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It's not easy, being green. (Myketra)


What had begun as an almost mundane attack on Gotham City's park by Poison Ivy's minions had grown into a nightmare that seemed poised to threaten the entire city. A potent force of them had simply sprouted up in the center of the park. The civilians had been evacuated and strike force of local heroes sent in to contain the situation.

It was a disaster. They took their precautions against Ivy's poisonous spores and some had faced everything from Mr. Freeze's ice-spewing armor to Killer Croc's savage fury, but these latest creations of Ivy's were far beyond her usual fare. The instant the heroes had advanced too deeply into the park to flee, the plant-creatures had pounced upon them with superhuman speed, and shrugged off even the mightiest and most desperate blows Gotham's champions could muster. The strength in each of the animated vines and clawed green arms was similarly overwhelming. There was no chance for the heroes to adapt, much less fall back. Their breathers were ripped off and their lungs filled with Ivy's hypnotic spores.

The park was rapidly and nosily quarantined by the Gotham PD, for what good it would have done them if the horde chose to invade the heart of Gotham itself. Fortunately, the army of walking plants seemed content to claim only the park...for now.

“Oracle, I've encountered Silhouette. No sign of the others just yet,” Jaeger reported through the comm device embedded in his ear even as he deflected a burst of tranquilizer-tipped darts fired from the hero's custom-built pistol. One of the newer but still quite promising heroes, the Silhouette's costume included a detective's longcoat, fedora, and gas-mask like covering around their face. The last of which had been breached around the eye. His combination of training, peek condition, and gadgetry had made the hero quite the force to be reckoned with in gotham's streets.

Unfortunately for Ivy, the fact that the man hadn't equipped himself for a super-powered slug fest wasn't working to her advantage anymore. Another barrage of darts that could have easily dropped an entire gang of burly men in a confined alleyway was merely deflected by Jaeger's superhumanly swift and masterfully executed swordsmanship.

The Silhouette's hands would have been a blur to most as he reloaded, but to the Ysherian-bred human it was a massive opening. Jaeger surged forward, halting right in front of the hypnotized hero to arrest his own momentum and then struck the Silhouette with a pommel-strike to his gut. The man stumbled back, gasping, but one of the tentacles sprouting from Jaeger's back whipped across his face before he could even try to recover.

“He's down,” The young man reported even as his silver eyes swept across his surroundings. It wasn't just the plant-monsters that had sprouted in the park. What was once a clear, clean space was starting to more closely resemble a jungle. Even so he could hear the movement in the distance. “But I think I just lost the element of surprise.”

“Got it. I'm having hard time finding backup to send you on such short notice. I'm still not even sure who managed to get out of there and who else Ivy has waiting for you deeper in. Just...be careful, alright? I don't want to lose anyone else, but whatever she's growing in the middle of all that can't be good if she's keeping all of those...things this close to it.”

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The news channels were all talking about it. Mayhem. Destruction. Wildlife. Everyone was talking about Poison Ivy.

Having left her room behind in East Burnley for a more secluded workspace and some time alone. Her massive TV screen took up one entire wall. It blocked out the window of this office. And it was perfect. The plantlike minions were stronger and faster than usual. And a band of heroes had succumbed to the hypnotic spores, answering the call of Poison Ivy. What a day...

The lithe form rose with a cloak of soft satin. The white material almost see-through, yet not. A teasing gesture at her perfect form. Yet the rest of her was covered in tight pants and a tight top. An outfit perfect for combat, for fast and flexible movement. Her face covered by a low hood. And she stalked out of the apartment.

She passed a row of more monitors. Metropolis, Gotham, New York, Los Angeles, Tokyo, London, and another darker place... The Hall of Doom.
Specifically the cameras in Gotham were sweeping the streets all about the park. And the model of a woman left the building with multiple locks on the front door. And a switch that activated her laser defense system. She had implemented technology that she knew no one else possessed. For it was her own. Kinetic Energy Technology.

Half an hour later she stood on one side of the park. She was across the street and she eyed the quickly growing jungle like something out of Jumanji. And she smirked. Glittering along her legs and arms, though beneath her pretty cloak were various blades of shape and size. She even had a long machete strapped to her back. And she pulled her extremely reflective shades down to reveal her unique orbs of white light.

