Disclaimer: None of the League here are mine, and Eilidh and Fiona belong to themselves and their names are used here with their permission. The same applies for Sarah and Jeremy Nivern (Although Sarah's the only one of the two I like) and Gash
Feedback: Much appreciated
Lady Moon3: Yeah, that guy's here, along with two others who owe their entire abilities to Hyde. Hope they live up to your expectations.
Kaudrim: Valid point, and you're perfectly entitled to that view. However, I like to include a few film characters as well, given that they have their own fair share of things in the modern day and age. By the way... no offence intended, but why are you calling Doctor Who a literary character? He started out on a TV show.
Lunawolf: A couple of them are vamps, but the others... well, read on and see.
AN: This chapter's a lot longer than the others, but it just turned out that way. Anyway, hope it meets with your approval.
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
Spinning around, all nine League members (Eilidh included, at least for the moment) quickly scanned the warehouse for the source of the voice. It wasn't hard to spot him. Standing a few feet behind them, between them and the now-closed door, was a man well over six feet tall, with black hair, long fingernails, and red eyes. He was dressed from head-to-foot in dark blue, and his shirt bulged out slightly around his shoulder blades. He had a small glass phial in his left hand, which he was turning around and around as he looked at the League.
He was surrounded by eight figures, all of which appeared fairly capable of putting up an excellent fight when the need arose.
Two of them were large, reaching almost seven feet in height, and their entire upper bodies were covered in ridiculously huge muscles.
The two beside them looked fairly normal, but the razor-sharp fangs poking over their lips gave away their vampire nature fairly easily. (Angel noted with relief that the vampires were Warriors rather than Draculas, but it still wasn't that much comfort.) They had some powerful-looking automatic weapons on their hips,
The next two along the line appeared to just be extremely muscular and extremely hairy men at first glance, but a closer look revealed that they had the heads of dogs, with extremely large teeth to go with them. They were standing on their hind legs, and looked like they just wanted to leap on the League straight away.
The last two were rather unimpressive when compared to the others. They were a man and a woman in around their early twenties, dressed in long black leather coats and black costumes that made them look like bikers, and had several weapons strapped around their waists. They had a similarity to each other that gave them the appearance of being brother and sister, except that the woman had brown hair and the man black. The man had stitches across his right eyebrow, but otherwise appeared to be in good health.
Unable to reach for his gun, Bond simply stepped forward.
"I normally prefer to know people I'm about to fight," he said, looking at the first man with a determined glint in his eye. "So, you are?"
"Sorry for forgetting to make the introductions," the man replied. "My name is Gash. These are my trained assassins- the werewolves are Cerberus and Argus, the vampires are Karsano and Vladimir, the Hydes are Janus and Harvey, and the assassins are Sarah and Jeremy Nivern. You nine are, I believe, the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." He grinned. "By the way, why do you call yourselves Gentlemen when there are four women in your team?"
"Well, you see, the reason for that is that nobody's been able to come up with something that's less gender specific and has the right kind of ring to it," the Doctor replied, having pulled out his yo-yo and started to playing with it while looking over the nine people in front of him. "I'm working on it, but we'll call ourselves 'Gentlemen' until something better comes along."
"Really?" Gash replied, looking with a slight degree of confusion at the Doctor. Then he passed it aside and looked at the League. "You have been hired to stop my master. That, of course, none of us can permit. Therefore, I come to you all with a basic offer; join us, or you die."
"And if we beat you?" Gwen asked.
"You shall still die," Gash replied. "It shall simply be in a different manner; you cannot hope to guess what it is."
"Would it have anything to do with the extremely basic time rings that are clasped to the wrists of Mr and Miss Nivern and yourself?" the Doctor inquired casually.
Gash glanced down at his wrist, where the bronze-coloured bracelet, complete with a couple of blinking buttons, was clearly visible.
"All right," he said, looking up at the Doctor. "So you have some scientific talents. It won't help you survive the next few minutes." He looked back at his various... associates, for lack of a better term. "Kill them."
As the attackers stepped forward, Harry whipped out his wand, pointed it at Sarah, yelled out, "Impedimentia!" and spun around until his wand had hit Jeremy.
Instantly, all the attackers were completely paralyzed, looks of rage frozen on their faces.
Harry looked down at his wand. "Well, that was lucky," he said, looking back at the rest of the League.
Elektra spoke for them all. "What... what just happened?" she asked Harry.
