On the flat domes of this city. 4 men stand, completed their scheme. Armour vested on their distinguished-shaped bodies. Everyone deviate from each other. Stand like rookie-lacked soldiers, with jacked up holds.
"It's showdown", Reynold nuded out.
Supergirl, Oliver, and Slade blur in fast pace to their location, landing in hard locomotions.
"You idiots are fools to challenge us", Reynold mocked. Pacing a tip of a distant tree. "We have the strengths of 200 men surging inside us. Your suit won't save you from the like of us".
"And I have the powers that go-on par with the likes of god-like beings and powerful geniuses", Kara professed, expository that they'll win this. Not because of her powers but the relentlessness that they won't slip in the dog holes.
"You have no idea who you're up against", Metallo taxed.
"Oh we know who we're facing, just a regular day-job folks who don't know when to chain their place", Oliver remarks. Quaint in aiming a goal, to finish them down in their last fight with them.
Two sides go swedge in battle, like a toss of chess thrown at each other.
Oliver, whom is masked, skirmishes with Jellyman and Expendable. Bonging an arrow, laid from his quiver to his bow, Oliver bolts a freezing arrow on Expendable, struck on his thigh, freezing him in the process. Though he won't hold, which Oliver is aware of, it did grant the latter enough time to overlap with Jellyman.
The purple jelly-structured figure heaves a quantum of its structure to Oliver, which he rolled down, hastily. Oliver clings two arrows from his quiver, on his bow, flicking the said shots, dosed with flames. When it hit the bogeyman's nose, fire expands inside his functioning system, hailing him to in-between course in the real world and hell. The flames lit the pain that aches inside him, the latter screams, highly pitched, in an unpleasant sensation. Not even his armour could unfaze him from the spirited ablazes.
Expendable, whom froze for a minute, which was more than enough for Oliver to deal with his partner, broke out.
"You're gonna pay you little prick!", the elastic figure yelled at Oliver, who stands in position with the bow.
Slade takes on Metallo, who was notioned not to head-butt Supergirl from the Vigilante himself. Slade draws forth two M4 Carbines, springing forth a million bullets on a metal figure, who's unruffled from the effect of every bullet syringed at him. Metallo, nighed in range to Slade, horizontal axis, swirls the latter, pushing him back.
"You're weapons can't hurt me, Vigilante", said Metallo.
Slade spits blood out, ignoring the robotic can's line. He renders his two deadliest katannas, launching himself backforth to Metallo.
The two swap kicks and punches, Slade's the one in the pained spot, whatsoever with worn armour. Metallo's greatly unfazed, his body consists of metal and a worn suit of Nth metal.
Slade dodges, foxily, under Metallo's oscillating curve blow, going back in attempts to strike him the same reason he held. Slade seeked every possible weakness the latter, in the interior, locked within him. Couldn't find it, and it was a bad time when his last strike transmitted into his face, swilled, losing balance, and blood dripping in his mouth. Deadly pug whistles a kick from the leg, grudging Slade in the gut. Slade whinges a low pitched stain. Phased back.
Oliver, over and over again, evades most of Expendables attacks. Like groups of beelines charge him in a fixed line.
Expendable, pissed and disappointed at his failure to land a blow to knock him down, augments his whole body, hammering his hand on Oliver. Oliver, in fresh bones, slips back but the backwash of the dome's ceiling diminishing briefly levitates Oliver, losing his balance. The archer grunts as Expendable broke his poetic chores of the dodging instinct.
"Cheap", archer scoffed. Eyes on Expendable's crater fist. Oliver rolls his body sideways to the left, in time to save himself from his smack in the ground.
Oliver kneels up. His eyes turn to the perimeter around him, it's slowly breaking like an egg, slowly. Man with bow withdraw two arrows, cocked in his signature weapon. Explosive arrows.
'If I'm right what this dome holds, then this could be my ticket to stopping him for good', Oliver rethinks to himself. Breathing. Only thing that shakes his body. His strength and stamina depletes, this is his last end to the stretching, tropical, monstrous, pertained humanoid.