Becoming a blur she launched herself into the thickly growing foliage. Two of those plant creatures came to smash her between them. And oh how she jumped and spun into the air. Daggers flying in both directions. Vines and other sharp projectiles went crashing down and the plants wiggled with pain. She landed on one creature and slashed once, twice, and then thrice before she back flipped from two large vines swinging her way. She landed on the adjacent plant creature and slashed and slid and slashed again. Then she sheathed her huge Bowie and withdrew the machete and she jumped into the air and came straight down, blade aimed.

She smashed through the thing and found herself inside with chlorophyll juice gushing her person. She began hacking madly with her beautifully perfect blade. When she exited the thing, the second plant creature was hesitating. And the disgusting fact that it was hedging made Myketra sick. She scowled now, her usually perfect metal face now a mask of hatred and fury. Her eyes would flash and she would charge.

The creature attacked with flailing vines. Thick ones. And Myketra slashed at them to keep them at bay. She jumped and dodged some stronger attacks and came up with more flying daggers. Then wam! she took a hit and flew back into an old column. It cracked and crumbled beneath her as she had increased her weight to slow her movement. Her heels digging into the loosened dirt.

Enough was enough. A ball of purple light would shoot back across the distance and through the rising smoke. And the creature would fly back itself. A wail of sorts escaping it. The thing was smoking slightly as it tried to catch it's bearing. And Myketra was diving from up high like a living bullet. She would body check the creature, even with it being thrice her size. And her hands would let forth a stream of orange flames. They quickly turned red and then blue. And the plant thing wailed again, it's body catching fire and it's life force failing.

Myketra strode away from the burning corpse. Her shades were back on. Her machete in her hand at the ready. And her purple hair had fallen loose from it's tight bun. Waving in the burning night air. She saw them then, more creatures and heroes converted. They saw her as well. Only she continued to approach them.

Poison Ivy... I've come to set some rules...

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Two of Ivy's hulking monstrosities lunged out from the cover of the forest with speed and agility that was belied by their size. Unfortunately for them, the noise they made pushing through the same tangle of plant life that concealed them was not. Jaeger was ready and waiting the moment they came into sight.

The first bellowed in a distinctly minimalistic way as it raised a broad arm ending in razor-sharp claws high into the air. The Ysherian thrust his sword up into the center of the descending limb and sprang to the side when its comrade tried to flank him. The six tendrils sprouting from Jaeger's blade grew blades and thrust all at once into the struggling monster as the hero thrust his blade forth again. Now his sword was driven through its arm and chest alike. Sickly green fluid began to spill from the creature like seven tiny rivers.

“They aren't sentient, Oracle,”

“What?”

Even as its life and strength faded, the impaled creature struggled desperately to hold Jaeger in place by his own blade while its comrade bounded around its hefty bulk. The second howled surged forward with poison-tipped claws to skewer him. The Ysherian grunted as he struggled and the tendrils of his living armor painfully ripped out of the dying beast with a spray of green fluid. All at once did they thrust into the charging beast, but still it leaped forward, determined to at least cripple the hero for its siblings and mistress to deal with at their leisure.

At the last instant Jaeger ripped his sword free and ducked beneath the grasping talons while thrusting the blade up into the creature's heart in a single exquisitely fluid movement. The hope of adding yet another hero to Poison Ivy's entourage died with a twist of the Ysherian's weapon and the small flood of chlorophyl that fell from the wound.

It was too close a call for comfort. Jaeger was a relative glass canon only by the lofty standards of the Earth's mightiest heroes. But this park was Poison Ivy's domain. One breach in his living armor held open before Weaver could seal it and he risked being the minion of the world's foremost eco-terrorist. Or killed, if Ivy decided the Void Entity he was partnered with simply wasn't worth the trouble.

“They're not sentient. Weaver's psychic abilities require extended physical contact to have any real effect, but we can usually tell whether or not we're fighting a mindless weapon or not after the first stab.”

“Oh. Well that's...good.”

Jaeger frowned beneath his helmet even as he advanced deeper into the makeshift jungle. “I just wanted to let you know that I wasn't planning on cutting through dozens of sentient beings to fix this. I did promise to respect Earth and the Justice League's laws when I first arrived to this planet.”

Oracle's chuckle was strained but sincere. “Right. Thanks, Jaeger, but some of us are a little more understanding when killer plants meant to eat everyone in Gotham are involved.”

“Hrm...wait, I heard something.” The sound of Myktera's own struggle echoed through the trees. The falls of the pillar, the roar of the flames, and of course the heavy footfalls of the floronic horde backed by the converted heroes as they caught sight of the beautiful but plainly lethal war machine.

