Twogunkid

Looking forward to this one.

Here's an actual entry following the rules lol

“But how…. I drained your powers…. How could you possibly?” A haymaker interrupted Lex Luthor’s disbelief as the Man of Steel showed that his brawn was not all from Kryptonian DNA. “Luthor, it’s not my powers but what I do that defines me. You’ve never understood that Luthor.” The bald scientist rubbed his jaw as he looked around his lab. Captain Cold, unconscious, his cold gun smashed, Mercy, tied up by the Kryptonian already, and himself, bleeding from his nose, his battlesuit, ineffectual trapping him on the floor and his invention to saturate Superman with so much red sun radiation to deny him his powers still humming along quite nicely. “I don’t believe that for a second you alien filth. You must realize I had some insurance just in case.” He pulled the eject from his power suit and staggered to his feet. “As we speak, I have hired some of the deadliest assassins money can buy to target people you seem to care about. Professor Hamilton, James Olson, Bibbo Bibbowski, Dan Turpin,... Lois Lane-” Luthor found himself grabbed by his lapel pins and brought level to Superman’s eyes. “Who did you hire Luthor? Now!” Luthor smirked, he was getting to the Kryptonian. “Well let’s see KGBeast should be dealing with Hamilton, Deathstroke should have Mr. Olson well in hand, Deadshot was supposed to take care of Bibbowski, Lady Shiva should have Turpin taken care of, and Merlyn should be meeting with Miss Lane any minute now-” Luthor’s smug grin was knocked off his face as Superman pinned him to the ground and quickly began binding Luthor with the cables around the lab while trying to use his Justice League communicator to summon aid. “It’s no good calling for help you overgrown boyscout” Luthor quipped as he felt the tight knots binding him, “this lab was flooded with enough radiation to fry any device you may have-” Luthor didn’t have a chance to finish his remark as the drastically depowered Superman, or maybe completely depowered crashed through the window to the outdoors and hailed a passing Metropolis Cab. “Superman sir it is an honor-” “The Daily Planet, step on it please, and may I borrow your phone?” Using a special Justice League emergency number, Superman contacted his mighty teammates, but most were involved in other various disasters, those who could be spared were sent right away, Hawk and Dove would face down Deathstroke, Huntress would take on Lady Shiva with the help of the Metropolis Special Crimes Division, B’wana Beast would deal with KGBeast, Black Lightning would face Deadshot, which left him having to deal with Merlyn. He alone felt responsible for Lois. He couldn’t bare that he had put her in danger and now a deadly assassin was hunting her. He hadn’t had many interactions with Green Arrow’s foe, but if he was as good as Green Arrow, that made him dangerous. The whole ride, Superman had his hands and head out the window desperately trying to absorb any sunlight the cloudy day let through. The Cabby’s phone buzzed with notifications, the other assassins were being engaged by the Justice Leaguers. Lois hadn’t picked up her phone as usual, Jimmy was out on assignment, Perry was busy, Clark made a call he’d rather not have made, putting on his Superman voice on full. “Is this Steve Lombard?” “Lois, you are never going to believe who got the Superman scoop of a lifetime and it’s not going to be you or Kent this time. He called me, says he wants to talk his opinions on Sports, strong opinions on the Gotham Knights and the Metropolis Meteors, told me I could tell you before the interview even happened-” “Yeah, yeah that’s great Steve I-” Lois realized something must be wrong. Why else would Clark call Steve Lombard? “Superman gave an interview to-” Lois saw the flicker of motion and tackled the burly Lombard to the ground as an arrow impacted her office window and exploded. A moment later, another arrow pitoned itself into the wall with a cable from a nearby rooftop attached. The purple clad archer descended his impromptu zipline into the terror of the now panicked Daily Planet newsroom. “Now look here Purple Arrow. Nobody messes with the Lombard, especially when Lois Lane is finally putting the moves on him!” Steve Lombard heroically, but foolishly, charged Merlyn only to find, his feet swept from under him and his back on the ground a second time. “I believe the Miss Lane in question is who I am here to see” Merlyn said, knocking another arrow. During Steve’s distraction, Lois had exited her office to find the nearest fire extinguisher. The elevator was infuriatingly slow while going up the Daily Planet’s floor. The cabby had refused Superman’s money, and the other Justice League members would be on their way as soon as they could, but for now, it was Clark Kent and Lois Lane versus one of the deadliest assassins on the planet. The elevator door opened and he saw Merlyn, stalking the floor, the archer’s eyes went wide seeing the Man of Steel there and on pure instinct he turned and fired an arrow. Lacking the superspeed and durability he was used to, Clark tried to move out of the way only for the broadtipped arrow to pass and cut his left shoulder. “Man of Steel is a rusting it seems.” Merlyn mused. Lois had been moving towards the stairs, when she saw Merlyn taking aim at Superman once more. The shot was sure to be a killing one if only for his aim to be thrown off with a spray of foam from a fire extinguisher. “One thing at a time it seems” the archer sputtered with a mouth full of foam. “Merlyn, your fight is with me” Superman bellowed. “Lois, get out of-” Then everyone heard the ding as Steve Lombard pressed the door close button and the elevator began the lengthy trip down to the first floor. Flipping a desk, Superman worked to close the gap to Merlyn as arrows thunked into it. “No Superman, you are the bonus. Miss Lane is my target. However, given this is a rare opportunity, I believe I will take the both of you as prizes today.” He fired another arrow in the direction of Lois Lane, punctured the fire extinguisher held in front of her chest, knocking her to the ground with the rapid depresurization of its contents while Merlyn was once again hindered by the spray. Hindered enough for an enraged Superman to close the distance and land a ferocious blow on the archer. Taking advantage of the dazed state of Merlyn, Superman sought to disarm the assassin and the two grappled over the bow. Even without his Kryptonian enhanced strength, a childhood filled with Kansas farm labor and an active lifestyle had made him unusually strong. No daughter of Sam Lane was sitting this fight out. Lois saw the opportunity and getting up, kicked off her heels and brushed the foam from her face. She ran at the archer and grabbing his quiver pulled his arrows from it and ran to her now open air office. “Oh no you don’t!” Merlyn shouted as he lifted a foot and delivered a firm kick to Superman’s abdomen, freeing his bow and his focus. Taking one of his myriad knives he carried, he tossed it at Lois’s hand, wounding it and causing her to drop the arrows all over the floor. Lois clutched at her hand before pulling the thrown knife from it. “Lois get out of here!” Superman shouted again, but Lois could not. She hadn’t seen Clark bleed, not since Doomsday, and she would be damned if she was going to let that happen again. She moved to engage the assassin, knife to bow. Her father’s training was one thing, but Merlyn was in a league of his own. He parried the thin knife and seemed to take perverse joy in striking Lois using his bow as a club. Seeing Lois put herself in danger to save him gave Superman all the wind he needed to intervene again, throwing himself against Merlyn with reckless ferocity