"You just going to stand here", Expendable questions. But another thought itched his mind. "No. You're just too weak to even lift a finger". His laugh echoes the points of a bigger life form, bulked with balloon-shaped fats.
Thunderous slap, razed from the plastic figure, aimed over his head. Malicious intend in squabbling him down.
Before the time lapsed in, Oliver, using this remainder of time, chucks four arrows from his quiver, dropped on random points around their stage. Oliver flees back, prior to each arrow's detonation. Once he falls back, the arrows explode, devastating the roof beneath Expendable.
"What is this?", Expendable demands.
"My way of turning the tables over you", Oliver answered, chargeable of taking the credit of taking one difficult metahuman down, that could've been difficult for Barry to phase against, in certain standards.
Roofs completely collapse into a differed lengths and heights, inducing the large monstrosity to his fall. The reasoned fall that led to the latter circuiting loathsome shocks, eternally prior to the sparking blaze fading away.
Supergirl and Reynold go at it all. In mid air. Luckily no guards were patrolling in the aired area they're in.
Supergirl thrusts her strongest punch on him, having failed too many times to avoid his hits over a short period of time. Reynold blocks it, precise in learning her fighting style so quickly. He reasons the same jar Supergirl monumented on her, thrusting a punch, which glowed a snappy fire, on Supergirl's head, attempting to break her helmet. Kara adopts her other hand to thoroughly catch his wrist. The intensity of the red sun textured-flame sweats Kara in the inside, perspiring her. Kara attempts to defer herself from getting knocked out.
"You can't win!", yelled Reynold, deranged, not seeing clearly that Kara was holding back, just reaching her levels of strength, slowly.
Kara rays in her body, questing for any sway tremble that tempts her, in the inside, to exert more force in her strength.
The search lasted for 20 seconds, Reynold was close to the winning side, he could feel it. Kara, on the other hand, tries to cast about any energy left inside her.
"Come on", Kara silently screams. Shades of red take a toll on her, to the point Kara, regardless of her suit's protection.
"You can't win, admit your defeat!"
"I won't...give...up!". The bravery Kara sets-free was the moment that Kara retained all her strength to break Reynold's wrist, dis-functioning his aura of red sun.
Reynold pierces a far distant cry. His response to the pain of his wrist's bones fractured. "You...bitch!", he called.
Supergirl was unfazed by this. She motioned in fast pace over to Reynold, smacking a blow, that it's air weighted all over on him. Reynold falls back, down the towers of the city, to the ground.
The slow collapse of the lateral dimensions prompted everyone to make a run for the safe side. For the better.
Smoke fades out. Revealing Reynold beat down in a big pit, produced from Kara's brawny strength. His armour shattered.
Kara finally draws a breath, finalising her end of the deal with him.
She soon turns over to Oliver, who saved Slade from Metallo.
Metallo's pushing Oliver a thousand times the metres back. The archer, who ran out of arrows, used his bow as a staff to swift any force he could exert on Metallo. No avail did it occur to him. He was unstoppable.
He's slightly bruised, enduring a few hits from Metallo's heavy blows. Until Kara glided down to his help.
"Need some service, from your girl", Kara offered, winking at him, though it'd be unwilling both ways.
"I can handle-". Oliver couldn't complete his sentence. Metallo froze. Using this unintended rare opportunity, Oliver slaps his bow to shatter the robotic figure's body, splitting it into puzzles. One that could take years to puzzle them all back, not that it would resurrect him from the dead. Oliver turned to Kara, whom flew down. "I could've handled it".
Kara brushes his head, though it's covered by the mask, like a little boy. "Don't be so impulsive about this. We won, fair and square", Kara happily exclaimed. The girl lifts her hand for a nod in the slap-handshake.
Oliver reposed his waiting stance, till he finally admits defeat, proving it by slapping a hand on hers.
Kara, motioned, forwards herself in hugging her boyfriend, kissing her in an instant process.
"We should do this another time", she cheerfully expressed, although met with Oliver's dishonoured look. "Or not".
Slade still lies flat by the ledge, which Oliver and Kara helped pick him up. Their fight with them concludes their win.