The entire league has fallen like clothes pins. Superman is hurt. He is scathed. He is drained. He is looking at fellow superheroes of Justice and Grace being wheeled on gurneys into ambulances. There are fire trucks and smoke. The National Guard has been called in. No one can halt the Mass called Doomsday.
No one is coming close.
The last member of the league to fall is Maxima. She
is a warrior. She is tag teaming the seething bulb of chaos from behind with
Superman thrashing in front. They are the two most powerful entities on the
planet. Maxima petitioned Superman if they would like to mate to engender a
genetic superior species. Now they are battling a Juggernaut cancer threatening
to obliterate corporeal life on the planet. Maxima will tackle him from behind.
She will place him in a choke hold. She will get tossed. She will instigate
sparks igniting a fuel-based explosion. She will be wiped out.
The creature will toddle in rampage towards the city
of Metropolis.
The fight will be Superman’s and Superman’s alone.
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