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They waited.
The Red Sun light pulsed above Clark's unconscious form, casting the fortress in shades of crimson and shadow. The robots moved in their silent, mechanical dance, monitors beeping steady rhythms that spoke of progress rather than decline. Clark's wound was closing. Slowly. Too slowly. But closing.
Jason stood by the window, watching the ice stretch toward the horizon, his body coiled like a spring. Kara sat beside Clark's bed, one hand resting on his arm, her eyes never leaving his face. Neither of them spoke. There was nothing left to say.
The hall exploded.
Crystalline walls shattered inward, chunks of ice and alien metal spraying across the floor. Rogol Zaar emerged through the destruction, his massive axe held high, his grin splitting his face like a wound.
"Here… you… are."
He rushed them.
Kara moved first. She launched herself from Clark's bedside and smashed into Rogol head-on, her fist connecting with his chest, driving him back across the shattered floor. He swung his axe in a wide arc, trying to catch her across the ribs, but she turned—lasered the blade aside with a blast of heat vision that screamed through the air.
The axe didn't even scorch.
Jason didn't hesitate. Slashes erupted from his hands, invisible blades racing toward Rogol's face. The creature blocked most of them with the haft of his axe, the metal ringing like a bell with each impact. But one slipped through—a single cut that opened his cheek to the bone.
Rogol Zaar smiled. Blood ran down his face, black in the red light.
"Ohoo…" He tilted his head, looking at Kara with something almost like appreciation. "The Kryptonian has guts." His eyes shifted to Jason. "And YOU… oh, you. I know what you can do." His grin widened, showing broken teeth. "But you'll be hunted nonetheless."
He smashed the axe against the floor.
Dark energy exploded outward from the impact—a wave of pure nothing that sent Kara flying across the room. She crashed into a bank of monitors, crystals shattering around her. Rogol didn't wait. He lunged at Jason, axe raised, dropping from above like a meteor.
Jason dodged. The axe carved a trench in the floor where he had been standing. He spun, unleashed a slash that caught Rogol's second swing, deflecting it wide, and delivered a punch directly to the creature's jaw.
Rogol didn't move.
Jason hit him again. Then again. Each punch landed solid, each impact sent shockwaves through the room, but Rogol Zaar stood his ground like a mountain refusing to fall.
"Oh…" Rogol's grin was bloody, his teeth cracked, his lips split. "You're definitely a fun one."
He swung the axe horizontally, aiming to cleave Jason in half. Jason caught the blow with his shoulder, shoving the blade aside, and drove his fist into Rogol's face one more time—hard enough to send him flying backward across the room.
"Who fucking sent you?" Jason advanced, his voice cold. "Who are you?"
Rogol slid across the floor, then dragged to a stop, already pushing himself up. His grin never faltered, even as blood poured from his mouth. "Oh… someone likes you. Someone wants to see you DIE."
He started to rise—
Kara smashed into him from above.
"NO!" Jason shouted. "Kara! Careful!"
But she was already dragging Rogol across the floor, her fists hammering into his face, his chest, anywhere she could reach. He headbutted her mid-strike—his skull connecting with her forehead, sending stars through her vision. She reeled. He turned on her, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her into the ground.
The axe came up. The blade pressed against her neck.
"DON'T MOVE."
Jason froze.
Rogol Zaar stood over Kara, one hand twisted in her blonde hair, the other holding the axe to her throat. His face was a ruin—swollen, bleeding, broken—but his eyes were bright with savage joy.
"Now…" He looked at Jason, then down at Kara, then back at Jason. "You know, I like hunting Kryptonians. But the deal was… I hunt YOU." He shrugged with his shoulders, the axe never wavering. "So what say you—" His grin turned ugly. "Actually, fuck that. I'll just kill her."
The axe began to move.
Jason's slash reached her first.
The Dimensional Cleave cut through the air, through space, through the very concept of distance. It smashed into the axe head, stopping its trajectory cold. The impact jarred Rogol's arm, throwing off his balance. Kara's foot came up—drove into his knee—and he staggered.
Jason's second slash took his hand off at the wrist.
The axe fell. The hand fell. Blood sprayed across the ice.
Kara pounced.
She hit him like a comet, her fists driving into his face again and again. Once. Twice. A dozen times. Each punch caved his features further—shattered his nose, broke his jaw, pulverized his orbital sockets. His head snapped back and forth, back and forth, blood and teeth flying in every direction.
"AGHHHH—ah—ah—ah—"
Kara didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Her fists were red, her face was wet, her breath came in ragged sobs that were almost screams.
Jason grabbed her hand.
"Kara."
She tried to pull away.
"Kara." His voice was soft now, gentle. "You can relax. We've won."
She looked at him. Her eyes were wild, unfocused, still seeing the axe at her throat, still feeling the blade against her skin. Then something in her face crumbled. She fell against him, her arms wrapping around his chest, her body shaking with sobs she couldn't hold back.
Jason held her. One arm around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head.
"You did well," he murmured. "You protected your cousin."
She cried into his chest, her fingers clutching his suit like he was the only solid thing left in the world.
Jason looked down at Rogol Zaar.
The creature lay on the ice, his face destroyed, his severed wrist leaking blood onto the floor. He was laughing. Quietly at first, then louder, a wet, gurgling sound that bubbled up from his ruined throat.
"No gate to save you now, eh?" Jason said.
Rogol coughed. Blood sprayed from his lips. "He must have abandoned me." His voice was a rasp, broken and amused. "I chose to hunt Kryptonians instead of you. He didn't like that." A wet, choking laugh. "Hahaha…"
Behind him, the air split open.
The dark gate materialized without warning, its edges jagged, its depths absolute. Jason shoved Kara behind him, his body blocking hers, his hand already raised to strike.
But no attacker emerged.
The gate simply reached down—a tendril of pure darkness extending from its heart—and swallowed Rogol Zaar's axe. The massive weapon vanished into the void, pulled from the ice like a fish on a line.
The gate closed.
Rogol Zaar laughed harder, blood dripping from his mouth, his eyes bright with mad delight.
Jason narrowed his eyes. His hand moved.
The slash took Rogol's head off at the neck.
The laughter stopped. The body slumped. The head rolled across the ice, coming to rest against a shattered crystal, its eyes still open, its grin still frozen on its face.
Silence filled the fortress.
Jason lowered his hand. Behind him, Kara's breathing slowly steadied. Somewhere above them, the Red Sun light continued to pulse, and Clark's monitors continued to beep, and the robots continued their silent work.
They had won.
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