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·You want a fight? Let's burn this city
White.
For a moment, I was nowhere.
No sound. No feeling. No sky. No ground. Just an endless expanse of white , stretching into infinity.
Had I died?
No. That didn't make sense. I was winning.
Then— impact.
Like slamming into a solid wall.
A sudden, jarring force sent a shockwave through my entire body, halting my momentum mid-air. It was as if I had punched a mountain that had refused to break.
My vision snapped back.
Everything rushed in at once—the street below, the shattered buildings, the burning cars. I could hear sirens in the distance, feel the electricity in the air.
And then I saw her.
Queen Maeve.
Her arms were braced , her muscles tense, her stance unshakable. A golden aura shimmered around her forearms, the remnants of an invisible shield fading from view.
She had stopped my punch.
Had she not, it would have caved in Homelander's skull.
I pulled back instinctively, my fingers tingling from the force of the block. Maeve exhaled sharply, shaking out her arms, but her emerald eyes stayed locked onto mine.
I raised an eyebrow. "You really want to do this?"
Maeve rolled her shoulders, wiping a smear of dust from her jaw. "I don't have a choice."
A faint hum of electricity crackled around me. "You always have a choice."
She didn't respond.
Instead, she moved.
Fast.
Not as fast as Homelander, but fast enough.
Her knee slammed into my ribs , forcing me back. Before I could react, she followed up with a spinning kick aimed at my jaw. I blocked it with my forearm, the force still making my bones rattle.
I grinned.
This could be fun.
I was about to retaliate—when something else hit me.
A surge of raw energy.
It was bright , pulsing, vibrating through my body like a living heartbeat of pure light.
Starlight.
I turned my head just in time to see her standing atop a crumbling bus , her eyes glowing like miniature suns. Electricity danced across her skin as she extended both hands, another blast of light bursting forward.
That was why everything had gone white.
She had blinded me.
Clever girl.
I gritted my teeth, planting my feet. The energy wave slammed into me , but I held firm. The ground beneath me cracked , but I refused to be moved.
Maeve took advantage of my distraction.
She lunged, throwing another devastating punch.
I barely turned in time to catch it. Our hands clashed , the impact sending a rippling shockwave through the street. Cars flipped. Streetlights bent.
Maeve's jaw clenched. "Stand. Down."
I laughed.
"You're joking, right?"
Then I tightened my grip around her fist— and twisted.
She gasped, but before I could break anything, Homelander reappeared.
His eyes were bloodshot , his suit torn to shreds , his lip still bleeding.
But he was grinning.
"You really think you're walking away from this?" His voice was calm—too calm. Dangerously calm.
A shadow loomed behind him.
Black Noir.
I barely had time to register his presence before he moved.
A knife— silent, deadly, precise—slashed toward my neck.
I barely dodged in time. The blade sang through the air , missing my throat by an inch. Noir was fast.
Faster than I expected.
But not fast enough.
I spun, catching his wrist mid-strike , twisting him around and hurling him into a nearby building. His body crashed through the concrete like a ragdoll.
That was when Homelander attacked again.
He didn't hold back.
His punches were faster , harder , fueled by raw rage . Each strike forced me back a step. I countered where I could , blocking, dodging, but for every hit I avoided, another landed.
And then, his hand found my throat.
His grip tightened like a vice, lifting me off the ground.
"You are nothing," he growled, his voice shaking with fury. "You think you're my equal? You're just another mistake waiting to be corrected."
I could feel his heat vision building , his eyes glowing brighter, his grip unbreakable.
Then—
I smiled.
And let the lightning explode.
A thunderclap shattered the air as raw electricity burst outward from my body , frying everything within a ten-foot radius.
Homelander screamed.
His grip shattered , his body thrown backward , his suit catching fire from the sheer energy output.
Maeve and Starlight staggered , shielding themselves from the blast.
Black Noir—wherever he was—stayed silent.
I took a deep breath, my body humming with residual power. The air around me was charged , my fingertips sparking.
"You wanted a fight?" I said, rolling my shoulders. "Fine."
I cracked my neck.
"Let's burn this city to the ground."
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To Be Continued...