Supra-man grabbed Reynard by the legs and he lost his balance for a second. He resisted Supra-man’s attempt to push him out of the building with his mind, but then it seemed to only hold him steady for Brutus's punch.
Crack! Reynard’s nose broke into three piece like a cracker.
The fist shot him into space like Ham the Chimpanzee, moving at that speed was like teleporting. One moment he was getting pounded on Earth, the next he was naked, getting a some terrible burns over the surface of 100 billion one-megaton nuclear bombs, while simultaneously brainstorming a new sunscreen that can counter such close proximity to the sun.
Instantly, he flew back into his apartment and got dressed again. Not because he cared about his secret identity. Supra-Man had certainly peeked already and Brutus more than likely already knew. They just didn’t care and neither did Reynard. What could leaking his secret identity do to him? The truth was that Reynard might have been a degenerate, but he was a degenerate who wanted to die in his costume.
First, he set his attention on Supra-man. Nobody liked a third wheel. If there was a middle ground where both Brutus and Reynard agreed, it was the Supra-Man was unnecessary. He was smart enough not to be manipulated by Brutus, but dumb to not see that Brutus was just as willing to kill Reynard as Reynard was to kill him.
Reynard lifted his hand and attempted fully incinerate the upper layer of his body.
Reynard would telekinetically manipulate the particles over his skin to move at increased speeds, causing instant combustion of his cells. Someone as powerful as him wouldn’t die from this, but Supra-Man would wish he was.
Now, for Brutus, he blitzed him and sought to pin him into the ground.
Then he answered his question.
“I hope you look into eyes of the quote unquote “gods” and see that they don’t know why we’re here any more than we do. I hope you can finally see how meaningless, small, short and incredibly nonsensical everyone’s existence is. Go ahead, I’ll give you a second before I bash your skull in.” He raised his right fist and tried to stick his thumb through his eye socket with left hand.
“ I ignored it for years, in the end I found that nothing really matters. Today you and me die, and in a few weeks no one will remember. No one will care. You were the President of the the U.S and no one will care if you die.” Then he sent his fist Brutus’s mouth.
“The reason why I hated you before was because we had conflicting views. Those same views were the reason why I didn’t throw you into the sun when you were just some *$&#@ in a powersuit.” Then he sent his fist again.
“But now? I don’t really care about the collective anymore. I don’t really care about you anymore. I had two choices. I could choose to come here or I could have chosen to go somewhere else. So I came here.” Then again.