As his sight went red, Superman opened fire with his heat vision, the twin red beams burning through the air towards their target.

Felix Faust merely smiled at them before he waved a hand before him. "Antístrofi poreía," he intoned.

Just before the heat vision hit him, they suddenly stopped, a purple circle swallowing them up, rings of the magical energy radiating outwards until they vanished.

A second circle opened up right next to Superman, causing him to stop his heat vision as he turned his head to look at it. His heat vision suddenly shot out of the portal, slamming right into the Man of Steel and sending him flying sideways through the air, crying out from the surprise attack.

That's when John came swooping in. He had his ring hand drawn back, the construct of a boxing glove hovering at his side. He was fully intent on closing as much distance between him and Faust so that he could land his attack.

"Aioroúmai eis ton aéra," Faust spoke, then suddenly rose into the air, taking to flight. Undeterred, John altered his course upward, finally swinging his arm and sending his construct flying towards the mage.

Eyes widening, Faust thrust both of his hands out and attempted to catch the green boxing glove. The force he was hit with was much stronger than he anticipated and he was launched higher into the air, his turn to cry out.

Before John could continue his assault, Faust suddenly disappeared, vanishing into thin air. By then, Superman had recovered to hover in midair, allowing him to search for his opponent. He then spotted Faust floating as well, though he was close to the Wayne Enterprises building, panting heavily.

"John! He's below you!" the Kryptonian shouted into his comm link. Immediately, the Green Lantern jerked his head down, then took off flying down towards the man. He had his ring glowing brilliantly, though he didn't create a construct. It was clear he wanted to unleash it at the last moment possible.

However, Faust was looking up at John by then. Holding his hand up, he didn't say a word, only allowing what looked like a dull yellow energy flow from his palm. It was rather slowly and languid, very unlike the sleeker, polished spells Faust had been using previously.

Seeing it coming towards him, John didn't waste anymore time holding back, throwing his ring hand out in front of him. He fired a blast towards the energy, but then with deceptive speed, the energy launched itself at the Green Lantern. The green beam barely left the ring before it was swallowed whole by the yellow energy, which proceeded to envelop John's hand and arm.

That's when Faust twisted to one side, his yellow spell pulling on John and causing him to follow along. Spinning in a circle, Faust released his spell moments later, sending the Lantern flying through the air towards Superman. Ready, the dark-haired man caught his comrade, stopping his flight.

"Stupendous! Outstanding!" Faust crowed even as the two Leaguers untangled themselves from each other, floating close by. "I am handling the two most powerful people on the planet—easily! Wondrous!"

"He's not kidding," John grunted with frustration. "Damn magic. I hate to say this, but I think this guy might be more powerful than Zatanna. He's been using spells that I've never seen her do."

"Zatanna never used those spells on us," Superman was quick to remind him. "We need to come up with a plan to take him down."

"We can't do anything long range. He either blocks it, or sends it right back at us. That means we have to go close quarters so he can't react." He scowled. "Of course, then he'd just do what he did to me. It's like he adjusts to everything we do."

"We have to distract him then," Superman said. "That seemed to give us our best opportunity so far."

"Point. So do you want to be the distraction, or the follow up?"

"What do you think?" Superman smirked to the Lantern, who returned the look with a smirk of his own. Then the Kryptonian took off flying right towards Faust, both fists leading the way.

"Don't you ever learn?" Faust taunted as Superman picked up speed, closing the distance between them rapidly. "I had hoped you'd allow me to experiment more."

That's when bolts of electricity shot out from Faust's body. Before the charging Kryptonian could react, they struck him, causing him to cry out. The electricity crawled across Faust's chest and abdomen to his flank, causing the Man of Steel to follow along until it suddenly stopped. The next thing he knew, he crashed right into the base of the antenna atop Wayne Tower, bursting through the wall.

For a moment, Superman lost all sense of himself. The next thing he knew, he was lying on some sort of metal floor, cement debris from the wall blanketing him. With a groan, he began to push himself up, the rubble shifting off of him.

Well, that had worked about as well as he thought it would. The lightning was a change, but it hurt just as much as any of the other spells Faust had used so far. Damn magic, indeed. Shaking his head, Superman suddenly stilled.

