Centurian stands in the alternate dimension watching the battle play out before him. He's never been in pure battle that he perceived as for real before. As nervous as he thinks he should be he's actually become quite used to being in this ghosted state.

I've never been this excited in my life. My training battle with the JLR was fun but this is just pure exhilaration. Watching Thorfen hack away at this Vegi-La creature is just too fantastic for words. And the JLR! Gosh, what a display of power. How have I never heard of these people before? Uh-oh. Looks like the Fused's Titanic theme song is starting to hurt Ace and Thorfen just as much as it is Vegi-La. Oh no. . ."Thorfen, BEHIND YOU!"

Thorfen, the axe wielding dwarf, turns to his oppenent and guards his face with his axe. Vine tentacles snap around his axe and slowly pulls him towards the monstrous plant-beast.

Thorfen: Thank ye, laddie! Though. . . it seems. . . I may be needin'. . . a wee bit more assistance!

Ace: Just let go, Smallfry!

Thorfen: A dwarf never relinquishes his weapon!

Cowgirl Jack: Don't get too close! He's poisonous!

Wednesday stands with his reunited teammates. He rubs the back of his sore neck.

Wednesday: Welcome back, Ace. Take you long enough? All you had to do was catch up with Chessmaster, not The Flash. We've been getting our asses handed to us for about half an hour, thank you.

Ace: So nothing new, huh? You wanna know how to take the big ones down? Check it. . .

Ace pulls his empty hand towards his face and slight-of-handedly flicks out 2 cards: An ace of hearts and an ace of spades. He fires the 2 cards from his fingertips and they cut through the air with amazing aerodynamics. The front two corners of each card clip off and the dart-shaped aces plunge into Vegi-La's eye sockets. The beast howls in agony as his tendrils slap at his eyes like eels in a punch bowl.

Wednesday: He's still standing. . .

Ace: Well by all means, buddy-o-mine, show me what you've been dishing out to Jolly Green Giant.

Wednesday: I'm on it, yo!

Chessmaster: Knight to D3!

Wednesday is sent floating in an "L" shaped path and lands front of the towering vegi-beast. Now blinded, it still holds its face in pain.

Wednesday: Ohhh-h-h-ho. . . payback. Yes, sir.

Thorfen: Your skin. Be sure it touches you not, lad! 'Tis a creature of a poison nature as well.

Wednesday: That a fact?

*clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink*

Wednesday's skin armors up with steel plates going up his appendages and face. Metallic clangs and pops are heard as he cracks his knuckles.

Thorfen: A fine armor suit indeed, m'boy! Ye must arrange a meeting with me and ye blacksmith!

Wednesday: Uhhh, yeah. I'll try to fit ya in his schedule. . .

The metal-man climbs up the vegetable monster and perches on top of its chest. He then slams left hook after right hook continuously pummeling the beast's head,

Wednesday: Payback's *Wham!* a bitch! *WHAM!* Isn't it!? *Crack!*

Thorfen hacks at Vegi-La's legs with his axe as if a lumberjack.

Chessmaster: Knight to E3!

Fused is levitated and floats to the right side of the dwarf. A blind tendril wraps around Fused's metallic arm secreting poisonous toxins. He grasps it with his robotic hand and squeezes it until it is pinched and severed. He looks up and sees another man with shielded arms pounding away at the monsters face. Suddenly all the sound around him goes silent as most of the team and Vegi-La go deaf momentarily. A low-frequency hums beneath Fused then explodes. . .

*BOOOOOoooooooommm! ! !*

The sonic force propels him vertically 15 feet in the air on level with Wednesday and Vegi-La's head. He reaches his hand back and all sound begins to fade once again as his fist vibrates.

Fused: Hey Wednesda--

Wednesday turns around and sees the man in sunglasses mouth the word, "Duck!" but cannot hear. He ducks.

*BOOOOOOOOooooooooommm! ! !*

Fused throws a sonic punch that tears off a piece of Vegi-La's face and the force sends him 8 yards horizontally past the point of impact. The inertia pulls Wednesday away but he holds on to a vine to keep from falling. Vegi-La lumbers backward like a cut oak falling in the forest. The ambient and environmental sounds quickly fade back. The wooden thunks of Thorfen's axe as well as the continued packing sounds of Wednesday's fists on Vegi-La's head are now heard as Wednesday keeps throwing punches on the way down with the falling vegi-beastal behemoth.

*CRASHH!!!* *thud-clang!*

Soon after the monstrosity falls, Fused lands in the dumpster.

Chessmaster: Bishop to E5!

Transneapolitan is moved diagonally towards the fallen Vegi-La. He then begins encasing it in ice milk. Cowgirl Jack shouts from a distance.

Cowgirl Jack: Hey Wed! I think you can stop hitting it!

Ace puts his arm around her and they both start laughing.

*BOING! ! !*

Suddenly they are both kicked in the back and fall to the ground. Cowgirl Jack turns around on the pavement and sees a tall thin man with a black cloak and springs on his shoes. He devilishly twists his mustache and strokes his goatee. He pauses and sees how attractive the Cowgirl is. He ogles her bosom and stretches his palms towards her mimicking a squeezing gesture.

Spring Heeled Jack:

Cowgirl Jack: GAH!!! . . . . . .

Her right rocket boot fires and sends her foot into Spring Heeled Jack's groin. He flies over a fence into an apartment complex's back lawn and back out over the fence on the other side and crashes into something else.

*BOING!!!* *thud* *Boing!!* *Crash!* *boing!* *Ksshh! !*

Cowgirl Jack: Ok Listen. I am not one of the only girls on the team ONLY to be used for the SOLE purposes of having my clothes ripped off, getting kidnapped, ogled and/or being GROPED!

Ace: Ugh. Well Ceej, I've actually heard of that guy. And thats kinda what he does. . .he bounces around. . .gropes chicks, and is pretty much just creepy overall. . .

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Hybrid flies toward the ambassador's office holding the ill Midnight Spectre. He lands then carries him through the wall that had been broken through by Vegi-La.

Hybrid: Don't wory, buddy. We'll get you away from- -

He sees Registered Member #552 shackled and chained to a wall with tall figures surrounding him.

Hybrid: What the $^@#$?!

A large, furry, beastly, imposing werewolf turns around and cocks an eyebrow at Hybrid. It snarls and growls as drool drips from his chin and strings to the floor.

Hybrid: You've gotta be kidding me. . .