Eagle_of_the_East

Big waves of bugs are death to momentum.

@anthony_stark@_avatar_@amazingangel

A moment before her foot would collide with her green foe Asteria found herself hurled across the roof and through several air-conditioning units. Aluminum and tin screamed, bolts, nuts and screws flew through the air along with bent fans, vent covers and various other parts. Asteria rolled to her feet amid a pile of strewn rubble.

"Is that all?" The perfect amazon strode toward her foes, crushing twisted metal under her stylized boots. "Let me show you how its done."

And with those words she lifted a hand to the sky and called down the lightning. A bolt for each of them; a billion volts of electricity creating an arch of plasma so hot it was five times hotter than the surface of the sun. The spear of ancient gods. For a heartbeat the night was erased by the light; so white and bright it could blot out the sun at noon.

In that heartbeat Astera moved; the flash of light concealing her movement. Standing behind Avatar she whirled into a spinning backfist, but using her inert zythium bracers to target the heroic green Avatar's temple. Eighty five tons of force, doubled due to the energy reflecting properties of her bracers; one hundred and seventy tons of raw power delivered at mach four; Asteria did not intend to KO him so much as she intended to decapitate him.

Did it not even post?

The rapidly expanding shield turned into an exploding bubble, hurling Asteria through the air like a rag doll and knocking the wind out of her. Flipping uncontrollably she at last manages to twist into an hard landing; the scorched boots of the mutant warrior smashing into the concrete rooftop, sending a spiderweb of cracks out around her.

Her allies teleporting assault opened a plethora of possibilities to the paragon of perfection. Witnessing his lunge into a grapple and technologically powered assault she joins him. The sound barrier cracks like a plane of glass; Asteria's eighty five ton's of strength and mach four speed behind a flying side kick, targeting the Avatar's jaw.

@_avatar_: [ Haha, well you are easy to keep track of at least ;-) ]

[ For clarity can everyone say where they are? I'm pretty sure I've followed all the posts up to this point I just wanna check :-) ]

Burned and scorched by the powerhouse known as Spark, Asteria had sought a peaceful place to rest for a moment and heal. However it was not to be; a giant green fist flew toward her face.

And it connected, twisting her head around and lifting her feet from the ground. She suppressed a grunt as she felt her teeth rattle and pain shoot through the hinge of her jaw. It was a powerful hit and she had faced these green construct creators before; they were versatile powerhouses, each and every one.

Asteria did not hesitate, taking advantage of her enhanced cognitive speeds to react as the punch connects. Rolling with the powerful blow Asteria brings one arm up to attempt to snatch the underside of Avatar's striking arm in an arm drag. If successful she would use her incredible speed and strength to yank her entire body around his extended shoulder, taking his back, flipping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

Then she would call down lightning. Bolt after bolt. Five times the temperature of the surface of the sun and one billion volts. Over and over.

Whoa, sharp!

@valerie_huntington: I too liked that kind of event. They're a lot of fun, flexible and don't force different kinds of writers into the same style.