"Oh, it's simple enough; I just cast the Impediment Jinx, a spell that freezes anything it hits in one position for a brief amount of time," Harry explained. "The spinning aspect of the thing was a move of desperation on my part, but it's served its purpose of buying us some time." He then turned back towards their would-be killers, twirling his wand as though waiting for them to get moving again.
"So, now that we have the time, does anyone have any idea what he is?" Fiona asked, indicating Gash, who had remained standing while the others had started to walk forward. "Angel? Eilidh? You guys got anything?"
Angel shook his head, but Eilidh nodded.
"I took a brief scan of his mind after Harry froze him," she said. "His thoughts are extremely confusing- I think that he may be a little insane- but apparently, he believes himself to have been given the ability to fly as a result of genetic engineering."
"He can fly?" Bond asked, looking over at Eilidh. "How? Where are his wings?"
"Under his shirt," Clark said. When everyone looked back at him, he shrugged. "Hey, one of my powers is X-ray vision, you know. I just took a quick peek through his shirt and chest, and there they were."
"Right then," Bond said, pulling out his Walther and pulling out a few bullets for it. He looked over at Angel. "Will bullets work on the vampires?" he asked casually.
"They should," Angel replied, checking over the vampires briefly before glancing back towards Bond. "These Warrior vampires may lack some of my more annoying weaknesses- the need for an invitation in order to enter a building, the weakness to holy objects and so on- but they aren't as dangerous as me in one regard; bullets will hurt them, but it just takes a great deal to kill them."
"Right," Bond said, as he slid the bullets into his gun. "In that case, I'll take one of the vampires; Angel, you handle the other." He glanced over at Elektra. "What are your daggers made of?"
"Metal, but they're edged with silver," Elektra replied.
"Right, then you handle one of the werewolves," Angel put in. "Harry, you take the other. Fiona, Doctor, you two had better handle the assassins. The two large ones..." He paused. "What are those things anyway?"
"Gash called them 'Hydes'," the Doctor put in. "Based on the fact that one of the original League's members was Edward Hyde, I assume that someone has managed to find the formula for the serum that created him." He looked over at Clark. "Do you think you can handle him?"
"I'll try," Clark promised.
"I'll handle the other," Gwen said quickly. She glanced over towards Eilidh. "Think you can deal with that Gash character?"
"I'll try," Eilidh promised. "Hey, whatever he is, he still has a mind. As long as he has that, I can take him on; I'll just need a bit of time to prepare."
"Get ready!" Harry yelled, as he noticed Gash's fingers twitch. "They're coming out of it!"
"Right," Bond said, as the League took up positions facing their selected opponents; the Doctor and Jeremy, Fiona and Sarah, Eilidh and Gash, Bond and Vladimir, Gwen and Janus, Clark and Harvey, Elektra and Cerebrus, Harry and Argus, and Angel and Karsano.
"Good luck!" Clark called out...
Just as the opponents started moving again.
The League dived into action as soon as their opponents seemed fully conscious of what was going on. It was fairly easy in some regards; the Doctor, Fiona, Clark and Angel had enough strength to tackle their selected opponents to the ground and shove them off to the side fairly quickly, but the others had to resort to less direct ways to knock down their opponents.
Bond shot the vampire in the stomach, knocking it back a few feet.
Harry muttered 'Expelliarmus!', and the werewolf found itself some feet back.
Elektra slashed at her werewolf and forced it back a few feet.
Eilidh and Gwen knocked their opponents back with electricity and telekinetic energy respectively.
With their opponents a bit more spread-out now, the League were able to target them individually with greater ease. Instantly, the warehouse became a scene of conflict, with each League member struggling desperately with their selected opponent.
Bond found out fairly quickly what Angel had meant by Warrior vampires being able to take a great deal of punishment; he'd shot Vladimir with four bullets already, each of them around the chest area, and the vampire was still coming, admittedly slightly slower than he'd been moving earlier.
Deciding to change tactics, Bond put his gun into his pocket (He didn't have the time to put the gun into its holster), and kicked the vampire in the head. If the vampire had been human, it would probably have gained a broken jaw from the kick, but since it wasn't, it was only dazed slightly.
Bond groaned a little. He'd rarely faced an opponent that was definitely stronger than he was; most of his foes were better than him in some areas, but weaker in others. Vladimir, it would appear, was neither of the above.
Whipping out his gun again, Bond prayed he could hold it back long enough for one of the others to help him out.
