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Hellfire's smirk faded as the Destructors drove around them, leaving them in the dust. "Americans..." Hellfire grumbled, "Can't even give a wounded mate a lift!" Banarang said nothing, and sank back into the ground, leaving a patch of churned sort in his wake. The fire Epic clenched his jaw and formed a seat of solid flames beneath him. Sitting down, he set two wheels of flame rolling, and set off down the cracked road.

And he possibly didn't know his weakness. Remember how he was insistent that there wasn't a pattern behind weaknesses? He wouldn't lie, I don't think, so he must have believed that there was no link. If your greatest fear just happened to be your only weakness, would you really not guess that? I think he doesn't know, because he never used his powers.

I respect the Metal a bit after that Mary post. Almost makes me feel bad for plotting his murder

It also seems a bit creepy. Sure he is a planner and a control freak- but not an obsessively narcicistic control freak who would base his entire life over controlling himself and others, enough to choose a career path based on it. and if losing control is his weakness, how would it manifest? why hasn't it so far? losing control over himself lead him deeper into his powers.

that is true. Perhaps there is a generator or something that is enough to provide limited power, for the television, or maybe the entire television network relies on an Epic who facilitates it.

Does it? the bar could always have been lit with candles/fires.

And we have too many Epics damnit The Metal is now Patrick Warburton in my head

Skin cancer seems like a good culprit. Its also possible he was immune to it returning/continuing due to his intangibility, but I don't think that likely.

Done neither combatant would be able to hear the commentators in this arena so commentary was probably happening, even if i didn't mention it.

"Excuse me, mistress." Lady Deathskull heard a timid voice to her left, and she could only assume that it was addressing her. Turning, Deathskull saw a young man, still a teenager, bowing to her. "Soulcaster would like you to know that you and Hollowman will be the next combatants. There has been a problem with Substance's opponent. You have ten minutes to prepare yourself before we are transported to the next arena." Deathskull grinned widely, and waved the servant away with a thanks. A mere ten minutes! This was so exciting! It had been too long since she had had a good fight, a thrilling contest! Bullying humans had its place, but nothing could compete with the supernatural battle of superhumans. Her ten minutes passed, and everything faded. It was time. ................................................. Lady Deathskull opened her eyes. She was in the middle of a ruined city. Piles of rubble and debris littered the streets, and the buildings, some appearing quite historic, were in severe disrepair. Some of the damage looked like it was caused by years of neglect, but scorch marks, scattered craters and a car on top of a roof indicated that Epics had been here. Vegetation had begun to regrow as well, taking back the city for nature. In some places, vines grew up walls, grass grew feet high, and bushes covered the side walks. Deathskull didn't recognise the city, but it was probably an American one anyway. She looked around for her opponent. Where was he? And where was the crowd? Surely the crowd was supposed to be watching? Unbeknownst to Deathskull, the crowd was indeed watching. Invisible, intangible, completely undetectable in stands on the edges of the simulated dream-arena. Lady Deathskull dismissed thoughts of the crowd, focusing on her opponent. She rose into the air, slowly levitating, her cape flapping in the wind. Rising above the buildings, she scanned the terrain with her eyes, leering skull-helmet moving with her. She wondered aloud to herself, "Where on earth could he-" Suddenly a blast of yellow-white energy from somewhere below flashed in her peripheral, burning the air as it missed her by mere inches. Gasping in shock, she pivoted and rotated herself to see where it came from. But she couldn't see anyone. "How fast is this cretin?" She hissed, hovering away in a slow zig-zag position, watching for another blast. She did not have to wait long, with a flash of movement to her right. She turned just in time to see a tall, thin, black-clad man throw a blast of energy at her. She grinned and raised her hand, and her gauntlet morphed into a shield. The energy blast hit the shield, leaving a melted hole in the centre. Without thinking, she instinctively reformed the metal into a gauntlet and brought it back to her hand. "AAAAGH!" Deathskull screamed as the super-hot metal burned her hand, and she threw it away as fast as she could. She heard laughter below, and she turned blazing eyes to the ground. "You DARE laugh at ME! Time to crush you, little bug!" Swooping down, Deathskull picked up a wrecked car from nearby and willed it closer to her, suspended in mid-air. But Hollowman was nowhere to be found. "Where ARE you?" She hissed, eyes darting around, vision restricted by her helmet. "Right.... behind you!" Deathskull heard a mocking voice from behind her, and she spun, flinging the car towards the sound. She completed her turn in time to see the car knocked out of the way by a blast of energy. There Hollowman stood- short, curly brown hair, a sharp, angular face and the eyes of an Epic. Arrogant and cruel. With a smirk, he disappeared. Deathskull roared in anger, and flung the car at the place where he had been standing, sending it through a broken store window. "He is either a teleporter, or can turn invisible...". Suddenly another energy blast came for her from the side, Hollowman visible for a second before he vanished once more. Blocking the attack with some nearby debris, Deathskull wrenched a street lamp out of the ground and swung it like a baseball bat towards the place she had last seen the Epic. Apparently her attack was ineffective, because seconds later Hollowman appeared again, throwing another energy blast at her. This one she barely caught with more debris. She swung the street lamp too slow once more, raking across the side of a building and apparently missing the Epic. Silence fell. Deathskull froze, trying to hear a sound, any sound, that would indicate where he was. "Surely even if he is invisible, he will make noise when he moves?" But she heard nothing. "Maybe he-" Hollowman appeared right in front of her, and she started in shock as he threw a blast of pure power into her chest at point blank range. Her chest plate melted, turning into a running pile of slag that burned into her flesh. She screamed, her screams echoing in her helmet. The agony was unlike anything she had ever encountered. Hollowman smirked and chuckled. "Not so tough now, are you, miss skull-face? How about you kneel, and acknowledge your defeat?" In too much pain to even think, she could hardly manipulate her suit into responding if she had wanted to. Hollowman's expression became vicious, and he snarled, "KNEEL!" When she did nothing, he threw blasts of energy at her legs, and the suit collapsed, taking her with it. Hollowman chuckled, and raised a hand above her face. "Time to end this little contest, my dear. I had fun though, especially the part where-" The Epic never finished that sentence, as a street light whipped around and smashed him into a building. Bending every ounce of will she had, Deathskull threw several nearby cars at the place where he should have landed, unable to see where they went but hearing the mighty crash. Her will was spent, and the pain overwhelmed her as she fell into unconsciousness