“Oracle, you said you were still working on getting back up ready...?”

“Yes. Why? Are you alright, Jaeger?”

“I am, but there is someone-” Just as the young hero emerged, his blade and tendrils both raised to either assist Myketra or ward off any attacks the ground beneath them began to quake. The sound of wood cracking and splintering was carried even through the tense jungle. Something was stirring in the center of all this. Something massive. And the minions of Poison Ivy seemed intent on holding their ground, more concerned with defending the...whatever it was than trying to add even these formidable foes to their mistress's arsenal yet.

“Agh...Oracle?”

“On it.”

While Barbara tried to penetrate the canopy of trees with every scan in her own arsenal, Jaeger approached Myketra with one hand raised as a gesture of good will.

“Please identify yourself. I don't know why you're here or why you're fighting Poison Ivy, but we-,” The Ysherian would have halted if Myketra deemed to give him a decent look at her features even through the shadows and the foliage. It had been quite awhile since they spoke and the occasion was nowhere near at memorable as this, but Myketra had a way of making lasting impressions upon people.



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A communication was already being sent via cyberspace frequencies. The signature was that of Calculator and Myk rolled her eyes behind her silver shades as she heard his prerecorded message play inside her cranium.

"Hey. Think you're in hero land there missy... Oracle is scanning the scene. Just so you know."

Myketra didn't care. She quickly built up multiple firewalls and other defensive programs and had Calculator scrambling to locate her again himself. Then she satisfactorily jammed her own internal signals. She liked keeping herself invisible. And then she heard leaves and grass crunching.

She turned to the demands to identify herself and smiled amiably to Jaeger as she instantly recognized him. And her smooth voice still held that dual aspect, metallic and yet melodic.

"Hello again. I saw the news and I couldn't believe that Poison Ivy would try something so bold. So I figured I should help, especially since my apartment isn't too far and well yeah." She shrugged innocently.

"Mind having some--" She felt it too. The ground was shivering and shaking. The vibrations became something her sensors pinpointed and began analyzing for helpful calculations. "Hm... Sounds like trouble." She finished instead. Her face sweeping the scene and taking in the standing heroes and the hulking plant abominations around the area.

She had other hidden cameras within her cranium and she found herself inspecting Jaeger. She hadn't seen him in quite some time. He was alien enough to be interesting. Yet human enough to be appealing. And further, there was the swirling of shadow like tentacles that seemed a part of him. A symbiotic relationship? She felt the sensation to shiver and smirked instead. She wasn't susceptible to those types of reactions any longer.

"Seems to me that someone couldn't get any mayoral votes and is having a little tantrum. Shall we remove these weeds as an act of good community service?"

She didn't get to smile long as a line of thorn like projectiles came her way. And she was ducking and dodging and acrobatically putting her weight onto her hands and then pushing herself up and back onto her feet. Each move bringing her out of reach of one of the massive wooden missiles. Then she was down on one knee and turning her hips at a perfect angle. And boom! another orb of purple light went zooming from her arm and hand across the way to slam the huge golem like plant thing in retaliation. It moaned and dropped to one large knee of it's own.

Then another of those things stepped forward with a barrage of those briary things. And Myketra swung her machete expertly to deflect one and then cartwheeled backwards while also kicking another one straight up and vertical into the darkening overhead. Then she became a blur as she slashed viciously at the rest and they fell around her. Boom! boom! She fired two more purple orbs of fiery magic.

The second creature fell down with a smoking hole inside it. Dark flames began to consume it.

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Jaeger found himself smiling slightly under his helmet in spite of himself. There were plenty of uncomfortable mysteries surrounding his mysterious friend. Her association with Beastia, her presence here, the fact that she was a literal killing machine of the highest caliber without ties to any heroic organization he was aware of...but all of that was swept away to the darkest recesses of Jaeger's mind as her melodious voice assured him she was here to help.

“There are certainly worse reasons to-” The ground shaking beneath them cut the Ysherian off just as it had Myktera. He swiveled to face the force of monstrosities that stood between them and whatever was, puns aside, at the root of all this. The young hero couldn't see any of his converted comrades among their ranks. Either Gotham's heroes were living up to their reputations as some of the most ingenious and talented covert operatives on the planet...or Poison Ivy had pulled them back for some sinister purpose. It was hard to say which possibility was more unnerving.

