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Noon.

"ASSSSSSSSEMBLE!" The boy yelled, his spoon raised over his head as he gave the hearty battlecry shared by his heroes flashing across the television. Milk and Froot Loops were tossed from the spoon, and landed in the boy's hair, much to his disappointment, and he groaned. Standing up to clean himself up, he paused the program, and went to the kitchen. He-Man tended to overly excite him. But who didn't get excited by He-Man?

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With a sigh, he calmed himself, and started wiping Froot Loops out of his unshowered hair. Despite it being noon, he had only woken up a couple of short minutes ago. The blinds were drawn, and the lights, off - submerging him and his television in almost complete darkness. Joseph Beckham walked back over, sat down, and put another spoonful of Froot Loops in his mouth, crunching happily. What could ruin a lazy day like today? Pressing play, he leaned back into the cushy couch, and closed his eyes, listening to the theme once more. Unfortunately, lazy days like today could be ruined. The forces of evil were everywhere, and villainy, never at an end...

Prince Adam's honeyed voice rang through his head, like one of the lessons Adam would distribute at the end of each episode. As the theme ended, the episode began, and Joey sat on the edge of his couch, waiting to see what would happen.

As his colorful protagonists made their way through a thick forest, the TV - in a rather anticlimatic display - exploded, sparks flying everywhere, and causing a huge cloud of smoke to arise. Joey could only flinch away, raising his pale, scrawny arms to defend himself from any debris. None hit him. The fire alarms were the first sound he heard afterwards, ringing frantically as the smolders of the TV burned on the ground, causing the stench of ash to fill the living room. Blinking carefully, Joey lowered his arm, bewilderment across his face as he looked at where the TV once stood.

In it's place, an eight foot tall giant of a man. Beard flowing, long and white, with eyes that simply burst with lightning, and muscles that seemed to bulge from every inch of his Herculean frame. His robes were silk, and long, reaching all the way down to his ankles - where the clear sandals of Greek lore bound two of the largest feet Joey had ever seen in his life.

OUR SEPARATION WAS TEMPORARY, BECKHAM. BUT I HAVE RETURNED.

"WHAT!?" Joey screamed, frightened out of his mind now. He had never seen this man before, nor did he wish to see him any longer. In a world of metahumans, there were bound to be a few crazy ones. Joey didn't notice that when the being spoke, his mouth did not move - instead, the words pounded inside of Joey's skull.

AHAHAHA, BECKHAM, YOU DOG. I HAVE MISSED YOUR INNOCENCE!

With that, lightning crackled, blinding the teen, and when he could see once more, Zeus, the Lord of the Skies, stood in front of him, massive hand clutching Joey's skull like it was a pingpong ball.

NOW, BOY. WE ARE ONE AGAIN!

Another blinding bolt of lightning, that seemed to bounce around the room, forming a circle around the two - and growing in size. Soon, it encompassed them both, and struck, piercing through both of their bodies and connecting in between. A flash, more smoke, and it was over.

Kneeling on the ground, the Destroyer of Worlds' fist was curled, pressed into the carpet. Memories had returned to him faster than even the speed of light, and his body was now transformed, no longer the boy of less than six feet, but rather, the man, the mixture of god and boy. Eyes as blue as the skies opened, and a wide, perfectly white grin spread across his face.

Zeus had filled him in on the details. With a hand as silky soft as a baby's bottom, yet with the strength of worlds compressed within it, he reached up and pulled open the blinds. As he suspected. nGods, coming down onto his city, the place he had grown up. Or the place he had once believed he grew up in.

SEE, BECKHAM? WARS TO RIVAL ARES' DREAMS BECKON US! WHO ARE WE TO DECLINE THE CALL?

The Prodigy stepped through the wall (leaving rubble and brick crumbling down behind him) and watched carefully up into the skies. "The forces of evil are everywhere..." He chuckled, rising up, the winds carrying his bulky frame as if he was little more than a feather. "And villainy, never at an end." With that, he called down two bolts of lightning to strike the first two things he could see, powers of magic making them stronger than any lightning that had graced the Earth before.

A laugh now boomed across the city, a mixture of both boy and true god that had not graced the world in months.

"Come on then!" Joey shouted, darting up into the skies, silken cape flowing behind him, eager to join his hero, the Supra-Man.

Wars to rival Ares' dreams.
Wars to rival Ares' dreams.

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@methodius:


"Wouldn't a better phrasing be, 'I'll make you wish I did' or someth-" Joey mused, extending his hands to the sides and questioning once more, before Methodius' whip had struck their mark, binding his arms and legs. "JEEESus, take it eas-" He began, but the truck that crashed down onto his head muffled his sound. Joey winced, slightly, more so due to the magical grips that bound him than the actual vehicle that had landed onto him. This was silly. And his foe, redundant. Thus, Joey decided to win. Closing his eyes, he transformed into lightning, to escape the grips, and fled through the car, forming once again as a man hovering atop it. Silk cape flapping in the wind, he crossed his arms, and put on the tough guy act once more.

"Now it's my turn. Are you ready?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. As one of the strongest beings on the planet, he found himself saying this more and more to muggers and low level metas that tried to mess with him, albeit it usually had no real effect. Taking off, he zoomed right in front of the God King, ignoring all the usable vehicles that his foe had attempted to use as weapons. Being hit by a car at their level was equivalent to a man being hit by a spitwad - ultimately, pointless. This, though... he thought, as he clenched his fist, this isn't a spitwad.