"Knock it off!" Janus roared at Gwen, as she used her breaking-and-entering training to keep one step ahead of the man mountain's punches, coupled with a few blasts of electricity to push her further up into the air. "You can't fight me! I'm pure! You're not! You don't matter to me at all!"
"Then how come I'M the one leading this dance?" Gwen inquired casually, as she leapt back in a spiral to land some feet away from Janus. However, she was groaning about this whole situation inwardly; how do you stop something that can punch through solid metal walls?
Angel was finding Karsano to be a more difficult challenge than he'd expected. Normally Warrior vampires weren't much of a match for a vampire of his age and kind, but this guy could match him almost blow for blow. On the plus side, his foe didn't have any guns, so at least he wasn't obviously outmatched.
He just wished the odds were a bit more even
Dammit! Harry thought to himself, as he ran from Argus as fast as he could. He would have used another spell on the werewolf, but he couldn't think of anything to say of the top of his head. The only option available to him was Avada Kedavra, and after his final fight with Voldemort, he'd made a vow to himself to never use that spell again.
If he didn't come up with a decent spell soon, he made a private vow to resign from the League; why have a wizard on the team when he couldn't get a decent spell to stop a rampaging werewolf?
"Well, you're pretty good," Sarah commented, as she faced the Doctor. "It's been a while since I faced a foe who could knock me down." Then her face hardened. "But I have never met the man who could best me in one-on-one combat." Reaching underneath her long leather coat, she pulled out two swords and tossed one to the Doctor, who caught it with a graceful ease. "Care to try me?"
In reply, the Doctor threw his scarf over his shoulder and held his sword out in front of him. "En garde?" he asked politely.
Then Sarah leapt on him, bringing the sword towards his face. Quickly, the Doctor bought the blade up, blocking Sarah's blow.
Spinning the sword, the Doctor went on the offensive, driving Sarah back despite his obvious disadvantage of rather cumbersome clothing. Trying to take his mind of the struggles of his friends, the Doctor forced himself to concentrate on Sarah.
One mistake, and he was in trouble...
"Shit!" Elektra whispered, as she only barely managed to deflect a slash from Cerberus's claws. If her memory was accurate, in all the stories she'd heard about werewolves as a child, anyone cut by a werewolf became one themselves, and she wasn't ready to become that extraordinary.
I'll settle with being a flashy pair of daggers for the moment, thank you very much, she thought up to whoever would be listening. Then, seeing an opportunity, she stabbed Cerberus on his left arm, drawing blood and tearing muscle.
Howling in agony, Cerberus reeled back, allowing Elektra to get a few feet away from the deranged wolf. She need a bit of a breather to come up with a better plan of attack before she did anything stupid.
Unfortunately, as Cerberus tore her dagger out and threw it aside, it would appear that just one stab wouldn't get her the time she needed.
Launching a powerful punch at Harvey's chest, Clark was surprised when the blow only knocked the Hyde back a few feet; normally, when he hit something that hard, they were out of the fight at once.
These Hydes were tough. He doubted he'd taken on anything capable of taking his most powerful blows without sustaining some kind of bruise, but all that had happened here was the Hyde had been knocked back for a few seconds.
As it got back up, Clark shifted into top speed, and began to dash to different locations all around his opponent. If nothing else, he might be able to confuse the thing long enough to come up with a better strategy.
"So... Gash, huh?" Eilidh said, standing in front of the mysterious man, her arms in a combat position despite the fact that she mostly never touched her opponents when fighting them. "Just out of curiosity, what kind of name is that?"
Gash grinned at her. "An apt one," he said, as he opened the phial in his hand and swallowed its contents. He then raised his hands back in a manner that reminded Eilidh of something she'd seen in a trailer for the film X- Men 2. What character had done that pose again?
Oh yeah... she recalled hearing somewhere that the woman was called Lady Deathstrike. Why was Gash taking up that particular stance...?
Then his fingernails extended. Looking up at his face, Eilidh saw that it had gone from its formally handsome appearance to be disfigured by some extremely sharp teeth and a rapidly protruding nose, along with rising ears.
Wait a minute... Eilidh shook her head. Had she just been thinking that a guy who was trying to kill her was handsome? She didn't have the time for that!
Looking back at Gash, she noted that, not only was he growing hair, but his shirt had broken to reveal the large brown wings on his back, resembling an eagle's. Grinning a little, he spread his arms wide.
