Hybrid: Show yourselves!

From the smoke a trail of fire is blasted onto our heroes. They harden their skin and squint their eyes from the heat blast of the flames thrown at them.

*tink tink*. . . *tink tink. . .*

Wednesday: Ohhh nn--

* BOOM! ! ! . . . * BOOOOM! ! ! *

The 2 heroes fly 15 feet into the air hurling backwards away from their enemies. Hybrid crashes into a lamp post bending it in half in his exoskeletal form as Wednesday tumbles onto the pavement in his steelskin. Hybrid shakes off the attack and staggers onto one knee.

Wednesday: Uhhh. . .bastards.

Hybrid: Cowards!

Shadowy figure #2: I wouldn't pay so much attention to us if I were you. Have you already forgotten?

A vine-like tendril wraps around Hybrid's head covering his eyes. He's snapped backwards like a ragdoll and flies at an accelerated speed towards the plant-beast. Vegi-La pulls his other arm back and throws a hook punch sending Hybrid crashing into a brick wall of a hardware store entrance. Wednesday runs to his aid.

Hybrid: Ugh. Son of a. . .

Wednesday brushes broken brick off his new commrade and pulls him up steadying him with one of Hybrid's arms behind his shoulders.

Hybrid: Is your buddy here always this powerful?

Wednesday: Actually, he usually just cracks jokes and craps out cabbage balls. Somehow when one of us go bad we become uber-powerful and slaughter the rest of the team.

Hybrid: Well that sucks, and your buddy's a pain in the ass.

Wednesday: Don't have to tell me that, rookie. We knew we couldn't handle him on our own. Now, in addition, we have 3 new mystery men from the Crime Society of Fiction.

Hybrid: Syndicate.

Wednesday: Yeah, whatever. Bottom line: We need help.

A vine tendril is snapped around Wednesdays left ankle. He's snared away from his new teammate and is held upsidedown. He is punched repeatedly around the head and face with each impact swinging him about like a tether-ball.

Wednesday: GET *whack!* HELP! *smack!* Get *pshh!* some *crack* HELP! !

Hybrid begins to sprint away from the battle.

Wednesday: Hey! ! Where the hell do you think you're going!? Don't leave me here!

Hybrid: Dude! He exclaims in disbelief. Fine. I ain't one to run from a fight anyway. If this is my time to go, It's my time to go!

The plant-beast turns his attention from the man he holds in his tendrils to the man that stands before him. He takes 5 thundering steps towards Hybrid crushing asphalt beneath his feet. He snarls and roars provokingly towards his opponent.

Vegi-La: RrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG! ! ! ! ! !

The roar is a primal scream definitely one of a mans but with the bass booming of a Tyrannosaurus-Rex. It shakes the pavement beneath Hybrids feet and vibrates a potted plant off a nearby window sill crashing it onto the sidewalk.

Hybrid: Let's go.

Hybrid dashes between the plant-beast's legs and jumps onto its back wrapping one leg around its torso and clenches an arm around its neck into a headlock. His appendages begin to turn a deep green and coil around Vegi-La like an anaconda and constrict his neck and chest. Wednesday is released and falls to the ground punch-drunk.

Hybrid: That's right! How you like them apples, plant-man!? Huh?! You like that?!

Vegi-La's arms revert from vine tendrils to human-like appendages and reach up behind him gripping onto Hybrids rib-cage. He is pulled away from Veg-La's body and his snake-grip begins to uncoil.

Hybrid: Uhhhrrr. . .

Hybrid is now lifted above Vegi-La's head his grip is now lost.
Vegi-La lowers Hybrid towards the ground, looks skyward and launches him towards the heavens.

Hybrid: ...rrr-AGHHH! ! !


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Cowgirl Jack: Almost there, Alex. You, ok?

Centurian: I'm fine. I really like flying. Honest. Especially with you, CJ.

Centurian's cheeks puff up and he covers his lips with his fingertips and his eyes go crossed. Cowgirl Jack chuckles.

Cowgirl Jack: I'm glad I can have that kind of effect on guys.

Centurian: So. . . we're going to go fight a plant-man? I mean, I'm still in my 'jamas and bathrobe.

Cowgirl Jack: Well we're assembing the team first. Then we'll put together a strategy to figure out how to beat ol' Vegi. You can change then. We're only a couple blocks away.

As the two make their final approach Cowgirl Jack notices the shape of a man that seems to be holding snakes in his hands rise up between two buildings then plummet back down between them.

Cowgirl Jack: Oh. . . my god.

A explosive burst then fires from her heels and they rocket towards the point of interest.

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Cowgirl jack flies down and sets Centurian onto the sidewalk. She sees the hero she had just previously met, Hybrid, spawled out on a car hood with it caved in to the engine block. His right arm and left leg are in the shape of a snake and a turtle shell is on his back.

Cowgirl Jack: Ok. That's. . .different.

Wednesday is turning over on the ground pushing himself to his feet with a towering vegi-beast turning its attention towards him.

Cowgirl Jack: Alex. Stay here.

Centurian: But, CJ. . .

Cowgirl Jack: Just stay!

Rocket boots propel her towards Vegi-La with her fists together in front of her. She impacts against Vegi-La toppling him away from Wednesday. She then spirals upwards approximately 5 stories high then spins downward heels out like a drill spike crashing into Vegi-La through the street into the sewers below.

Centurian runs to the apperture in the middle of the street and hears sounds of rock breakage, impacts, water splashes, beastly roars and feminine grunts.

Centurian: CJ! ! !

Vegi-La appears out from the opening holding CJ with his tendrils by the neck and waist. He pulls her close then releases a noxious gas from pores in his chest asphyxiating Cowgirl Jack.

Cowgirl Jack: Alex. . . *cough* Run! *cough kaff!*

Centurian: Nooo! !

The young lad in the white bathrobe runs to the monstrous form and throws a well-placed but ineffective punch against Vegi-La's abdomen. He is slapped away and tossed into the air. A pouch flies from his pocket into an alleyway and he is knocked into the side of a nearby dumpster. Vegi-La takes one of his arms and forms a large sharply tipped radish. Cowgirl Jack desperately tugs at the vines around her neck. Adjusting her vision, the blurred radish sharpens into one as the background blurs and doubles into two.

Cowgirl Jack: Death by radish? Figures. I was supposed to die in the arms of Hawkman, preferably in the throws of passion.

Vegi-La closes in on her face. Suddenly. . .

*splat!* . . . *SPLAT!*

A scoop of rocky road is splattered across Vegi-La's face then is followed by a larger double scoop of rainbow sherbet.

Transneapolitan: Unhand that girl!

Cowgirl Jack is released as Vegi-La confoundedly slaps at his face wiping away what he can of the sweet substance.

A creamy strawberry cheescake arm cradles Cowgirl Jack away from Vegi-La and a hardened vanilla shovel scoops Wednesday from the pavement. Vegi-La peers from one eye and sees the young man in the cotton bathrobe standing on the street near the alleyway. He monstrously stomps towards the lad and snarls.

Centurian: Uhhh. . .! *~gulp~!*

Fused: Hey kid!

Centurian turns around and sees two men walk out of the alley. A leather/vinyl clad man with robotic arms wearing sunglasses stands and to his side, a monk with glowing eyes.

Fused: Drop somethin'?

The leather-clad man underhandedly tosses a pouch in the air towards Centurian. The boy catches it and notices the man pull his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose and flash him a wink.