Infinite DC

“What is it today with us attracting weirdoes in even weirder masks?” Candace enquired, staring down the towering, otherworldly, and dreadlocked figure that dropped whatever cloaking technology it used to make it invisible.

“I dunno,” said Dwonch. “But I ain’t waitin’ for Jason Voorhees to show up next!”

She took aim with her rifle at the humanoid, opening fire.

A bullet struck its left arm, and it emitted a ferocious howl of agony.

Dwonch’s violent exploit drew its attention to them.

On its broad shoulder was some type of cannon that automatically targeted the Gladiators and their allies.

Suddenly, a bolt of high-energy plasma was fired.

It exploded into the dirt, right in front of the group; its powerful shockwave throwing them back in all directions.

Speedily recovering from the near-fatal blow, Ms. Mars leapt back to her feet and charged at the predatory behemoth, her Sontaran plasma blade held high. She swung the violet-pink blade at its torso, which it protected with the foot-long wrist blades crossed to block Mars’s attack.

To her instant disbelief, the creature managed to shatter her blade with those of its wrists. It then retracted one of them to fiercely clasp at her silver hair. She cried out in pain, sensing a few strands ripped by the follicles. But the anguish would end very soon, as her opponent lifted its other extended wrist blade, arranging to decapitate her.

The unrestrained revving of a car engine canceled Mars’s execution.

The dreadlocked humanoid turned its head to see Kimbyr speeding in its general direction, with a worrisome Scottish passenger holding on for dear life.

She intended on finishing it the same way she had Rictus and Scabrous.

Regrettably, it was a one-time trick.

The creature fired its shoulder cannon to the vehicle’s undercarriage, blowing it off its wheels. It spun in midair, crashing back down on its upside.

Mars felt the monstrosity release her hair, centering its attention on the overturned vehicle. As thankful as she was to be free, she was still in danger – at least in perspective of her future regeneration.

Weakened and bloodied to one side of her face, Kimbyr crawled out of wreckage.

She was robbed of any time to recuperate, with the humanoid snatching her by the throat and lifting her two feet off the ground. Her feet dangled as her face was brought unnervingly close to her masked adversary.

“Kimbyr,” yelled the Scotsman, who effortlessly removed himself out of the overturned car.

The others took notice of her precarious situation as well but were too cautious to make a move, in fear of retaliation from the predatory behemoth. All it appeared to have done was leer at Kimbyr’s face and body.

“What’s it doing to her?” Lauren asked.

Neas gullibly shook his head. “Scanning her, maybe?”

Unbeknownst to him, it was just what the creature was doing.

Through thermal vision presented within its bio-mask, it diagnostically x-rayed Kimbyr’s physiology, right down to her internal organs.

It found two beating hearts in her chest cavity.

“Re…mem…ber,” it snarled in a distinct human language.

Kimbyr could barely get breath in her lungs; and, with any she could, the foul stench of this humanoid was more insufferable.

Things only got worse as the creature, with one free hand, progressed in removing its bio-mask. Kimbyr instantly realized how much better it appeared with it on, staring into a grotesque alien mug with arthropod-like mandibles, an elongated forehead, striking yellow eyes, and no visible nose.

From what little breath she could muster, she huffed, “You’re one ugly mother—”

Before she could finish, its mandibles spread open, unleashing an inhuman shrill right in her face. A few bits of saliva escaped as well, landing on her left cheek, nose, and forehead.

In another unexpected move, the grotesque alien released its grasp on her throat.

Kimbyr fell back to her feet, watching along with everyone else as the creature fixed on the suspended spectator’s box where a baffled Immortan Joe looked down on his prized champion.

“What are you doing?!” He questioned it. “Finish them!”

Out of the creature’s right hand retracted a spear that it expeditiously hurled towards the spectator’s box.

An overwhelmingly rattled Joe observed the soaring spear, believing it to be meant for him. He was somewhat relieved when he saw it impale the Dalek standing to its left, destroying it entirely. The other met a sudden end as well, blown into a cinder, courtesy of the dreadlocked behemoth’s shoulder cannon.

Joe picked up on its attack pattern and, if his military instincts were still correct, he was the next intended target.

Fortunately for him, a fully recovered Erectus did not allow that to happen.

Using his brother’s chainsaw spear, he sliced through the alien’s torso, spilling its luminescent green blood everywhere.

It collapsed to the ground while Erectus stood victoriously over, looking to the spectator’s box.

“Have I made you proud, Dad?”

Joe marginally nodded – a gesture that fueled his son’s desire to honor him.

He returned to where he left with the Gladiators and their coconspirators, gearing the chainsaw spear – laced with the alien blood of its previous victim – for another grueling massacre.

Just as he neared them, something that he initially assumed to be the wind breezed past him and clocked him hard across the face. It nonetheless spooked him, turning in circles to see where it came from. And then, again, it blew right by – this time knocking Erectus off his feet completely.

The Gladiators and their companions perceived it as a blur that attacked Erectus, but it was in fact a speedster dressed in red.

“Flash,” the Gladiators (minus Candace and Mars) ecstatically recognized their scarlet rescuer.

BAM!

They heard something loud and heavy ram through the guarded entrance of the arena, discovering a Tatra T815 roaring down the inclined road. It was driven by a young black man, with two dark-haired Caucasian women (one of whom Kimbyr knew to be Min) and a rugged-looking man clinging at both ends of the cab.

Armed with long black rifles that sparked with neon blue energy, they fired on any of Joe’s supporters that assailed their rig. The energy discharged from the guns was black hole-based, imploding their targets into nothingness when struck.

Lauren was unsettled to see such weapons used, as they only existed during the Time War – and she would know, since she designed them in her original incarnation.

“What is this?!” Joe wrathfully bellowed.

The chains suspending his spectator box snapped, beset by concentrated heat produced out from the eyes of a strange, red-caped woman that hovered miles above the pit. He tumbled out of the swaying box and towards the arena floor several feet down, only to have been caught by the same flying woman responsible for his plight.

She roughly dumped right beside his unconscious son and joined with Flash in approaching the Gladiators and their fellow captives.

“Good to see you again, Kara,” Neas welcomed her.

The red-caped woman frowned. “You know me?”

“Yeah, they know me, too,” a quizzical Flash said. “How is that?”

“Let’s worry about it later and get our butts on that thing,” suggested Kimbyr, indicating the Tatra T815 as it rolled to a stop next to them.

They all climbed on board, whereas Kara took to the skies in a loud boom.

Joe strained himself up, vulnerably watching his prisoners escape the arena with their liberators.

He was on the cusp of giving the order of pursuing them to his remaining men before he heard what sounded to be laughing out of the bleeding corpse of his once- treasured alien warrior.

“What is so amusing, you hindrance?!” He yapped to the slain creature.

That was when he heard what he discerned to be ticking resonating from the body.

Meticulously inspecting it, his eyes broadened in terror at the self-destruct device built in the creature’s wrist gauntlet.

The countdown was too short to avert detonation.

As it happened, Joe felt every molecule of his body disintegrate.

In a millisecond, both his arena and stronghold were wiped out in an unearthly blast radius. The mushroom cloud that rose out of it could be seen a distance away from the escaping crew on the Tantra T815.