Just to keep people happy, you'll love this chapter...I hope!
After a few hours Wildcat sent the heroes not involved in planning to bed, ordering that they rest ready for tomorrow. No one objected, but few managed to sleep.
The rest who had stayed were all involved in the plans of the battle with Generals and leaders of armies from different nations.
It dawned the next day and the armies were camping out of the sun. Plans were coming down of positions of each team and the position of the battle. The last of the nation armies arrived at the dessert at 11 am. Everyone was ordered to rest and stay out of the sun by 12pm and into 1:30pm.
It was an hour and a half till the battle when the last of the plans came down and everyone was suited up sent to position. Aircrafts were re-surveyed and warmed up ready to take off at the appointed time.
By 2pm the members of the Cadimus project had shown up to help with their weapons on a temporary truss with the Justice League.
It wasn't long after that that the first of the heroes were appearing. They set different teams and groups, there own members and other teams from outside the League were sent to different fronts where they set up their lines. The fastest flying heroes were sent to the aircrafts to await their signal.
Dr Fate turned up as well and went to command the magical forces. In his hand when he arrived was Shayera's mace.
Diana's friends turned up, her mother at the front with them and many of the Amazons who wished to help. Her daughters crown was clutched in her hand.
Batman's team, Batgirl and Robin joined the teams with Batman's spare mask with them. Supergirl came down with Superman's spare cape and holding J'ohn's cape in her other hand.
The Green Lanterns appeared with the symbol of their power to represent John.
Finally the Teen Titans adult members appeared, including Night Wing who had Flash's symbol clutched in his hand.
The symbols of the League leaders were put together off to the side of the battlefield. Everyone had tried to keep busy, trying not to think of them, but now their presence was there in symbolic form everyone bowed their heads in respect. Many heroes and army men and women had black bands on their arms.
A sudden laughter rang into the hot air and everyone turned to look upon the black hole on the hill just before them. Dyren stood before it, sword in hand laughing at the army before him.
"Its good to have a challenge." He cackled, waving an arm to the portal that opened wider behind him. A blackness waved from the portal and spread out onto the red sands. Like ink spreading on paper the back masses spread until the portal closed and no end appeared to the mass before them.
They stood in silence until Wildcat; the apparent new leader raised an arm up and turned to look back upon the army of the free people of Earth.
"We shall not fall before them because we will not rest until they are gone, until the threat has diminished." He looked into the face of each man and woman, each heroes in his eyes.
"We are the last stand before the end of the world. A day may come when we fall, but not today! Not now that we have lost so much before us!" he pointed to the symbols laid on the hill to their left. All heads turned to the memory.
"They gave so much for us. Lets give them our fight, for them! For us!" he screamed. The army before him screamed back. And then turning they charged across the sand and into the on coming enemy, the army of the free world behind him.
The fight was brutal. The light had currently pushed the darkness back up the hill and had broken through on the left, tearing into the enemy with force. The only problem came when the darkness broke through the forces of light in the centre. The left arm were forced to swing down and merge back.
By the time night came, cold and unruly both forces had pulled back and regrouped. Casualties were coming in by the thousands on both sides. Wildcat called in for the flyers and ordered that flares be fired up into the night sky, now cloudy and threatening. Mother Nature herself had seemed to sense the growing battle and was sending an unexpected storm their way.
The planes and flying heroes took to the sky behind the light troop as the flares fell about the sky. The planes went first circling to the back of the dark troops and bombing them down to the front. Machine gun fire quickly followed and then when the planes went to regroup around the heroes fell from the sky, firing fire, ice, power blasts and guns, or just dropping down into the troops and smashing them into the next.
This continued for a few minutes until a sudden rumbling brought the attention of all to the flying demons that swooped into the planes and ripped their wings off. Planes fell from the sky, but the pilots still aimed their machinery into the dark troops, sending fireballs into kill them.
The pilots ejected from their consoles and parachuted into the light forces where they were armed and ready to attack again from the ground.
The fight in the air continued when the dark forces streamed down into the light troops on the ground. The battle commenced and the storm erupted into the sky, sending lightening streaks into the sky, like fingers of some untold creature of the stars poking through to see the raging battle.
By sunrise the light troops were tiring and being pushed further and further back.
A large explosion from the front forced the light troops to retreat back and regroup.
In the rising sun Dyren stepped into the front of his dark troops and mooched the weakening light troops.
"Are you all ready to die?" he asked, bellowing out his laughter. "You don't have a chance, you're beaten."
"We'll fight till the end!" Wildcat shouted back, wiping the blood from his nose.
"Go a head, my troops will never fail. They never tire and they will never feel fear, your troops are rank with it." He laughed again, holding his side with laughter.
"Last charge." Wildcat whispered, holding up and arm holding the troops and preparing them for the last charge into deaths embrace. "We won't go into the darkness with out a fight, or with out a sound. We'll go in with every last bit of energy we have, and we will turn the sand red with blood of our enemy, for we will not go quietly into the night!" he got louder as he went on. The people behind and around him cheered and a single clap started, growing to several people and then hundreds a steady clap, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. Growing till thousands of hands and feet stamped to the marching beat of death, till the sand shook and the sun cast a red glance into the eyes of the light troops. And the march moved on, ready for the last charge.
Just as they were ready to start running into the midst of the dark masses a suddenly flash of white light halted their progress. The light grew larger, wider and brighter till it was a perfect glint, dancing in the air. It moved over to the left him, settling over the tokens of memory to the Justice League leaders.
The light sparkled over them and then burst outwards, tearing into the air of time and space, opening a portal of pure light, tearing wider and blinding all who looked upon it.
Dyren held up a hand to shade his eyes and squinted into the light. Wildcat followed this procedure, trying to see what was coming out.
A single figure stepped out of the portal and stood, gazing around at the troops.
"This ends today Beast." The man said, using the English name for Dyren. His voice was over lapping with other voices, all were unable to tell who he was.
He was dressed in gold that shimmered as though made of light energy. He stood tall and proud before the white light of the portal. "And I don't fight alone." He opened his eyes properly to show them glowing with an unnatural light of white and gold, swirling together.
Six figures stepped out of the portal, three on each side, ready to fight.
"Bring it!" Dyren cried.
"Oh we will." The man said, his own voice speaking alone.
"No." Wildcat gasped staring at the man as he realised who it was. "Flash."
Tada! And another long chapter!