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Arthur moved first, closing the distance between himself and H'El in a blur. The kryptonite sword flashed downward in a precise strike.
But H'El caught the blade in one hand.
No recoil. No pain. His fingers tightened around the deadly crystal as though it were mere steel. The green glow washed over his scarred features as he examined the weapon with that same unsettling calm.
"Kryptonite," he said, voice low and strangely fascinated. "Such a rare thing to behold."
Arthur clicked his tongue. "No, not really. It's not that rare."
His free fist cracked across H'El's jaw, a blow strong enough to shatter reinforced steel. H'El shot back, Arthur lowered into stance again, violet light pulsing from his eyes with sharpened focus.
H'El surprised more than hurt. He raised his hand casually, and the sword in Arthur's grip suddenly trembled, twisting against his fingers.
Arthur's eyes narrowed. "Oh, now that's surprising.."
The sword ripped from his grasp and sailed obediently into H'El's open palm.
"Telekinesis," Arthur muttered, jaw tightening. "You are full of surprises."
From near a shattered console, Batman steadied himself. He spoke under his breath, but not enough to hide the concern in his voice.
"That means kryptonite isn't going to help us. He's immune."
H'El crushed the sword as though it were glass. Sharp green pieces fell to the ground.
Arthur exhaled slowly. Shadows gathered along his arm, materializing into the Kamish Twinblade the metal gleaming like fangs ready to bite. He spun it once, grounding himself.
"You didn't need to break it," Arthur said, voice quieter. "That sword was a gift from my brother you know ?"
He fell back into stance. "But it's fine.. Let's try again."
H'El stared for a heartbeat… then scoffed.
"Tsk."
He turned away entirely.
Arthur blinked. "Wait!"
In a blink, H'El vanished.
He appeared beside Hal first. The Green Lantern's ring screamed warnings, emerald constructs snapping into place in desperation,shields, barriers, anything his will could manifest to fight back.
H'El's punch shattered all of it. Hal's breath left him in a choking gasp as he was hurled backward through a console.
J'onn phased, trying to disorient from within again.
H'El's strike still connected, somehow predicting his phase-shift, slamming the Martian into twisted metal. J'onn's form flickered violently, forced tangible by the sheer force.
Diana charged with a battle cry, lasso circling in a golden arc. She swung.
H'El caught the rope with two fingers.
He yanked, flipping her off her feet and driving her into the floor hard enough to crack the plating beneath.
Superman blurred into the fray again, heat vision blazing.
H'El was already behind him, hand closing on the back of Clark's skull. A brutal downward slam rattled the entire Watchtower structure.
Arthur watched every move. He felt the power behind each strike, animalistic, instinctive and overwhelming.
"This bastard…" he breathed, eyes glowing brighter with each passing second. "I can tell he is still holding back some of his powers but he's fighting on pure instinct."
Arthur stepped forward, Twinblade lifted. The air cracked.
Arthur blitzed forward first, a black-violet streak and H'El's eyes barely tracked him before the Kamish Twinblade arced toward his ribs. H'El blocked but the force sent him skidding backward, boots tearing into the Watchtower floor.
Arthur was already there again.
A spinning slash sparks all over them, then a ruthless knee to the jaw, flipping H'El midair. Before the watchtower gravity knew what to do, Arthur twisted and brought the blade down like a guillotin.
H'El caught it. Fingers closing around the blade's edge.
The metal screamed.
Arthur's smirk sharpened and his left foot shot up, heel slamming into H'El's sternum with a crunch. H'El flew, only to whip around and fire heat vision in a twin beam that streaked past Arthur's cheek, slicing into the ceiling.
Arthur vanished into shadow.
Reappearing behind him blade aimed to sever a spine.
H'El spun, parrying with his forearm, then ramming his elbow into Arthur's ribs enough force to shatter everything around them. Arthur gritted his teeth through the pain and drove forward anyway, raking the flat of the blade across H'El's neck.
A mark not a cut. But enough to make H'El blink in surprise.
Arthur didn't give him time.
