resolve, a silent condemnation of the man who once stood as Earth's greatest protector.

Raising his hand, a sharp WENG! Cut through the battlefield—the telltale shriek of ki condensed to an almost unbearable density. A brilliant blue orb, crackling with untamed energy, materialized above his palm, its glow so intense it cast deep shadows over his hardened features.

"KAME..."

The very air around him trembled as if reality itself recoiled from the sheer force being summoned. The ground beneath cracked and fractured, the pressure alone creating small, levitating rocks that disintegrated from the heat. The sky darkened unnaturally, swirling with unseen forces drawn to the growing sphere of destruction.

"HAME..."

Emerald lightning erupted in wild, jagged arcs, lashing out like the furious tendrils of an untamed storm. Each bolt danced along the edges of the sphere, warping and twisting the space around it, causing distortions like heatwaves in the fabric of the world. Within the orb, a chaotic tempest roared—a storm of raw ki swirling violently, barely contained. The sheer energy output sent waves rippling through the atmosphere, creating an oppressive force that pressed down on everything below.

Superman, standing defiantly despite his injuries, narrowed his glowing crimson eyes, bracing himself. The force being gathered above him was unlike anything he had ever felt before. His red cape, torn and singed, billowed behind him as he dug his heels into the cracked earth, fists clenched in preparation for what was to come.

"HA!!"

William's roar split the heavens as he thrust his hand forward.

In that instant, the world seemed to shatter.

A deafening explosion of sound and force erupted outward, sending shockwaves in all directions. The moment the blast was unleashed, the very air was ripped apart, leaving behind a vacuum in its wake. The ground beneath quaked violently, fissures spreading like spiderwebs as the unleashed energy scorched the battlefield.

The Kamehameha beam, no longer just a mere attack but a force of nature, surged forth with unstoppable momentum. The core of the blast was an incandescent blue, but within it, emerald lightning crackled chaotically, twisting and writhing like a living thing. A residual shockwave of raw kinetic energy spread outward, toppling what little structures still stood in the area, reducing them to rubble.

Superman barely had a moment to react before the wave of destruction was upon him.

The air screamed as the beam closed in.

"BOOM!"

The air trembled as a massive beam of energy erupted forward, its sheer force sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. The crackling energy slammed into Superman's chest with an earth-shattering impact, the sheer pressure forcing him backward. His boots carved deep trenches into the ground as he struggled against the onslaught, his muscles tensed like steel cables, but the relentless blast showed no mercy.

The ground beneath him cracked and caved, massive chunks of debris sent flying in all directions as he was driven deeper into the earth. Dust and fire spewed into the sky, engulfing the battlefield in chaos. Yet, even as his heels dug in, even as he gritted his teeth and planted his arms forward in defiance, the overwhelming power was too much.

Suddenly, without warning, the beam's trajectory shifted. The concentrated energy, still hammering against his body, jerked upward at a sharp angle, wrenching him from the shattered earth and hurling him skyward like a helpless meteor. Superman's cape whipped violently in the wind as he spiraled uncontrollably, his form outlined against the blazing light.

His furious roar echoed across the heavens, but he was an unwilling passenger now, dragged against his will toward the sky, his body caught in the merciless grip of an attack that refused to let him go. The atmosphere around him burned with friction, the air igniting in his wake as the beam carried him higher and higher, its power unwavering.

A surge of unyielding determination flared within Superman's chest, his crimson cape billowing behind him as he clenched his jaw. With a mighty roar, he thrust out his hands, grasping the searing mass of ki hurtling toward him. The instant his fingers made contact, an unbearable heat licked at his skin, sending tendrils of smoke spiraling from his burning palms. The raw energy crackled and shrieked in defiance, scorching his flesh with an intensity even he found agonizing. Yet, he refused to yield. Muscles strained like steel cables beneath his suit, his arms trembling as he fought against the sheer force pressing against him.

Gritting his teeth, Superman let out a guttural growl, pushing back against the blazing sphere. It pulsed violently, threatening to consume him, but he anchored himself, his boots digging into the void of space as if defying physics itself. The sheer weight of the energy bore down on him, pressing his body backward, closer and closer to an unseen threat.

Behind him, the shattered remnants of the moon drifted silently, massive fragments of rock, debris, and dust tumbling through the void like celestial harbingers of doom. Their jagged edges gleamed under the distant sun, moving with deceptive slowness, yet carrying enough force to shatter mountains. Superman, blinded by his battle against the relentless energy, remained unaware of their approach.

The largest fragment, a monolithic slab of lunar stone, loomed ever closer, its shadow stretching over the battlefield. The vacuum of space carried no warning sounds, no rumbling herald of its arrival, only the silent inevitability of collision. And still, Superman fought, his fingers digging into the ki sphere, his body ablaze with effort, completely oblivious to the devastation barreling toward him from behind.