Oh dear ill just post it then. Winter can always do an Olivia post where he commentates the fight in retrospect if he likes.

1) like others have said, they might be regenerating gifter Epics that heal with gifting. 2) that is likely what people would have assumed. Most people hadn't heard of him before he took over Chicago and destroyed the bank. But yeah, he probably spread rumours, but really covertly. 3) i think it was part of the deal- Nightwielder works for him, becomes his right-hand Epic, and in return Steelheart lets him shroud the city in darkness.

I've finished the fight, just waiting on Winter to add his commentary.

No offense to Jim Butcher (even though he was literally copied for Obliteration XD ) i always pictured Oblit as thin. Butcher is a tad on the chunky side. Jim Caveizel? Ooooh, now THAT is an Obliteration I can get behind!

Yeah, despite how long it takes to do anything, things get done anyway at a consistent rate it is good.

I won't be able to get the Salem battle up for another few days, I want the time and the clarity to do it justice.

yeah England bombed their capital for a bit and they surrendered

coolness

sorry about that! Metronome 6 Soulcaster 9 Bone 9 Savannah 8 Brighthead 3 Inhuman 18 Deathskull 10 Substqnce 12

Or how about Rob Schenider? Movie announcer voice: Rob Schneider was a somewhat funny comedic actor, who seemed like he had it all. Until one day, he got granted superpowers by an evil red star! Rob Schneider is.... an Epic! And he's about to find out that being an Epic.... is not as epic as it seems! Rated PG-13.

Ok, so did you want to do the Substance fight yourself, or let me go first? I'm fine with either

Hellfire/Banarang post up. TLDR: Hellfire gets owned again.

Hellfire looked around as the portal closed behind him and Banarang, knowing that a small one would be opened to allow a servant to watch for their return. Abandoned and ruined buildings surrounded him, vegetation already reclaiming the town. He couldn't see the building that they had been staying in, but a quick flight would get him there. "Banarang can walk", he thought grumpily. The earth Epic was kneeling a few feet away, a hand pressed into the dirt. His eyes were closed, and he breathed deeply and evenly. Hellfire sniffed in derision. "Enough messing around, Banger! We need to find those gun-toting rednecks. I will show you to the hotel-" "Are they in vehicles?" The High Epic asked, his eyes remaining shut and his head bowed. Hellfire frowned. "Well, yes, they have some tanks or something. Why?" Banarang's eyes opened. "They are not in a hotel. They are on the move, not far in that direction. Their wheels are like thunder bolts in my head, like an avalanche." He pointed, and continued, "Fly that way, and you will find them. I won't be far behind." With a gesture, Banarang sank into the ground, disappearing completely. Hellfire growled, and took off into the sky, muttering racist obscenities and travelling in the direction Banarang had indicated. Soon, he saw the Destructor's convoy, and landed in front of them. Banarang, true to his word, rose out of the ground next to the fire Epic. "Boys," Hellfire shouted, as the convoy halted. "Meet Banger, my earth Epic." Banarang frowned for the smallest second. "My name is Banarang-Bamal. Pleased to meet you."

That WHOOC! XD hahahaha too funny @Comatose: gasp! Plot twist!

Ah, fair enough. Actually i do remember it being night, now that i think.