Eilidh gulped. He almost looked like the werewolves that Harry and Elektra were trying to stop, baring the wings and the larger muscles. Come to that, the muscles resembled the muscles of those guys that Clark and Elektra were fighting...
Oh, shit, Eilidh thought to herself, as the reason for Gash's chaotic thoughts became clear.
Not only had he been genetically engineered to be capable of flight, but he was a werewolf that had been mutated with the Hyde serum to boot.
As he leapt towards her, Eilidh barely managed to erect a psychic force field in time to prevent him scratching her. At the same time, she was trying to come up with a decent defence against this guy; based on what she remembered of The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde, the serum gave the drinker a second personality to go with his new body.
Would her abilities actually work against a guy with double personalities?
Given that Gash didn't seem to be exactly sane in either persona, would that make any difference?
Fiona winced a little as Jeremy slashed at her with one of the rather deadly-looking daggers that was part of her arsenal. This assassin was proving a bit more challenging than she'd assumed at first; Fiona had hoped that, given that she'd struck the first blow, she'd have been able to finish Jeremy off without having to resort to invisibility. However, as it was becoming apparent, there was no way she'd be able to stop this guy without turning invisible, and it would appear that she wouldn't get the chance to change any time soon.
(A.N. Just to explain things here, Fiona needs to concentrate on turning invisible for a couple of seconds before she can actually change; it's not the kind of thing she can do at the drop of a hat.)
Jeremy smirked a little as the former scientist stood opposite him, clutching her wounded arm. "You know, this is really a little anticlimactic," he said, as he spun the dagger around in her hand before sliding it back into his belt. "I was expecting that a member of the legendary League of Extraordinary Gentlemen would put up more of a fight than a couple of hard blows in the early stages of the fight. Honestly, what made you think you ever qualified as one of them?"
Fiona ground her teeth together at that comment. Looking up at Jeremy, she grinned slightly at the assassin.
"You want me to show you what makes me extraordinary?" she asked casually, as though the two of them were discussing what to wear to a party. "Then try this!"
She launched a powerful punch at Jeremy's head. Just as she'd anticipated, Jeremyducked underneath her fist, allowing Fiona to make her real move; a kick, aimed directly at the side of Jeremy's head.
It didn't do as much damage as it might have done (Fiona missed the pressure point of the skull and hit his ear instead), but it still served its purpose. Tough or not, Jeremy couldn't take a blow that hard and remain conscious.
He collapsed to the ground in heap. Fiona wasn't arrogant enough to think that the assassin was down; she hadn't even kicked him that hard anyway. All she needed was a couple of seconds to focus, and...
Bingo.
She could see through her eyelids.
She was invisible.
"Oh, Jeeeremmmmy?" she said, in a mockingly sweet voice. "Care to try me now?"
Looking up from the floor, Jeremy looked up at where Fiona was currently standing, and blinked in surprise.
"What the..." he asked, sounding a little scared. "Where are you?"
"Right here," Fiona replied, grinning a little as she walked around to stand behind her opponent. It was at times like this that she was grateful she wasn't like the original League's invisible man; she wasn't sure how she'd manage to fight someone while she was completely naked. "Tell me, do you think I'm so pathetic now?"
Jeremy grinned a little as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of high-tech goggles. "Yes, actually," he replied, as he slid the goggles onto his eyes. "You see, Im Ho Tep- my boss- guessed that one of your team would be invisible, so he had these specially designed to deal with you."
"Pardon?" Fiona asked.
"They're infra-red goggles," Jeremy explained. Then he tapped a button on the side of the goggles, looked back, and grinned. "I can see you."
Whipping out a gun, he fired it directly at Fiona. Fiona ducked, and the bullet only hit her arm. It hurt slightly, but didn't draw blood.
"What the...?" Jeremy said, looking up at Fiona, the contempt that had been on his face so far being replaced with a very different expression.
Fear.
Fiona grinned at the shocked assassin. "What I lack in reflection, I make up for in resilience," she informed the assassin, smiling at his steadily more horrified expression. "Now, where were we? Oh yes; I was kicking your ass."
Then she launched another kick at Jeremy's head. This one, rather than knock Jeremy down, knocked the infra-red goggles off his face, where they shattered on the ground. While Jeremy was still reeling from the shock, Fiona launched a punch at his stomach, knocking the jerk down to the ground, gasping for air to replace what had been knocked out by the blow. A quick kick to the head, and Jeremy was out of it.