While he guessed he was in some sort of room—the metal floor being a dead giveaway—he had thought it was some sort of maintenance shed. Instead, he found himself in some sort of armory with all sorts of weapons and gear hanging on a wall. Some of the weapons had an identifiable bat motif to them.

Hmmm, maybe there was something here he could use.

As Superman was driven away with electricity, John took off. He saw Faust keeping his eyes on the Man of Steel, so it was clear he wasn't paying him any mind, just the way they wanted it. His ring revved to life with power as he fueled his will into it.

He already knew what he wanted to create and bash into the mage. The distance between him and Faust closed rapidly as he charged, the man removing his attention from Superman once he was sure he was no longer a threat.

John threw his ring hand out in front of him, a green beam firing it. A short distance away, the beam expanded outward, forming a battering ram. He willed the green ram forward, leading the way towards their target.

The same electricity danced over Faust's body before it lashed out, enveloping the battering ram much like it had with Superman. And like the previous time, it angled the construct to a side, forcing it to miss him. Letting out a war cry, Fuast then pointed a hand right at the charging Green Lantern and fired a blast of magical energy.

Unfortunately, due to his charge, there was no time for him to attempt his own evasion and he took that attack head on. The beam hit him with such a force that he was immediately thrown backwards, the dark-skinned man crying out as he thrown wildly through the air.

It took him a moment to recover and stop his unintentional flight. Once he did, he immediately located Faust, who was staring right at him. "Nice try," he called out, "but such tactics won't work on me."

No kidding. Another failed plan was more aggravating than him actually getting his butt kicked. What was worse was that this guy didn't even have his powers for all that long, unlike him. Yet, he was using them as if he had them for years.

"Now, if you are done with your feeble attempts, I believe it is my turn to take the offensive," Faust continued as he raised both arms upwards. A purplish aura enveloped him, glowing at first before becoming a raging flame. John steeled himself as he readied to defend himself.

"Prepare yourself! I intend on fully unleashing the power of my deity. I can't wait to see what happens!" Faust then thrust his hands out towards the Lantern, the fiery aura bending to his whim.

And then Faust's face twisted with pain, eyes wide, teeth clenched as electricity suddenly erupted from his back. His entire body went stiff, his aura vanishing in an instant. Then the electricity stopped and Faust went limp before dropping towards the ground below.

Immediately, John fired a beam at the man, one that expanded out into a green bubble that surrounded the man. Faust laid on the bottom of it face down, his body twitching every so often from spasms.

That was...random. John then looked away from the mage and found himself looking to a large hole at the antenna base of Wayne Tower. Superman was kneeling within the broken concrete, an odd looking rifle in hand. The base was just like a gun, but the barrel widened out to a thin oval. The Kryptoninan had it pointed towards the Lantern, though that was mostly because Faust had been hovering between them along seconds prior.

Keeping Faust's bubble where it was, John drifted over to his comrade, coming to land next to him. All the while, the beam that connected the bubble to the ring shrank or extended when needed in order to accommodate his movement. "Where did you get that?" he asked.

Superman just nodded his head to the hole behind him. "There's an entire weapon's stash in there. We're gonna have to thank the owner for having it placed here."

Well, that could just about be anyone, though he did have his suspicions. "The owner of the stash, or the owner of the building?"

"Both."

Fair enough. John then looked over the edge of the building, willing the bubble to rise higher into the air until he and Superman could see it without craning their heads. "So now what do we do with this guy?"

Superman shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we take him to the others and see what we can do about undoing this god binding thing."

"That might take awhile if this guy was any indication. He wasn't exactly easy to beat."

"Batman might have some sedative in his stash. That should at least buy us a few hours."

John nodded his acceptance. The longer they had this guy out, the better. There just wasn't much the League could do against a magic user and this guy was certainly adept at using it. Hopefully the others were having better luck than they had.

"In the meantime, we should head back to the cathedral," Superman added. "I have a feeling the others will be heading there before too long."

As the fire raged around them, not all of them were helpless.

Whipping out a handful of batarangs, Batgirl sent them flying at Dr. Destiny, who watched them close in on him with mild amusement. Even as the spinning projectiles closed on them, he did not flinch.

Mere inches away from him, they suddenly blew into clouds of smoke, wafting over him harmlessly. "Nice try," the Dream God remarked. "Care to try again?"