Grinding his feet into the asphalt, he lunged forward, driving his fist straight toward the God King's stomach with strength that would hit like a comet. On a normal man, the punch would be effective enough to completely shatter their internal organs, and most likely send their lower ribcage through their back and miles away. However, with all his talk, Joey doubted that Methodius was a 'normal human', and thus, struck away.

The punch was not all, though. As Joey struck, he would get out of his crouching position, and attempt to strike again, this time, going for the God King's face. The punch to the face was usually a finisher, but, when you intended to punch someone in the face as many times as Joey intended to punch Methodius, you wouldn't mind bringing it out early. Blows having the force to create shockwaves and shatter glass in the buildings nearby, Joey sincerely hoped they would hit. He wanted to go home.

Within him, Zeus roared, and Joey roared with him, a defiant yell to show the God King that he would not be swayed by cars and big words.

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Joey sighed. Unfortunately, the godly being before him was blatantly stereotypical. He was the boss fight at the end of every video game. The big bad. Classical evil. A list of ways to define the type ran through Joey's mind at lightspeed, as the God King laughed and spoke. His lightning-sparkling eyes darted up to Methodius, scratching his chin carefully. "So... you're gonna entertain people by beating the crap outta me, thus making an example of me, and how people should see how powerful you are. But I mean, wouldn't that just scare people?" Joey shrugged. "I mean, people don't wanna see people beat the crap out of each other. I mean, some do, but- like- uh..." He stumbled in his words a bit, talking faster than thinking. "People wanna see their families at the end of the day. They wanna go home and watch tv. Unless you're not really sticking with the whole 'for the people' thing... I dunno, you seem a little back and forth there."

Joey couldn't say much else, as Methodius traveled faster than the eye could see to Joey's position. However, Joey could keep up, and thus, watched the being charge him. He didn't do anything to stop what happened next, as Methodius kicked him, sending him flying backwards at uncharted speeds. He crashed into one of the parked cars, setting off the alarms and bending the metal frame like a warm knife hitting butter. Before he could recover, a ball of energy unlike any he had seen before came into the mix as well, hitting him square in the chest. The car exploded, now, engulfing the boy-god in flames that could be seen for blocks around. Now, Methodius' first series of strikes had ended. Slowly, Joey stood - removing himself from the remains of the car, careful to not tear his clothes or cloak on any of the metal edges. "Wow. That was pretty good!" Joey grinned, waving a hand through his greased hair, the only thing that seemed to have been affected by the attacks. "I tell ya, when other superhumans start to come after you, they're gonna really have to group. Yknow? Like, hardcore raid boss style."

"Now, I don't want any more trouble. You tried, and it was great, but I mean, for real... lemme go."

The lightheartedness of his voice left with the last two words, and his smile now turned into a grimace. Fists clenched, slowly, and his brow furrowed. The tough guy act. And this time, when Methodius came to hit him, the King of the Gods would not wait.

He would retaliate.

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"Not very aware of what the people want, is he?" Blitzkrieg mused, lips pursed as he stood atop a nearby building, only to better his view of the arena. Behind him stood his armed guard, emotionless even under the thin black masks they wore. Below, Times Square, a barbaric place to perform a barbaric act - the public execution of Joey Beckham, Zeus' own Herald. Emil did not want this to occur, per say, but it was almost universally agreed that going through unsatisfactory events was truly a way to form strength, and resilience. "Dispose of his freund." He said idly, crossing his arms behind his back. The hostage that they had used to lure the half-god served his purpose. Now, he was just a witness to things that were to forever remain unseen. And plus, apparently, Joey would not live to the end of this bout, meaning no real consequences to Emil doing so.

He smiled, thin lips stretching across his face. "And let us see what favor we can earn from this God King, yes?"

_ _ _

On the Ground.

Joey was roughly pushed into the arena, landing on his hands and knees as he did so. He stood, slowly, and looked around, bewilderment across his face even after the weird German man had explained things to him. "What the..." He murmured, eyeing the walls that locked both he and Methodius where they stood. An arena.

GLADIATORIAL!

Joey nodded, as the King of the Gods within him roared. "I guess we have to..." He swallowed, clenching his fists. Now, he was just Joey. Jeans, a t-shirt, and a red sweatshirt, worn from almost daily use. Incidentally, his features were similar to those of a rodent, with his scrawniness and thin facial features, a face which showed anger and fear. Methodius was his enemy here, but whether or not he could defeat Methodius...

OF COURSE WE CAN! I SHALL SMITE ALL WHO OPPOSE ME!

Hm. Well, Zeus had decided. And thus, Joey's fear diminished, and he raised a lone hand to the skies, calling forth a lightning bolt as thick as a phone booth to strike him. Bathing him in it's light, it transformed him, turning his scrawniness to brawniness, thin face to sculpted. From mouse to lion, he transformed into the Herculean that the people had learned to love throughout a career of superheroics, and now, he stood, silk cape flowing perfectly behind him as he placed his fists on his hips.

Voice booming now with the echo of Zeus', he called out to Methodius. "Dude, this isn't entertaining unless I win. Thems the facts, you're scary, so I mean, if ya really wanna entertain 'em, let me beat you up. I'll pull my punches, don't worry." He waved a dismissive hand through the air, showing his true youth through his words. "Unless you think you beating me is gonna do it. Either way, I don't think you're understanding the difference between fame and infamy." Joey shrugged. Regardless of the God-King's flawed views, he'd answer the call to battle.

"We gonna fight or what?"

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