Crouching down beside the man, Fiona picked up Jeremy's left wrist, where the thing that the Doctor had called a 'Time Ring' was clasped. Pulling it off, Fiona slipped it into her pocket. Once they'd dealt with these assassins, it might be useful to have some kind of clue available for them to look at.
Quickly looking around at the other League members, Fiona noted that Bond appeared to be having the most difficulty with his opponent; a vampire, if she remembered correctly.
Looking to her left, she noticed a shattered wooden box, with several pointy wooden sticks lying around it.
Perfect.
Picking the largest stick up, Fiona turned towards Bond and Vladimir and charged.
Before Bond had realised what was happening, Vladimir had been impaled by a floating piece of wood just as he was about to bite the spy on the neck.
He looked at the stake curiously. Only two League members could possibly make a stake even appear to be floating, and since Eilidh appeared to be occupied with Gash, there was only one other candidate.
"Fiona?" he asked, looking at the floating stake. "What happened to your opponent?"
"Immobilised," Fiona replied, turning visible again and tossing the stake to one side. Looking around at the other League members, the two of them noted that, while Clark, Angel and the Doctor were able to match their opponents pretty much blow for blow, Harry, Gwen, Elektra and Eilidh were currently in a spot of bother. Since the first three were holding their own well enough, Bond and Fiona instantly decided that their first priorities had to be Elektra and Gwen, who were doing the worst out of all of them.
The two of them looked over at each other, and nodded.
"I'll take Elektra; you aid Gwen," Fiona said, as she turned invisible once again.
"Right," Bond nodded, as he glanced to where Jeremy was currently lying. His Walther may prove ineffective against something as large as Janus, but maybe that assassian had something better...
He noticed a MP5 Submachine gun hanging out from underneath her coat.
Just what he needed.
But, as he ran towards it, Bond could only pray that Gwen would be able to keep Janus back long enough for him to be able to help her.
"Cursed flea!" Janus roared, as Gwen leapt over yet another punch. "Would it KILL you to stay still for a couple of seconds?"
"Well, at the rate you're throwing punches at me... yes!" Gwen yelled, as she blasted Janus with a small jolt of electricity. He only blinked at the pain briefly, and then was back trying to hit her.
Gwen swore under her breath as she fought to back away from the deranged monster. Normally she relied on her powers to help her deal with something like this, but on something as large as Janus, she'd need time to gather her energies. Only a few seconds, of course, but right now Janus didn't seem like he was even going to give her that.
Then, just as she felt her legs get tired, bullets struck Janus from off to the side. They caused a few small scratches, but nothing that looked like it would actually put the sucker down for any length of time.
Turning around, Janus stared at the creature that had dared to try and stop him with a simple gun. He noticed that it was that stupid secret agent, 007, which meant that Vladimir was probably dead.
That's a shame, Janus reflected. I rather liked that guy.
Then he turned back to the business of avenging Vladimir's death. Roaring, he charged towards the spy, who, to his credit, simply stood there and fired at Janus until his gun clicked on empty.
Just before Janus could reach Bond, he suddenly felt something hot, loud and painful strike him in the back, sending his body into spasms.
Electricity, he thought to himself, as he realised what had happened. He'd forgotten about that electric girl.
As he hit the ground, he felt blackness steal across his consciousness. Part of him knew that he was finished, that Gwen's blast had killed him, but the other part assured him that he was just catching a brief rest, and he'd be back to stop the League soon...
Then he was gone.
"Dammit!" Elektra commented, as she found herself locked in a corner, Cerberus blocking her only escape route. She still had one of her daggers available to her, but she hadn't managed to pick up the one she'd lost earlier...
Wait a minute...
Looking over at the dagger in question, Elektra noticed that it now appeared to be floating in mid air, as though it had developed a mind of its own. Based on its height, Elektra knew who it was at once; if Eilidh had been lifting the dagger with her mind, it would probably have been higher up. Therefore, it was Fiona, having dispatched her own opponent and now helping the others.
Unfortunately, it turned out that Cerberus wasn't quiet the mindless animal he'd been acting like. He seemed to notice her looking at something behind him, and looked back to see for himself.
As soon as he saw the dagger in the air, Cerberus growled and began to run towards Fiona.
Great, Elektra thought to herself, as she raised her dagger and aimed at Cerberus's back. Please let this work out better than last time.
She threw it at Cerberus's back. The dagger, silver and all, embedded itself into his spine, just below his neck.