Batgirl was not undeterred. Not even having her legs submerged in the ground seemed to effect her as she whipped out more batarangs. Even as Black Canary inched away from J'onn's side, the younger vigilante sent her projectiles flying at Dr. Destiny. Once again, he did not try to avoid them, the batarangs changing into doves this time and flapping up towards the sky. "Strike two. You get one more before it's my turn."

J'onn could only frown. It was clear that Dr. Destiny was allowing the logic of his dream realm to influence reality. It was why he stood in his dream form rather than as John Dee. Unfortunately, the effects of allowing dream logic to run rampant could not be a good thing. The portal needed to be shut sooner rather than later.

Again, Batgirl took out a couple batarangs. She seemed completely determined to hit her foe with them, no matter how many tries she had to take. It seemed so useless. Once more, she threw them, one leading the other.

"And this is how you let me down. How disappointing," Dr. Destiny said.

As expected, the first batarang changed into a cloud of smoke, just like the first ones. However, a moment after the second suddenly exploded, the force of the explosion crashing right into Dr. Destiny's face and causing him to cry out, stumbling backwards as he did so.

That's when Black Canary rushed in. As Dr. Destiny—and J'onn as well—focused on Batgirl, the blonde woman had been edging towards the Dream God, just waiting for the opportunity to strike, one that Batgirl gave her. The moment she was within striking distance, she slammed her fist into her opponent's face, causing his head to snap to one side. She followed up that blow with her other fist, ramming it into his face and snapping his head in the other direction. She continued to turn in the same direction as her last punch, leaping into the air as she lashed out with a leg. The heel of her foot landed the last hit, knocking Dr. Destiny off of his feet and sending him tumbling to the ground.

Suddenly, the flames covering the alleyway faded away. It was as if they had never been there to begin with, and the panic J'onn felt began to ebb away. The vigilantes' assault must have broken the god's concentration, which ended the fire.

Well done, ladies.

There was a snarl and Dr. Destiny shoved himself up, twisting his upper body around to glare at Black Canary. "You'll pay for that," he growled.

The blonde vigilante assumed a defensive stance, both of her fists held out in front of her. She didn't even bother responding to the god.

Unfortunately, Dr. Destiny's attack didn't come from him, but below Black Canary. The ground began to cave in, causing the blonde woman to sink downward. Eyes widening, she jerked her head to look downward, seeing the very pavement she had been standing on suddenly appearing as quicksand. Her feet were already buried in the ravenous sand, quickly reaching the top of her boots.

J'onn's eyes flashed orange and suddenly Black Canary stopped her sinking. In fact, a moment later and she was standing on solid ground once more, the vigilante looking perplexed.

"Stop interfering!" Dr. Destiny yelled as he forced himself onto his feet. His anger was directed at the Martian now, a mistake on his part. Barreling through the air in his blind spot was Batgirl, having been released from her own foot trap by the break in the Dream God's focus, the young girl performing a flying kick that nailed her foe on the back of his head, causing him to stumble. He cried out as he tried to regain his balance, Batgirl bounding away before he could retaliate.

J'onn saw this as a prime opportunity for him. Pushing himself off off the ground, he took to flight, flying right for his opponent. The moment he reached him, he slammed a fist right into the god's abdomen, knocking the wind right out of Dr. Destiny. As he gasped, J'onn threw another fist, ramming it into his face and knocking him backwards.

At least, that was the intent. Before he went more than a step, Dr. Destiny suddenly grabbed onto J'onn's arm, stopping his stumbling. Whipping his face up to look right at the Martian, the skull face of the god suddenly erupted into flames, causing J'onn to flinch. "Big mistake, Martian," he growled.

Flinching away as he held up his free hand to shield his face from the flames, J'onn felt panic run up and down his spine. Fortunately, before he suffered any longer, Batgirl and Black Canary rushed in. Each one wrapped their arms around one of Dr. Destiny's and forced him away, slamming him up against the brick wall of the alley.

The flames around his skull face suddenly ended and a malicious grin appeared. Before the Gotham vigilantes could react, the wall on either side of Dr. Destiny bulged outward before they became hands, ones large enough to wrap around both women, pinning their arms to their sides. The hands extended out, forcing the both of them to fly backwards until they collided with the wall on the opposite side of the alley. The women cried out from the collision, their faces—at least Black Canary's visible face—twisted with pain.