“Happily,” Though Jaeger's expression was hidden beneath his helmet, his tone left little about about the grin forming beneath it. A second sword formed in his free hand as Ivy's minions discharged their barrage of over-sized thorns and tendril-like vines. Jaeger catapulted himself forward, directly into the center of the small army. His twin blades and the tentacles sprouting from his living armor hacked and slashed too quickly for most eyes to even perceive. The thorns were deflected, the vines slashed to pieces, and the hero's charge was not slowed for even a micro-instant.

Ivy's minions were completely outmatched by the two. They possessed enough strength and speed to pose some threat and require an expenditure of effort to cut down, but they may well have been literally born yesterday. There was no technique in their savage swings, and scarcely an instinctive sense of how to cooperate between them. These monstrosities were able to overpower a force of Gotham's heroes when they held the advantage of greater raw power and surprise as their enemies had equipped themselves to save innocents and hack through animated foliage rather than kill super-soldiers. Now Ivy's creatures possessed neither.

Jaeger stabbed another of the creatures though its heart and back-flipped into the air, landing neatly on the extended limb of a second that tried to impale him from behind. A mass of thorny tendrils lunged at the Ysherian from every angle, but were met and sliced by Weaver's own tentacles while the man himself thrust one of his blade back into the skull of his attacker. The monstrosity groaned and fell to the side, its green fluids staining the ground beneath it.

The bulk of his attention was occupied by the battle at hand, of course, but the eye-lights scattered across his living armor allowed Jaeger to be aware of Myketra's movements and strikes as well. It was the first time he had ever seen the machine-woman in combat, and it was a spectacle he doubted he could ever grow tired of seeing. She was like a dagger forged from the finest crystal found in the depths of the Ysherian homeworld. Elegant, beautiful...but above all: deadly.

And magical too, if nothing was done to conceal the true nature of the purple orbs she hurled about. As someone who had been born and raised in a land positively saturated in magic, who now wore a magic-consuming apex predator and had been trained accordingly, that would have been yet another mystery about the enigmatic Myketra for him to ponder.

“Splended work,” Jaeger nodded at the hooded woman as he flicked the last of the chlorophyl from his own blades. “Not that I was expecting anything less. Shall we?”

There was nothing standing between them and the center of the park now. Whether the rest of Poison Ivy's creatures had learned their lesson or simply been recalled as part of the villainess's strategy, none dared risk the attention of Myketra's and Jaeger's arsenals a second time.

Before them was a clearing of sorts. Trees ringed it, their limbs extending and intertwining enough that peering into it from a satellite would have been nigh impossible. In the center of it all sat poison ivy on a throne of vines and brambles that moved according to her every whim to leave her, and only her, free from being pierced.

“You're too late,” Her voice was a smooth and soothing as silk, yet the way her emerald lips curled upward was anything but comforting. As Poison Ivy crossed her legs upon her throne, the ground shook again. Harder.

There was a small army of the plant-creatures between her and the duo. Nowhere near enough to beat them...but plenty to buy the precious few seconds Poison Ivy needed.

The earth beneath Jaeger and Myketra began to rip and tear beneath their very feet. Poison Ivy's joyful laughter filled the air even over the horrible noise as her largest creation yet tore itself out of the planet's womb. Root-like tendrils easily the width of a city bus burst from the ground, kicking up enough dirt to easily blind most, and twisted in the air above Myketra and Jaeger. Something vast and vaguely wooden stirred where Poison Ivy had once sat. A creature that could easily rival all but the tallest of Gotham's buildings in sheer size and height.



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In the midst of combat, Myketra was doing many things at once. Though the bulk of her attention was on destroying the terrible floral-monsters. She couldn't help but scan and analyze and measure the trajectory of debris that she and Jaeger caused. She couldn't help but take a closer look at her current comrade. Ultimately she could only decide that he was too alien for her to understand. The living entity that made up his superior armor was indeed fascinating. She couldn't help herself from whispering a minor spell. Something to dampen the energy levels she no doubt was creating. Her timing had been perfect of course, waiting for the noise of battle to block her quiet words. And then she saw Jaeger engage with his amazing sword.

Not to be outdone she ran up the length of a tall and broad trunk and jumped across a far distance to land on the side of one of the hulking beasts. She crawled along it's form expertly and avoided getting swatted with a quick turn and an extended leg. Her hands gripped hard and her weight shot up to impossible levels. With a loud bing! of her strange metal, her foot kicked the massive arm away. And then she dropped her weight once more to avoid toppling the thing over. And she was crawling fast for the things neck.