Howling in agony, Cerberus collapsed, writing in agony as the silver spread through his bloodstream.
Walking towards the corpse, Elektra tugged her dagger out, kicking it in the head for good measure.
"You want this back?" Fiona said, standing on Elektra's right with the dagger she'd picked up. She was still invisible, ready for action, and it was possibly that more than anything that reminded Elektra of the danger her new friends were still in.
"Yeah," she said, taking the dagger back from the invisible woman. She smiled at where she hoped Fiona was standing. "Thanks for the save."
"Well, I wasn't planning to do that, but, since we're both alive, what does it matter?" Fiona said, as the two of them turned around to face their friends. Harry was in the most trouble; he was still having trouble staying ahead of Argus, although he was holding his wand in a manner that suggested he had a plan to stop his foe, if only he could put it into practice.
Elektra looked at where she hoped Fiona was standing. "The same for Argus?" she asked.
"Well, at least distract him," Fiona replied.
Nodding, Elektra threw her daggers at the maddened werewolf, striking him in the left arm at once.
Roaring in pain, Argus briefly turned away from Harry to focus on his arm...
And Harry took the opportunity to react.
"Stupefy!" he yelled, firing a jet of energy at Argus from his wand. The werewolf yelped briefly, sounding almost like a whipped puppy, and then collapsed in a dead heap.
Walking towards it, Harry pulled one of Elektra's daggers out of Argus's arm, and, after a couple of seconds, stabbed him in the heart.
Looking over at Elektra and Fiona, he nodded his thanks. Pulling out the other dagger, he held his wand over them, and they both flew directly towards Elektra's hands, stopping exactly where she could grab them.
"You know, this whole thing is rather pointless, Karsano," Angel informed the other vampire, as he knocked the Warrior back as he tried to land a powerful kick on Angel's chest. "You've kept up with me so far, but what happens if this goes on? Do you really want to end your life fighting me?"
"I won't" Karsano smiled, as he suddenly jumped back from Angel and pulled something out from under his coat.
A gun.
"I've been saving this for when I was sure I couldn't put you down in a fight," Karsano explained. "It contains a kind of ammunition devised by our chief scientists to deal with you speicifically; the blood of a Mohra demon. One bullet hits you, and you're back to being a simple human."
"Nope," a voice said from Angel's left. Before either vampire could react to that, the gun in Vladimir's hand had been knocked out by a blast of electricity, and a bullet had lodged itself in his arm.
Looking in the direction the shots, Angel saw that it was Bond and Gwen, apparently having stopped their chosen foes already. Nodding his thanks, he charged towards Karsano, grabbed him by the head, and twisted it sharply to the left.
The vampire fell down in a heap.
Glancing around, Angel noticed Clark was having a bit of a problem with his opponent; he was still hitting Harvey, but he couldn't quite put him down.
Angel made his decision at once. Leaping onto Harvey's back, he shifted into his vampire form and bit down on the monster's neck. His fangs only crazed the monster's neck, but it gave Clark the opportunity he'd been waiting for. Instantly, he charged at Harvey, focusing all his strength into one final punch.
It paid off. Something went crunch in Harvey's chest that Angel was certain was the monster's ribs. Gasping in pain, he fell to the ground.
Clark looked over at Angel. "Thanks for the save," he said simply.
"You're welcome," Angel replied, looking over to where the Doctor and Eilidh were still duelling with their opponents; Sarah and Gash were determined not to give up, and appeared to not have even noticed that their comrades were dead.
Deciding to attract their attention, Bond tapped Gwen on the shoulder and indicated the two of them with a jerk of his thumb. Nodding, Gwen raised her hands, and fired two quick bursts of electricity at each of the assassins.
It had the desired affect. The two criminals stopped fighting the League members, and took a brief look at their fallen comrades.
Gash looked over at Bond with a wicked glint in his eyes. "Nice try, Mr Bond," he said, raising one wrist to indicate the Time Ring on it. "But you forgot about these."
"Really?" Clark asked, stepping forward. "Why worry about them, when I can do.... this?"
He fired his heat vision at the rings. They burst into flames and fell to the ground at once.
Growling, Gash stared at the League in anger. "Well, it looks like you've won this round, League," he said, sounding like he wanted to be sick. "But we'll be back."
He dived down to grab Sarah, and then flew away, leaving the League standing, surrounded by the corpses from their recent battle.