Seeing this, J'onn began to shape shift. His body stretched out as he grew larger, his face forming a snout and long whiskers. Scales began to form along his body as his arms and legs shrank and became claws and talons. Soon, he was a green Chinese-style dragon and he surged forward, ramming himself face first into the brick arms. They didn't stand a chance as he burst through one and then the other, curving upward into the air soon after so that he towered over the alley's occupants, hissing to ward off threats.

The arm and hand that held Black Canary completely crumbled, dropping the woman so that she landed on her feet. Unfortunately, the hand holding Batgirl remained intact, the arm ending its crumbling right at the wrist, so she was still held captive.

Dr. Destiny just stared up at the Martian-turned-dragon. "You wish to do this again, I see," he remarked. "Unfortunately, two giants battling it out is rather dull. Let's try something new."

That's when the Dream God began to change. He hunched over until he fell onto his hands and knees. Fur began to sprout all along his body, along with a tail. Orange and black stripes formed a pattern along her fur. Soon, he was a tiger, though the face was a skull, clearly identifying who it was.

Hissing, J'onn drew up his serpentine body, then lashed out with it. Immediately, Dr. Destiny pounced, leaping into the air with fangs bared. With one paw drawn back, he slashed it down on top of J'onn's elongated body, slicing right through the scales, leaving bloody claw marks. J'onn let out a roar even as the skull-faced tiger bounced off of the dragon body towards the alley wall, bouncing off of it so that he could go higher. J'onn spotted his feline foe hurling towards him, reaching out with his claws and baring his fangs as he closed in on his head.

Leaning backwards, J'onn flexed his body so that he could duck the approaching tiger. He managed to avoid the claws and teeth as Dr. Destiny flew over his head and neck, then lunged forward. He wrapped his scaly body around the tiger, then constricted as tightly as he could. There was a panicked scream from Dr. Destiny, even as he sank his claws into the dragon's flesh. The tiger bit down on what he could, over and over delivering bite after bite. J'onn felt every puncture and fought through the pain as he continued to squeeze.

And then the tiger's body exploded into orange fluid. J'onn was surprised by this, but his surprise was quickly replaced with agony. Letting out a shriek, he spasmed as the orange fluid spattered all over him, immediately burning him.

Acid—Dr. Destiny had turned himself into a corrosive liquid at a moment's notice. Immediately, J'onn began transforming his own chemistry, focusing on hydrogen dioxide. His dragon body turned blue, losing its solidity. Then he fell apart, raining down on the ground as a mixture of water and acid.

For a moment, J'onn felt concern for Batgirl and Black Canary. This move would surely leave them vulnerable to Dr. Destiny's acid as it fell, but he couldn't not help the overwhelming feeling of relief he felt. For a moment, he wallowed in the feeling before he mustered the effort to reform.

Gathering up as much of the water that he had become, he pulled it to one location, abandoning any portion that had bonded and diluted the acid. It was best to leave those pieces as he could replace them. Soon the water began pooling together, rising upward as they took on a greenish tint. Then the rising water took on a solid form as it continued to rise and then J'onn reformed his Martian body.

Quickly, he looked towards the Gotham vigilantes, finding Batgirl still in the grasp of the hand that captured her, though it was clear she was safe from the falling water and acid. That was a relief. As for Black Canary—

Suddenly, a hand exploded through J'onn's chest. His breath caught itself in his throat as his orange eyes bulged out. Looking down, he saw a bloody, gloved hand, a beating heart in its grasp. Veins and arteries were still connected to it, allowing blood flow to continue as the heart pulsed over and over.

"I'm quite certain you've never had this nightmare before," Dr. Destiny spoke behind him. "Tell me what that is like. I would ask if you'd dream about this moment, but let's face it, you won't be living for much longer."

J'onn fell to his knees, gasping as pain wracked his body. This had the unfortunate result of Dr. Destiny's arm pulling back through his body, taking the heart with it. He was keenly aware when his heart emerged out of his back, still firmly held by the Dream God.

"That was rather gross," he commented. "I kinda liked it. I can't wait until I do this on another. Perhaps one of these women will volun—"

That's when Black Canary reappeared. J'onn wasn't sure where she had come from, but he felt one of her feet press down on his shoulder. That was followed by the woman grabbing Dr. Destiny by his purple cloak with both hands, helping to steady herself.