The creature was too slow to stop her as she slipped a hand between the thick branches that made up the things neck. Her arm elongated and her hand became a spinning blade. Sparks flew and the thick vines and branches were cut away. More of the green juice came spilling out. And the thing was crashing down.

Then she was smiling coyly as she pulled her hair back inside her hood. "Indeed. Let's see what trouble our hostess has created for us." She said as she followed the alien warrior deeper into the center of the park.

Seeing the towering trees made her wonder what Ivy might think if Myk activated her own prize. And miles and miles above her, a state of the art satellite was poised at an angle that had it's unique laser rod aimed for her coordinates. With a single thought she could have most of the trees cleared away.

Then she saw her. The rival villainess had no reason to recognize Myketra as a fellow villain. Many still spoke of the betrayal Myketra had played against Lex Luthor. And even more whispered of the very real possibility that Myketra had done more than that to Lex... Many heard the rumors that Circe and the Joker still played along with Myketra and would not move against her. But Poison Ivy had not encountered Myketra in person before.

She shook her head as Poison Ivy was laughing and the world shook violently. And the largest of the plant like creatures was emerging with vines and limbs as long and possibly longer than your average bus. The creature was impossible by all her calculations. To think that such a thing was created in the ground just beneath her very own feet.

In the turmoil, Myketra aimed a silver needle like dart for Ivy's shoulder. A little present, though as the ground came crashing upward like a tidal wave of gravel and earth, even Myketra wasn't sure if her attack had proven successful.

It wouldn't matter in the end.

That's all Myketra could consider as the thorny minions charged her. Not only that, a single changed hero made a move against her too. That was when she knew her tactics had to change as well... She couldn't just kill the guy in such a state. Besides he wasn't her enemy for nothing. She would have to remain content with simply disabling him.

He was shooting an arrow at her mindlessly. Myketra waved a hand to push the metal shaft aside and didn't see the miniature explosive attached to it's arrowhead. And the small explosion would have been deadly to a skin and flesh type. Myketra only frowned as her vision went blurry for a nanosecond and then her sensors helped her see in another spectrum. She went running for the attacker.

She blocked one strike and then another before she kicked the hero in his kneecap and felt the bone shatter. The man went down and yet he still tried to stab her with a small Bowie. The metal scraped noisily and then shattered against her own metal shin. And Myketra sighed with frustration. And she spoke in her sweet voice. A command filled with magic.

"Sleep."

The man was out in seconds. Myketra hadn't stayed to watch though, expertly jumping and flipping to get close to Jaeger as the massive behemoth still rose from the ground. "What's your strategy? I will take your lead." She shouted enough to be heard as large stones and mounds of dirt kept falling.

Then she was flipping around and giving the man her back as she pulled out two short katanas and was deflecting what looked like large baseball sized pellets. And good thing too because those things were oozing with the hypnotic spores.

As the spore crazed thing began to fire again, Myketra took the opportunity and shot a net at it that would ignite the thing with a high voltage of electricity and hold it tightly in an awkward position.

The thought hit her then. Where were the other heroes?
Before she could ponder long though, Myk felt claustrophobic and it happened.

Picking an area where there were no heroes in sight and only plant life and shramble-like creatures. The K.E.A.S locked onto the area which was obvious by the blue ring of light that marked the area. And at full power the satellite fired.

Three prongs pulled and then released their pent-up power at one another. Where the energy collided together the power turned bright green and amplified with crackling intensity. The now unified beam went crashing down through the atmosphere and the blue ring turned green before the entire circle was filled with the vaporizing blast. Trees disappeared. Rocks disappeared. Dirt disappeared.

Moments later a wide area of the overgrowing forest was now flat hardened soil. Myk wondered if she made any damage against the lumbering creature that was now looming over them.

Her internal programs were already laying out different possible approaches to the situation.

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“We need to contain it. Keep it in the park,” Jaeger replied firmly. He combined his twin blades back into a single Weaver-forged construct and held the resulting sword tightly in both hands. “I'm not sure if this means Poison Ivy is willing to sacrifice her smaller 'children', but that creature isn't going to care about collateral damage once it sets foot in the city itself.”

The dust cloud surrounding the colossus was still thick, but sufficiently sharp eyes may have been able to make out its shape. Humanoid, but its upper body and arms were noticeably thicker and the beast seemed to walk on all fours. It was like a nightmarish ape with the monstrously thick roots acting to both extend its reach and add a more precise touch.

