Cult of Personality
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Chapter 7: No Rest for the Wicked
Titans East and Miami were patching themselves up as they recovered from their skirmish with Sabbac. Onyx was setting her shoulder, which had become dislocated in the battle. She attempted to adjust and set the bone. Hawkeye saw her and said,
"Let me."
He placed his hands on the right places and said,
"This will hurt."
The ninja nodded and could feel the bone resetting itself. She wanted to scream out in pain, but kept with her discipline and training. Finally, the bone was set. She smiled,
"Thank you, Connor."
The archer smiled,
"You're welcome."
He shifted for a minute before asking,
"How did you channel your chi into that sword?"
Kaede was surprised,
"You know of this technique?"
Connor explained,
"Well, to be honest, I had never seen anyone do that. I grew up in a Tibetan monastery, studying martial arts. I even took up archery from my father, but, from the way the monks taught, to do that with your chi is astounding, and takes advanced training."
Kaede looked up,
"Advanced technique? As soon as I could go to school, I was able to do this. I grew up in a ninja village."
She thought to herself,
He is a martial artist as well? I may have to challenge him some time. I am quite curious as to his skill level.
She shook her head,
"You know, I have no idea how Miranda is able to do this without getting hurt."
Laska, contorting into a painful looking pose, grinned,
"Easy. I had lots of practice."
The yellow clad contortionist bounced away, going off to irritate Grace.
Red Knight was being tended to by Persiana. The feral heroine shook her head,
"You were pretty reckless out there, lady."
The Amazon swordswoman shook her head,
"That thing had to be destroyed. Besides, I have others to carry the fight on for me."
Donna sighed,
"Sister, what Farrah means is that it is wiser to take caution in a battle, especially during the thick of it."
Selene smirked,
"I had no idea you were so worried for me, dearest sister. Are you this concerned about Farrah as well?"
The lioness changed the subject,
"I'll check on the others. See how they're doing after going ten rounds with Satan's Little Helper."
Donna frowned,
"Is that not Santa's Little Helper?" (1)
Farrah smirked,
"I know what I said."
She walked away. Selene chuckled, thinking something amusing. Donna asked,
"And what is so amusing, sister?"
The brunette shook her head,
"Oh, nothing."
Red Star and Superboy were whining as Headway and Miss Martian attempted to soothe their wounds. The Kryptonian clone whined,
"Why does it hurt so much?"
M'gan said,
"You two are invulnerable. It can't hurt that much."
Connor said,
"I'm vulnerable to magic."
Leonid shook his head,
"Idiot. I got thrown through four walls and wrestled the thing. How do you think I feel?"
Connor would have retorted something, but noticed the alien heroine's glare. He quietly kept his mouth shut and just winced at the treatment he was getting for his wounds.
Risk sauntered up to Red Knight and Wonder Girl,
"Hey, ladies. How about a kiss for the hero?"
He puckered up his lips and closed his eyes. This earned him a hard right cross from both Amazons. He then went flying into the next room. Risk crashed into a wall and wailed,
"What was that for?"
Black Condor folded his arms,
"Idiot."
The avian hero folded his arms and sharpened his knives,
"Personally, I hope Sabbac comes back. I want a rematch with that coward."
M'gan shook her head,
"You shouldn't say that. Earthlings have an expression; be careful what you wish for."
Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed and Sabbac, glowing in a red and black aura, grinned menacingly,
"She's right, birdy."
Grace smirked,
"Nice."
Headway groaned,
"Here we go again!"
Next Chapter:
Sabbac vs. Titans East and Miami Round 2