And then she unleashed an ungodly scream.

It was pure instinct that J'onn drew his own ears into his head, helping to silence the ear-splitting sound. Weakly, he turned his head to one side so he could see what was going on behind him.

The very air between Black Canary and Dr. Destiny was warped. What looked like a column of rings flew from the blonde woman's mouth and washed over Dr. Destiny's face. The skull-faced man had his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his mouth open in a silent scream as he was bombarded with the scream.

Then his grip on J'onn's heart slipped. Immediately, J'onn sucked it back into his body, closing the bloody hole soon after. All the while, he could see the form of Dr. Destiny flickering between his dream self and John Dee.

If there was ever an opportunity to defeat him, this was it.

He had to be quick, though. As much as he wanted to recover from having an internal organ forcibly removed from his body, there was no telling how long Black Canary could keep this up. So he forced his body into a gaseous state and forced it to move around Dr. Destiny and Black Canary. He reformed into his solid form once he was behind the Dream God, both of his hands held up.

He then clamped his hands on either side of Dr. Destiny's head, the Martian's eyes glowing a brilliant orange. He did not hesitate as he unleashed the full scope of his telepathic abilities, drilling right into Dr. Destiny's mind and shutting it down.

For a moment, the three combatants stood there, and then they collapsed. Black Canary abruptly stopped her scream as her mouth shut, her focus on landing on her feet. J'onn kneeled down as Dr. Destiny collapsed to the ground, ending up on his side thanks to the Martian. The appearance of Dr. Destiny immediately vanished, leaving John Dee lying there, the whites of his eyes showing that he was clearly unconscious. Some drool was leaking out of his gaping mouth.

Then J'onn promptly dropped to one knee, breathing heavily. He felt a hand touch his shoulder—most likely Black Canary due to concern—but he ignored it. He just needed time to recover. He would be fine as long as he could do that.

He would be fine.

Stone gave way to cool air as Diana burst out of the church. She held Eris close to her as they flew higher and higher into the air, drifting towards the skyscrapers of Gotham.

Beginning to feel the Goddess of Discord squirm against her, Diana then pushed the redhead away from her with one hand, making sure to hold her there as she drew her other fist back. She then slammed her fist into Eris' face, snapping her head to one side, stunned by the blow.

Immediately, Diana released her hold and began sending punch after punch, each one knocking Eris' head from side to side, their momentum carrying further through the air. Finally, the Amazon lunged upward as she clasped both hands together over her head. Swinging them downward, she landed a jackhammer blow that sent Eris careening towards the roof of a building, where she burst through and disappeared from view. Windows on the top floor blew out, sending glass falling to the street below as dust rushed out of the jagged openings.

Angling her body, the dark-haired woman flew right for the hole the goddess had made, coming to a landing on the floor. Her blue eyes narrowed at the lack of damage to said floor considering the force Eris had hit the roof. She should have blown right through—

Something powerful rammed into her side, sending the Amazon hurling through the air until she crashed into a wall. Grunting, she placed a hand on the cracked wall and glared back the way she had come. There stood Eris, her hand pointed towards her as a brilliant light shown from her palm.

A beam suddenly fired and Diana shot up an arm. The beam hit her silver bracer, bouncing it towards another wall, where it was detonated.

This did not deter Eris as she fired beam after beam, each one Diana bounced away as she weaved her arms in a familiar flow. Each deflection caused a frown to deepen on the redhead's face, irritating her more and more.

Let her become frustrated, she would only make a mistake that way. More troubling was that Eris was using energy blasts. She hadn't had that power before, or so Diana was aware. The Gods drew their power from their status and strife and discord, though destructive, lacked physical manifestations. They were visceral, emotional. They led to destructive actions.

Suddenly, something wrapped around one of Diana's arms and she was yanked back towards the damaged wall. Jerking her head to a side, she saw plant vines wrapped around her forearm, then quickly realized more were entrapping her other arm, legs, and enveloping her waist. Searching for a source, she found a couple potted plants that had clearly outgrown their pots. It was then Diana realized they were in some sort of office and this one had someone that thought a plant would bring color to the room.

She rather not liked that person at the moment.

"Now then, let's see you get away from this one," Eris taunted, even as a vine moved into Diana's view. Its end seemed to stare at her, plotting its next course of action before large thrones suddenly shot out of its green flesh.