“I have an idea, but I'll need you to keep it busy for just a few moments.” Jaeger flourished his blade and charged forward into the obscuring dust and the shadows of the forest. The chaos of the battle as those minions of Poison Ivy's that still remained in the clearing was an effective cloak indeed.

Just as Jaeger had warned, Ivy's colossus began to advance toward the edge of the park. It was surprisingly quick for something its size, but not fast enough to escape the sights of the K.E.A.S. It was harder to tell which was louder, the roar of the laser or the agonized cry of its target. The latter was loud enough to send ripples of sound powerful enough to stir the surrounding trees like a moderately strong wind. The outer armor of the towering beast was as strong as it was thick, yet a sizable chunk along its back, near its shoulder, had been vaporized outright. And around that, small flames roared to life.

There was a black blur against the night sky, only barely visible as a handful of stars were obscured for the briefest of instants. Jaeger landed atop the gaping wound in the creature's armored hide and viciously began to thrust his blade and tendrils into it. The wood-flesh beneath was not like the armor, but it was mighty indeed. Enough to resist the Ysherian's efforts to pierce it as the seven blades he and his living armor wielded bored into it, but the struggle was a futile one. Green chlorophyl-blood began to spill freely from the cracks Jaeger etched into its shattering body. Each crack was a weak point within the massive weak point Myketra had created, which the young hero reflexively exploited to maximum effect.

The titan began to howl in pain and futily shook its body in the hopes of throwing Jaeger off, but it wasn't dying fast enough. Even through the pain of the Ysherian cutting an agonizing path to whatever its equivalent of organs were, the massive beast stumbled ever closer to the edge of the park. So, Jaeger began to kill it faster.

More and more of The Weaver in the Dark's body began to manifest. Vaster tentacles, great insectoid limbs, and a body that seemed ready to envelop Jaeger entirely. It was only a partial manifestation of an eldritch entity that could have rivaled the plant creature in size, but giving it an even larger target was not what Jaeger wanted to accomplish. His cry echoed through the clearing below as he thrust his sword as hard and deep into the titan's hide as his considerable strength allowed. When it sank up to the hilt, the bladed hammer that was one of Weaver's limbs thrust on top of it, sinking the blade and her limb deeper into the beast than ever before.

The colossus howled even more loudly than it had when the K.E.S.A targeted it, even halting in its path toward the city to struggle blindly. Its death seemed assure and yet, at the last moment, Jaeger and Weaver both seemed to freeze. One of the massive, thorn-covered tendrils immediately whipped towards the pair. Whatever defence the Ysherian and his Void Entity partner could have offered came too late as they were both sent flying back into the tree line near Myketra.

“It's...sentient. Grah...the entity is sentient...” Jaeger groaned, speaking into his communications device if Myketra herself was not at hand. Several of the massive thorns harmlessly skewered the organless Void Entity's body, but one had managed to partially pierce the lower right of Jaeger's torso. A potentially lethal wound to most, but to him it was “merely” painful and debilitating.

Two more of the titan's tentacles whipped through the air, snaking tightly around Jaeger's body to drag him back through the air towards the massive creature. The hero struggled viciously in spite of his wound. The thorns surrounding him needed the momentum of a massive swing to pierce his living armor, and Weaver began to detach small pieces of her form to allow the Ysherian-bred human to wiggle free. But would that be enough? The colossus began to open its gaping maw as if to swallow Jaeger whole.

“And for that, my dear,” Poison Ivy's voice echoed through the entire park. It emanated from and was magnified by the monstrosity towering above it all. Her tone was Firm and driven, yet for once not dripping in the same hateful venom that coated her lips. “A reward. You will pay with your life. Not your death...”



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Mayhem. That's how she had described it after seeing the terrible plot thickening on TV. Myketra liked Jaegers command. His role as leader was not in question, not in the slightest. When the K.E.A.S shot down it's heavenly fury it had been hard to tell what the outcome had been. But as the dust and debris lifted or became thin enough to see past. Myketra spotted the great wound that had been inflicted. She had to crouch down and increase her weight to avoid getting blown over by the gust of winds that the creatures cry of pain had created.

Destruction. A smile spread across her face as Jaeger became a nightmare in his own right. A magnificent thing to witness. A being of power and a personality that demanded attention. Seeing him rival the behemoth of plant-life and watching as he drove the creature to severe pain. Then, in a blink of an eye she watched Jaeger fly across the distance and land near to her. She heard his words and frowned.