Two rhyming characters taxed with rap battling each other.

Put me down for both. I had too much fun doing a love challenge with the T-800.

“Hit me with your best shot, why don’t you hit me with your best shot-” the rocking tunes of Pat Benitar were interrupted by the figure crashing through the plate glass windows of John’s Discount Electronics on Bleecker. Customers were already fleeing when a hail of gunfire railed into the woman lying between a new stereo and several broken display televisions. The tall threatening man in a leather jacket stared at the flickering image of a woman it had just thrown through the window. The woman was a dead ringer for Sarah Connorm or was when he first sighted her. She had led it on a chase from Los Angeles to New York forcing the Terminator into a lengthy pursuit, but clearly the Terminator had been deceived. “You are not Sarah Connor.” it noted in an accented monotone as the image for a moment appeared to be a machine like it before taking an image of a red headed woman. It leveled its stolen shotgun towards it. “Identify yourself. Where is Sarah Connor?” “It appears all is not as you had foreseen” as a shotgun blast hit the android. The smaller but more nimble android, staggered, but then swiftly moved towards the larger one slinking around it and landing a belly to back suplex which seemed not to phase the T-800 other than a little blood from its artificial skin coating. “I am a Junctioned Artificial Neuro-Integrated Cybernatic Entity Mk. 2 or JANICE” JANICE observed the Android eyeing her, “and judging from the biological coating and the ability to shrug off blows, you are a Cyberdyne Systems Model T-800 or maybe 850, it can be hard to tell you apart.” The larger android started calculating possibilities before deciding its threat was a, “Non-Cyberdyne Systems Android: Terminate immediately" before sweeping the opposing android off her feet while kipping up. The pair moved onto the busy New York street before a car found itself braking hard only to have the red haired android slam the larger one into the hood in a brutal judo throw. The owner of the vehicle joined the crowds in fleeing the fight and racing towards nearby police lines that were forming. The Terminator punched through the hood and grabbing the engine block, ripped out a large chunk of metal swinging it into the lithe android it faced causing her holographic image to flicker again. “New directive: Terminate rogue android.” The T-800 fired several more shotgun shells into its opponent to little gain. “Sorry, your actions will prevent the first Robotech War by eliminating humanity, and that is unacceptable. They are flawed, but they must exist.” Despite the android’s skill and strength, her punches and kicks did little more than annoy the T-800. The masculine robot lunged again, but the two rapidly found themselves at an impasse. Circuits relayed messages, analysis, back and forth and back and forth. Brute force could not solve this conundrum. Both androids were rapidly coming to the same conclusion that they could not outpunch and outdamage their opposition. The New York Police Department was in damage control, rapidly doing their best to cordon off the block. These two androids had already inflicted massive damage in their battle and right now containing the panic seemed to be their best option. Whatever those things were it was clear that no service piece was going to put a dent into them. They had to contain the situation till a SWAT team could arrive. “I am built to mimic all human behavior, infiltration through this android’s emotional attachment to humanity. Manipulate and use emotions to complete the mission.” The T-800’s programming suggested. It was built to infiltrate all human groups, it could mimic voices, behavior, emotions. If this android it faced could feel emotions, it was the T-800’s job to manipulate them to achieve its end goal. “I am capable of all things humans are. Combat and learning yes, but also emotions, love. This Cyberdyne android is built to mimic such things, perhaps… perhaps it too can feel emotions and be made to regret and repent.” JANICE’s computer mind whirred with thoughts. She was built to replicate human life. She had developed romantic feelings and grown beyond her programming. Why couldn’t this android she faced now? If she could get it to feel something, she might get it to abandon its plan to kill Sarah Connor. The ruptured fuel line of the damaged car began to catch ablaze casting a bright light over the surrounding street as the two androids circled one another, each trying to locate a weakness, a way to try and forge an emotional connection with this other robot. Each one's programming attempting to do the impossible, seduce an enemy android for the sake of the mission.

Congrats @DSkillz

I'm hoping to stage a comeback

Tasha the OG witch of D&D is really known for potions.

My shame is Acererak and Iggwilv won't get to face off

GG @DSkillz I really thought I had Elzar beat and was hoping to beat Keating, Angle, Wakko, and Bones, I was ice skating up hill against. Tempest and Chibi I felt was a tossup. GG.

Dang I thought I had this one. So close.

Eh to negotiate for the Earth. Even when representing the Earth and fighting to save it, Ult Cap has his foibles. (I'm sorry I couldn't go whole draft without this quote.)