Ruler's Authority surged, turning him into a ballistic missile. He shoulder-checked H'El with such force the Kryptonian slammed through a console, electricity bursting like fireworks.
Arthur followed flip-kicked H'El into the air then jumped after him, stabbing the twinblade down. H'El caught Arthur's wrist mid-plunge.
A short, brutal headbutt.
Stars exploded behind Arthur's vision.
H'El's fist hammered into Arthur's gut the blow so strong his body bent around it and the twinblade tore free, soaring into open space through a shattered viewport.
Arthur straightened slowly.
Then smiled.
His shadows flared, tethering the blade snapping it around in a whiplash arc. It shot back into H'El, slicing the air like a rocket.
H'El leaned just barely aside.
Too late.
The blade grazed his cheek, carving open flesh. blood drifted free.
H'El touched his cheek. Looked at the blood.
Arthur shrugged.
"Hope you enjoy the new one."
H'El's expression cracked. Rage. A flash of feral instinct.
He blurred a meteor punch lined up to remove Arthur's head from his body
A hand caught the punch.
Red cape billowing in the vacuum-wind.
Superman's glare was glacial.
"That's enough."
Then punches.
Clark unleashed hell.
Shotgun blasts of fists hammered H'El from every direction, thunderous strikes enough to bend steel, distort space. H'El staggered, skin denting under the barrage.
For a second, Superman held the upper hand.
Blow after blow, thunderous strikes rattling the Watchtower itself. H'El was forced back under the storm, taking each hit with barely a chance to recover. Steel and heat vision flashed as his control frayed.
And then a shadow swallowed the stars.
A massive Kryptonian mothership cruised past the Watchtower windows, engines rumbling like a waking titan.
H'El looked up, a dark grin spreading.
"It seems Zod has arrived at last."
Batman's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and urgent.
"Target locked."
Defense cannons deployed from the hull and fired, a colossal beam lancing toward the ship.
Only for a glowing energy field to flare and absorb it entirely.
"Dammit," Bruce hissed under his breath.
Superman pushed H'El back with one final strike before turning to Arthur eyes firm, pleading for trust.
"Arthur! We'll handle him. Zod's forces can't set foot on Earth! Stop that ship, and find Kara, save her."
A beat.
"Go! I'll join you as soon as I can."
H'El wiped the blood from his new scar, chuckling low.
"You seem so sure about that… little brother."
Arthur rose slowly off the floor, shadows swirling like a vortex beneath him. The glow of his ring intensified black and violet wrapping around him like armor forged from night.
He nodded once to Clark.
"I was heading to that ship anyway."
He turned his gaze on H'El unwavering.
"Don't underestimate the Boy Scout."
Superman exhaled through the pain and allowed himself the faintest smile.
Because Arthur was right.
The Boy Scout was far from done.
One final pulse of violet-black power erupted from his ring and his entire body became a comet of shadow streaking away from the Watchtower, chasing Zod's warship as it descended toward Earth. The stars warped into lines around him. Wind didn't exist out here but the speed still roared in his bones.
Behind him, the Watchtower remained a flickering dot.
The reamining Justice League members regrouped inside, battered but alive.
But Batman.
Darkness swallowed him.
A circular field of black violet light snapped into existence around him.
Batman's eyes narrowed.
A figure emerged from the swirling dark, sigil burning bright violet, of the Shadow Corps.
His voice carried the venomous pride of the usual Sinestro.
"My King commands your return to Earth."
Batman's stare sharpened, annoyed, but not surprised.
"…I was about to return, we need to stop what Zod is about to do."
A Faint scoff escaped sinestro.
"Were you?"
violet eyes flicked toward the absent void where Arthur had vanished.
"You humans cling to planning. But plans fail when strength doesn't measure up."
Batman stepped forward, meeting the hollow gaze head-on.
No fear. Only resolve.
"I work with what I have," he said.
He paused. A subtle challenge.
Sinestro tilted his head, amusement cracking through his features
"Hmph."
The protective field constricted, locking Batman in place as it accelerated downward, dragging him toward the blue planet far below.
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