Sentient? So does that mean I shouldn't engage it? She wondered... But only for a moment. The thing was a pawn of Poison Ivy. A beast that was rather nimble and quite dangerous. A weapon that was moving towards the city and the many lives that it contained.

Her voice would scream across the park as if projected by a bullhorn. "Hey you!"

She felt the trigger in her mind snap. And miles across the bay from the direction that the massive plant-animal was facing and clearly trying to go came a row of missiles. Powerful explosives from a nearby and necessarily hacked military base.

Before Jaeger was hauled back towards the creature Myketra had turned her attention to him lying not too far. And she saw the protruding items. She may not be a known heroine but she had helped heroes before. And this was a time that called for cooperation for sure. The energy came to her easily. Streaming forth first from her mind and then amplified by her core until her silver body glittered with sparkles of amethyst and the swirling ribbons of purple light. Those very ribbons danced and rippled through the open air to help mend Jaeger physically and strengthen his fortitude as well. She would have continued until he was completely healed but the moment was too short.

She watched him dragged away and carried upwards toward the towering enemy. She heard the words of Poison Ivy and she scowled openly. Her bullhorn activated again. "Shut the hell up!"

Three orbs of purple doom went flying away for the vine that held Jaeger. Within those orbs were flying razor sharp discs as well. Not just that, Myketra ran and jumped and activated her glider system. And like some super powered individual she was launched through the air. Her intention was to match the thick vine that held Jaeger and she hacked at the thing a few times before she would continue down.

She would apply the same technique again. Now closer to the beast and via multiple jumps and flips and some grapple lines and her expert climbing. She was making her way back to that massive hole her lovely creation had caused. Blue flames roared from one arm while red lightning arced from another. And she was a force to be reckoned with. She was on a mission. She was death. She was retribution. She was Myketra.

Wildlife. The flames that she had started were hungry, merciless flames that cared nothing for sides or opinions. They only cared about eating. About satisfying their undying, unending, and virtually immortal appetite. The flames that licked madly at whatever it could. Obviously something's were harder to burn through, but in that moment. Myketra was tapping into her magical side. And the fire around her was eager to please her. To mimic her mood. And they would grow slightly. But better than that... No wind, not even rain could wash them away at that moment.

"Poison Ivy. You're in over your head on this one. I'll not let you or your little creation ruin the city of Gotham. You'll have to kill me first!"

Another smaller set of missiles would swing around the outskirts of the city to find a broader opening to the park and to the wooden hulk.

Her loud voice had made her location known and she found her self running haphazardly along the beast to avoid getting clobbered by those thick vines or those even thicker limbs. Her little slashes here and there were nothing against the tough bark. But she was hard at work appearing to be trying her best while she really was swinging back around for the large wound.


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The floronic titan turned its head in Myketra's direction as she bellowed her challenge far more loudly than any naturally occurring vocal cords could possibly hope to match. The entity seemed to have painfully learned it's lesson about ignoring such “harmless” foes as the comparatively tiny humanoids. It did not halt its attempt to deliver the restrained Jaeger to its mistress, but it did immediately begin to advance upon Myketra's position. Back into the park.

The ribbons of light danced through the air and drew a surprised gasp from Jaeger as their power worked with Weaver to seal his wounds even faster. The massive thorn was still embedded in his flesh and armor, held too closely into him by root that bound him to be excised that way, but the bleeding was stopped at least. He struggled harder still as Myketra's razor disks cut into the colossal tendril. Tentacles of his own sprouted against from whichever parts of his living armor were free and lunged forward just in time to slash into the wounds left by his enigmatic ally's own blades. At last the massive, stubborn root was severed and Jaeger free to pull the thorn from his body before joining the fray once more.

It was difficult to say whether Poison Ivy's masterpiece roared more in shock, anger, or pain, but it grew far louder as the hacked missiles slammed into their target. In a world of Supermen, Wonderwomen, Green Lanterns, Meta-Genes, Exobytes, and some people who were just really, really good at what they did and being in the right place to do it, it was sometimes easy to forget just what hundreds of billions of dollars being wielded by one of the most powerful countries on Earth was capable of accomplishing. The colossus that was meant to terrorize all of Gotham was getting a firm reminder of that.

