Mercenaryblade

Nancy is pretty damn tough, and if she gets a gun with a silver bullet at any point it's definitely gameover for the werewolf.

Same honestly

Sure

Hmm The Commandos are a bit underpowered here against giant robots, except Dr. Phosphorus who was show melting through a tank. The Flag's would have to come up with a winning strategy to have a chance. But I don't think they'll get the chance before they're squished. Kiros goes down easily in all this though.

Yep, I get them mixed up too! Dr. Phosphorus and Atomic skull predated Blight by a few decades. I'd have to see some feats to really choose, I know Atomic Skull started as a Superman villain, so he might have a slight edge over the other two for raw strength as I doubt any of them is going to die from radioactive fire.

Glad to see Warduke getting a match already. Now this is definitely a good match. DeathAdder is a cheating bastar, especially in 'Revenge of Death Adder' when he keeps coming back and has a magic eating shield. WarDuke is no slouch though and has some epic DnD items on his side.

Bravo I wasn't sure how to make this fight go down.

Authors Note: The final part of this particular adventure, of Farah the ferret thief. Honoria shouted something as she covered her ears. In the din of battle within the cave, her words were lost - even if the others hadn’t covered their ears. Farah stole a quick glance to her teammates, noting they had caught on and put their paws over their ears as they ducked past combatants. Farah put the horn to her lips, inhaled, and blew. The sound reverberated through the cave. She watched as the majority of The Hornets fell unconscious upon the cave, but the Painted Dogs stood firm. “What?” Farah asked after the sound had died down. “Did you think we wouldn’t take precautions after the first time, weasel?” It was one of the Painted Dogs that spoke: He was carrying a warclub and had piercings of bone thrust through his ears and nose with bangles adorning his arms. “Ferret!” Farah said, holding the shofar defensively. “And watch it with that club, buddy.” In the distance there was a sound much like the horn, an echo? No, the echo should have long faded by now. Something had answered the shofar’s call with its own. The sound sent Farah’s fur on end. All around the painted dogs began mercilessly executing the Hornets, plunging their spears into the prone bodies. Zana, Harald, and Marshas all stood beside Farah weapons ready. “Damn you ferret!” Honoria shouted as she stood from where she had been lying, her paws coming away from her ears. “You’ve ruined everything!” She kept her shamshi at the ready, the snow leopard swapping her gaze from the Painted Dog chief to Farah. Before the Chief could speak again the sound echoed from outside the cave. It didn’t sound quite like the shofar now, but eerily similar, again Farah felt her fur stand on end, the others all heard it this time too. Many looked around in puzzlement, muzzles falling open in shock as the noise stoked some primordial fear deep within. It felt like the call of the deep or of the wild itself. The corkscrew call that screeched through the forest stirred ancient memories in the depths of all the gathered creatures’ brains, conjuring up ambiguous images of calamity. The looks of terror from one creature to another connected them at the cellular level: they were all made of soft meat. They were all made of blood. Honoria gulped while screams could be heard outside the cave. “Ferret, what do we do?” “How should I know? I’m just a thief!” Farah shouted. The wardog chief scoffed though his eyes had a glint of fear behind his bravado, “Go deal with that, the rest of you keep an eye on these wretches.” Zana stepped forward and grabbed the horn. “I know what to do,” the stoic bear said. Farah opened and closed her muzzle. She knew what had to be done too, but she had hoped it wouldn’t come to this. Harald winced. “I had so much more planned!” The coyote said. “Seriously, coyote,” Farah said. “Not now. Never now.” The ground shook as something large moved, the strange cry they had heard echoed again and there were screams outside as the fearsome warriors met with a terrible fate. Those inside the cavern could only guess as there was a roar and the screams dissipated to nothing. The chief balked, “I… don’t understand.” Honoria hissed. “The horn. It had to have come from something. Some great... beast is out there.” “Lies! Tricks! We do not fear monsters, we slay them!” “Feel free tough guy.” Farah said, giving him a shooing motion. The chief looked at his men who, at that moment, were already skittering and hiding into the darkness of the caves like cockroaches. The ground shook as dust fell from the cave roof, there was a cramping sound as if something were being dragged against the very stones of the cave. Farah could only imagine some large claw, probing, searching. There came a terrible cry that shook the foundations of the cave. Farah felt her knees go weak. Zana snarled, holding the horn in her massive paws. “I’m going to do it! This thing is an abomination!” “Do it.” Farah nodded. “Si,” Marshas agreed. “Wai-!” Harald started. SNAP. An explosion of sound that was much, much louder than it should have been as Zana broke the relic over her massive knee. Everyone nearby - and some deep in the shadows of the caves that had ran minutes ago - fell to their knees and covered their ears. It took a long time before Farah felt she had control of her faculties again. On shaky legs, she stood. “I-Is it gone? Tell me it’s gone.” Hesitantly all that were still alive in the cave began to make their way to the mouth of the cave. Once enemies in competition for something, now allies. Scattered weapons lay around the cave entrance, but scant few bodies. Deep gouges were carved into rock and soil, trees had been splintered. “What was that thing?” Marshas asked. “We don’t want to know,” Farah replied, picking up some boots that were filled with blackened ash and emptying them to the blasted ground. Zana was continuing to destroy the horn more now, smashing it under her huge foot and grounding it to dust. Farah looked between Honoria and the Chief. “So, uh, there’s nothing to fight over anymore. Right? How about we all just go our separate ways and hope to never see each other again?” The chief scoffed. “I have no choice. I can’t take any territory with what I have left.” Honoria glared at Farah. “We will meet again ferret. Mark my words.” Farah shrugged. “You think it’ll go any better for you next time?” She asked, offering some bread to the aggressive snow leopard. “Yes,” Honoria growled as she stalked off, refusing the food. “Another so-called ‘arch enemy’,” Farah sighed. Harald just turned on his heel and started walking away. “I’m leaving. I don’t want to see any of you ever again. I’m going to start building my own wizard tower like the big fellas do.” “Fine by us,” Farah shrugged. Zana also heaved her massive bulk to her feet and turned to leave. “Where you going big girl?” Farah asked. The polar bear shrugged. “I am sure someone with honor needs a bodyguard somewhere.” Farah and Marshas regarded each other. “So, next town?” Farah asked. “Or do you have someplace to be, too?” The ocelot nodded. “I seem to recall you offering a dance.” Farah patted the feline’s cheek. “Oh, you remembered.” With that the two set out leaving the shards of the horn behind, never to think of it - or whatever creature or factions sought it - again. Some things were best left unanswered, undiscovered, and unknown.

Thank you, I do try to dust off the old thesaurus when I can.

Yeah they have normal blasters to go with those cool energy bows too. The Bad Batch had a bad runin with them once.