Pulling her arms, she easily ripped apart the restraining vegetation and grabbed the thorny vine. Squeezing it with her hand, she crushed it, causing chlorophyll to spurt out beneath her fingers, looking very much like green blood. She then jerked her hand, tearing the thorny end off its stem and then hurled it right at Eris.

The gloating look on her face had changed the moment Diana threw her own plant back at her. Eris shifted to a side, allowing it to pass right by her. In the meantime, the Amazon Princess marched towards her foe, the vines wrapped around her legs ripping apart with little resistance. Once she was"free" she took to the air, speeding towards Eris and ramming right into her. She flew them right into a wall and once again burst right through it, sending debris falling to the ground far below.

Once again, Diana pushed out with one hand against Eris, but this time, she angled the goddess below her. Raising up her other arm, she held it bent at the elbow right before she swung it down, smashing it on top of the redhead and sending her hurling down towards the ground. She ended up crashing into the side of a building, perhaps three, four stories up, but this time she didn't burst into it. Instead she ended up leaving a trench as her body tore into the building's face, stopping only when she hit the ground below, a cloud of dust lifting up into the air.

Diana glided down towards the street, landing on the pavement moments later. By then, Eris was stumbling out into the open, her dress ripped in places that showed her green-tinted skin. There was no harm to the skin though, not even a scrap or bloody cut. "Will you quit doing that?" she demanded heatedly.

"Only when you stop allowing me to," Diana replied coolly.

"Funny," Eris spat. "But fine, if that's how you want to play this, then so be it."

Diana was certain she had hurt her opponent's pride. The Gods were a prideful people, their arrogance causing them to look down on anyone they view inferior and to them all mortals were that. Being tossed around was not something they were used to and Eris was getting her fill of it tonight.

That was when she held up her hand again, the same glow from earlier appearing. However, this time Diana could see it wasn't her actual hand glowing as much as it was the stone she held in her grasp.

There was a loud CRACK! Suddenly, the asphalt at Diana's feet split apart, a small gap widening into a bigger one with incredible speed. Water suddenly sprayed upwards, a powerful geyser that threw the Amazon up into the air.

This really didn't hurt the dark-haired woman. It was more surprising than anything. But then the water that was washing over her became very cold, very quickly. In fact, she could feel ice crystals forming, which was not something she was expecting. Her arms were becoming still, hard to move thanks to the growing layer of ice on them.

Then a large plant vine exploded out of the crevice in the ground, rushing upwards through the air and wrapping around Diana's body. Before she could react, she was yanked downward, arcing through the air until she was slammed on the ground. The air in her lungs was forced out of her, leaving her breathless.

Then she was thrown back up into the air, swinging once again in an arc before she was slammed back down on the street. However, the next moment has her swept to one side, bouncing across the pavement until she hit into the face of a building opposite the one Eris had hit previously.

"Ow," Diana moaned once the dust settled. That had happened so quickly that she would not have been surprised if only a couple seconds had passed, though it surely had to be longer. Before she could continue to recover though, she was yanked back into the air, but this time held in midair.

Strolling towards her was Eris, holding up the glowing stone in her hand. "I rather like this," she commented casually. "Would you actually believe a mortal created this? A mortal!"

"You would be surprised what Man's World has devised," Diana responded.

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Eris shrugged. "Obviously with this stone, of course. I've never encountered anything like it. There's no telling what its limits are."

Diana had a suspicion then. Eris firing blasts from her hand, suddenly forming ice around her, those were not powers she had possessed. That stone, imbued with untold power, could that be responsible for those strange phenomenon? She was leaning to yes. "I'll make sure you never find out those limits," she said defiantly.

Eris rolled her eyes. "Please, Princess. You are in no position to tell me what to do. It's so easy to use, an infant could do it. Why, I bet I could break the barrier that keeps us Olympians removed from this world."

Diana stiffened. The barrier that Eris eluded to was the physical manifestation of Zeus' decree that kept the Gods from this world. Destroying it was a disaster waiting to happen. No matter the intent of an Olympian, whatever they touched or created ended up causing disaster. It was what they were. Allowing them to return to this realm was not a good idea.

"First though, I believe I need to become more familiar with this stone," Eris then said. She then directed a malicious look towards the Amazon Princess. "And you'll make the perfect guinea pig."