One explosion followed another. Armored bark was vaporized, and if Myketra had been able to coordinate any of the missiles to strike in roughly the same locations, more than just the first few layers of dense tissue would have been gruesomely annihilated. Either way, there would now have been no shortage of weak points and gaps in what had once seemed like a indomitable defense.

The little slashes Myketra made as she traversed the length of the beast may have been little more than pinpricks to it, but the way it howled and shook to dislodge her left neither of them with any illusions of just how endangered its life was. The remainder root-tendrils converged upon her, grasping and wrenching, desperate to seize even the smallest part of the machine woman before she could do it even more harm. The gaping, blackened wound her laser had left in its hide drew ever closed. And the magic-empowered flames that burned according to and as long as Myketra wished continued to ravage its body unabated.

“No! No! I won't let you hurt him anymore! I will grind you to mulch! Your rusting gears and scattered wires will rot with the rest of this world's killers!” Poison Ivy's voice again rang out with an intensity to rival Myketra's own boasts. But there nothing bold left in her cries. Just enraged yet fearful shrieking as her “child's” thrashing began to ebb.

The next wave of missiles would have had little trouble hitting such a massive target, with the remaining tendrils too desperately focused on striking at Myketra and Jaeger to offer any real defense against them.

Yet, while Myketra sought the most efficient way to terminate the wounded colossus's life, her Ysherian ally grappled onto the elbow of one of its massive forearms. It was a joint, a relative weak spot in the titan's armor even if not one of the missiles or bursts of flame and lightning had eroded its protection. Jaeger's blade and tendrils mercilessly thrust into it, quickly cutting into and crippling the entire limb. Three more to go, however, and after all the progress the Ysherian had already made cutting past the main body's defenses, picking up where Jaeger had left off to end the entity's life would easily be the more efficient course of action.



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Gears and wires? The thought had come unexpectedly. Poison Ivy thought her nothing but a mindless drone. A robot. A machine.

Her fiery hands would cease flowing flames of blue and her crimson bolts of rage would end abruptly. It was quite the shocker actually. It was also a mistake. Her movements had been just right but now she slowed as the creature shook in it's terror. As the creature wrestled to live with mighty desperation. And Myketra was left open to be grabbed by one of those massive hands. Her arms squeezed to her sides.

Oh, great. Now the little eco-maniac will get hopeful.

She struggled violently to be released, but the colossal hand was unrelenting, unforgiving. And worst of all: afraid. To release this metal menace, this biting foe, was to invite death.

Sharp spears or spikes would suddenly appear from every possible inch along her form, skewering that massive hand and then the body would become engulfed in more blue fire. Demanding her freedom. Myketra found herself being thrown.

Dirt and gravel broke open as she hit the ground and slid... Finally slamming into larger rocks beneath the surface slowed her travels. Next she was clawing and digging and climbing back out of the lake of soil. Her body flashed white and everything upon her disappeared with the intense heat. It was fine, no girl liked rags anyways. And with another wave if magic her attire would reform, perfectly sound just like when she had first arrived to the scene.

She watched Jaeger go free and he went right back into the fray. Myk did likewise. Her eyes narrowing with determination.

She dodged and stomping foot and a great flood of falling dirt and smaller, coconut sized rocks. Then she jumped and with some help of her glider system she was only a little bit aways to her original target. And oh how the thing shook to wretch her and/or Jaeger off. She didn't care. Her hands were iron clasps as she would not let go. She used her machete and slammed it with considerable strength into a weak point. Then she used it to swing around, but the creatures other elbow came around and all Myketra could do was take hold of it or fall once more.

Fine. With the canopy of trees wiped away, Myk had eyes on the scene from up above now. And she watched as Jaeger attacked that vital point. Recording the movement made things simpler. Now Myk swung around and over like an acrobat and making one of her hands a mighty blade. She imitated the action. She made that area fail satisfactorily. And then her hand became a moving razor sharp blade. Like a saw. And she was driving that weapon into small weaker spots here and there.

"I'm sorry that your sentient. I'm sorry that Poison Ivy is a careless mother. I'm sorry that you are fighting for the wrong side." Was all she could say as she once again went moving for the black smoldering wound she had created earlier with K.E.A.S.

The creature was in a terrible predicament and Myk knew it realized that as she made her way much easier. She did honestly feel bad for the thing and she knew she could help heal it instead. But under the mind control of Ivy meant more destruction. This was not Ivy's city. It was hers. It was the Hoods.

Reaching the black wound, Myk found a spot to crouch down in and hold on. She was waiting for something.

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