The Night Cyclops' eye rolled, glinting like a lantern of doom in the black sky. A handful of overeager heroes surged forward, shouting their names to get recognition like a bunch of Pokemons going to battle.
It didn't work.
"Witness the fangs of Iron Wolf!" a man in steel-gray armor bellowed, leaping with clawed gauntlets.
"Feel the judgment of Lady Verdict!" a woman in scales of silver swung a mace that hummed like a bell.
"Stand back… This is a job for Captain Zenith!" someone in a cape practically announced to the press before firing lasers from his palms.
"Heroes are forever!" a cluster of sidekicks yelled together, charging as if enthusiasm alone would carry them.
None of it worked.
Blades bounced off oily hide. Bullets sank in and vanished like pebbles into a swamp. One woman let out a battle cry, only to be silenced mid-note when the beast spat. A long rope of tar-like fluid struck her shoulder.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"
