Cydrus felt the tremor and realized it had to be the source of the biggest fighters, he looked at it but suddenly all many of the life signatures in the building vanished. He spun in a circle searching, finally he saw them. Miles out of the city. People who hadn't been there before. Holding up both hands rocks and debree spun around him and then in front of him and created a portal to the Tyrant, the Heartless, and his attackers, which he stepped through as it closed.
"Hello there, mind it I join in this little conflict." the Demon Faced said rhetorically in his distorted voice while cocking his head.
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The Tyrant's war mapping happened at a rate that would make most computers blush and so too did his battle mapping. He wasn't certain of the arrow's properties but a simple understanding of his situation quickly indicated to him it was likely some sort of large explosive. The reasoning was simple, Lichter was intelligent enough to have likely noticed his deflector shield which means there was no way he would have thrown an ordinary arrow, it would have to be something capable of producing a huge explosion that might over load the shield around his chair. The Tyrant's eyes narrowed in the moment between the arrow's release and the firing of the death ray. His neurological interface with the chair had already begun operating, receiving instructions from his brain in the seconds in took for the arrow to be released and for Lichter to fire his weapon. There was a sudden surge of power and the reactors powering the Bogota area suddenly surged and exploded, massive explosions that destroyed the remaining infrastructure powering the city and sent tremors through the ground. The power was consumed by the chair and there was a flash before the one kiloton flash. The mass teleportation device built into his chair was an emergency device, an item of last resort. The chair's other functions were fried in an instant and its sensitive circuitry destroyed but it and its occupant and every entity within the palace (and on top of it @the_b_list, @cvnuheartless) was teleported away, not out of any design by The Tyrant but because the chair didn't have enough time to pick and choose who it took. Lichter was gone a half second before the teleportation activated.
The Presidential Palace shuddered and then collapsed into a huge crater that had one been the bomb shelter. The entire building collapsed inside of it and a great cloud of dust was cast up into the air. Tremors shook the city, buildings shuddered and the soldiers in the streets could feel the ground quake beneath their feet. The one kiloton explosion was mostly focused downward thanks to bunker it exploded in but even so the blast wave simply moved the earth and concrete for nearly a mile around. Everything that stood in that circle collapsed into a cavernous hole in the ground that would forever mark the location where the war in Colombia took a turn for the worse.
Several miles outside of the city everyone teleported by the chair was unceremoniously deposited onto the ground. The Tyrant's chair was gone, fried in the explosion and unable to actually teleport itself. The Tyrant stood up slowly, dusting himself off and casting his gaze at those around him. He smiled slowly and removed the final neural connectors from the back of his head and tossed them to the ground. He reached into his robes and felt his persona teleportation device, it too had been fried. He shook his head and shrugged, tossing the useless device to the ground. His connection with his general was now lost which set into a motion a series of plans already put into place before the war had started. In keeping with his haggard and worn appearance The Tyrant moved slowly to crouch down and pick up a large stick to use as a cane. He turned to the members of The B List and the Heartless they had been fighting and nodded for a moment at some internal thought. "Keep fighting if you want." He told the super villains of the suicide squad. "But your friends just about killed you." They also ended any semblance of this being a war. I hope the general is able to gather data on how well those Organization troops fight, I very much want to know their worth.
He started laughing a little, the laugh turning for a few moments into a hideously evil cackle before he was able to gain control of his emotions. He grinned.
"Oh...oh I love how mistaken everyone has been to this point. They will come away from this war thinking they've won, but I've just forced Venezuela into spending blood and treasure on a war that didn't matter...and likely an ensuing occupation and rebuilding project. Ah well, every projection predicted a five percent chance of total victory if Venezuela invaded...that's the one surprise you know, the invasion. Sadly even my predictions can't be one hundred percent accurate without greater knowledge of my foes...and now I have it." He leaned on the cane, his sunken eyes fixing on Eureka and the others as he clasped one withered hand over the other. "So do we begin our own little fight, you with your curious assortment of former villains and me with my Heartless or shall we do something else? Your friends have won this war, my command and control center is destroyed and I suspect my general is in danger now as well. All that remains is a few more fights to learn more about my foes..." He smiled slowly and narrowed his sinister eyes. "So who's first?"
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