Toneri hovered in the air, his pale form bathed in the dim red glow of Apokolips' hellish landscape. Below him, Steppenwolf rose to his feet, his once-imposing armor now tattered, scorch marks littering its surface from their previous exchange and of course a few katon jutsu here and there. Beside him, Kalibak groaned, his massive form trembling as blood trickled down his forehead. The bastard child of Darkseid had taken the worst of it—a devastating blow that had rattled his entire being, his body still steaming from the impact. He had tried to block, had thought he could endure, but somehow, the pale being had struck through his defenses, as if resistance itself was meaningless.
Beside him, Steppenwolf crouched low, his axe gripped tightly in both hands. His burning red eyes locked onto Toneri, analyzing the opponent that hovered before them. He knew now that this opponent was no mere nuisance. The warrior before him possessed both speed and power in abundance, a combination that made him especially dangerous.
But his musings were cut short as Toneri blurred from his position—one moment floating above, the next suddenly between them in a low, bent stance.
Steppenwolf barely managed to react, swinging his axe up just in time to absorb a brutal split kick aimed for his face. The force behind the attack sent him skidding several meters back, boots grinding against the blackened rock beneath them. Kalibak, however, wasn't as fortunate. He had been just a fraction of a second slower, his reflexes dulled by the pain still coursing through him. Toneri's foot connected with his jaw, snapping his head back as blood and saliva sprayed from his mouth.
But Toneri didn't let up. His form twisted midair as he landed and immediately launched forward, pursuing Kalibak before the brute could recover. He danced around him, weaving through the air with frightening speed as his hands became a blur, a relentless flurry of palm strikes smashing into Kalibak's chest, ribs, and stomach with sickening cracks. Each impact reverberated through the air, sending shockwaves outward as the giant of Apokolips was driven further and further back.
Then, Steppenwolf moved—an attempt at a sneak attack, axe raised for a downward slash.
Toneri noticed, of course. With a flicker of motion, he stepped off Kalibak's own staggering form, using the brute's shoulder as a foothold to push himself up and over the incoming attack. The axe carved through empty space as Toneri flipped gracefully above them, landing smoothly behind Kalibak.
Steppenwolf, undeterred, spun on his heel, immediately following up with a vicious horizontal swing meant to decapitate the interloper.
But Toneri was faster.
He ducked beneath the blade, his movements fluid and precise, almost as if he had eyes on the back of his head. The follow-up diagonal slash came just as quickly, but he sidestepped effortlessly, watching the weapon miss him by inches.
Then, with an amused smirk, he backflipped several times, putting distance between them. His glowing blue eyes studied the two battered warriors, his face radiating nothing but calm amusement.
"Y'know," he mused, tilting his head slightly. "For all the hype about Darkseid's elite warriors, you guys sure get tossed around a lot. Should I be worried? Or do I need to slow down so you can keep up?"
Steppenwolf snarled, gripping his axe tighter, while Kalibak wiped the blood from his mouth, his anger growing.
They didn't get the chance to retort.
Toneri whispered, "senpou: Hakugeki no jutsu( sage art: white rage technique)."
From his mouth erupted a spectral dragon, its ghostly green form coiling around an orb clutched in its claws. The very air vibrated as the beast screeched, a blinding light and deafening noise overwhelming the battlefield in an instant. The sheer force of it paralyzed both warriors, their senses thrown into disarray, their bodies locking up as the technique took hold.
That was all the opening Toneri needed.
He vanished from sight, reappearing behind them in a flicker of motion. Chakra surged into his fist, and with a single devastating punch to Steppenwolf's spine, he sent the warlord hurtling through the air like a ragdoll. Kalibak barely had time to process what had happened before Toneri pivoted, delivering a spinning kick to his ribs that sent him stumbling to the side adding to his agony.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a chakra rod materialized in his hand, elongating into a chain. With a smirk, he lashed it forward, the chain wrapping tightly around Kalibak's massive wrist.
"Get over here," Toneri said, yanking the brute forward. "I'm not done with you."
Kalibak barely had time to grunt before Toneri's knee crashed into his gut, forcing the air from his lungs. As he doubled over in agony, an elbow strike slammed into his jaw, sending a tooth flying. Before he could recover, Toneri spun, the chakra chain extending, wrapping around his other arm, then his legs.
With an almost playful ease, Toneri tugged, manipulating Kalibak like a puppet, sending him flying through the air before catching him with a devastating roundhouse kick that sent him crashing into the ground.
Then he let go of the chain entirely, just as an axe whizzed past his face.
Steppenwolf had recovered. The warlord's axe swung wildly in an attempt to cleave him in two, but Toneri was unfazed. He sidestepped effortlessly, letting the weapon sail past him. Then, with a casual command of his chakra, he activated the Deva Path.
Gravity itself turned against Steppenwolf as he was yanked downward with crushing force, the ground beneath him cracking as he slammed into it back-first.
Before Toneri could press the advantage, a sudden explosion rang out in the distance.
His head turned toward the tower they had come from, his Tenseigan activating instinctively. Through his enhanced vision, he saw it—Superman, engaged in battle with the rest of their teammates.
"What the…" he began to think.
Then, movement.
A whip cracked through the air, striking the spot where he had stood just moments before.
Toneri's eyes narrowed as he turned to face the new arrival. A woman stood before him, her armor adorned with metallic bands that wrapped around her limbs and torso. A strange helmet covered parts of her face, giving her an eerie, almost mechanical appearance.
Kalibak, still recovering, let out a ragged chuckle. "Took you long enough, Lashina."
Toneri's gaze flicked to him, noting the way the brute's hand rested near his belt. He scoffed internally.
"So he called backup, huh?"
Lashina smirked, cracking her whip again. "How nice of you to rough up this ugly idiot for us."
Toneri gave her a blank stare before looking at the rest of the new comers and floating a few feet into the air.
Mad Harriet grinned wildly, stepping forward with manic excitement. "Oh, a handsome new toy don't you think Big barda?"
Then, a more commanding voice cut through the air.
"Steppenwolf," Big Barda called out, her imposing form stepping forward. "What's going on here?"
Steppenwolf groaned as he pushed himself up. "A nuisance," he spat. "One that is proving to be far more trouble than anticipated."
The Furies glanced between each other before one of them chuckled.
"So, are you going to surrender?" Bernadeth asked, lips curling into a smirk. "Or would you like to entertain us a little?"
Toneri exhaled softly, his amusement growing. "Doesn't seem like a fair fight."
Mad Harriet cackled. "Do you hear that Bernadeth, Oh but that's what makes it fun!"
Toneri's smile was soft, almost peaceful.
"Is that so?" he mused.
Internally, he thought, 'Well… I think it's about time I bring that out for a test.'
Toneri hovered in the air, his pale form still illuminated by the fiery glow of Apokolips. He smirked slightly, even as he faced the infamous Female Furies, listening to their chatter. Or rather, listening to the most talkative one—Mad Harriet. She really should limit how much she spoke before a battle, but from the way they carried themselves, they were used to emerging victorious.
Even without turning around, Toneri saw them all clearly through his Tenseigan. His gaze moved from one to the next, analyzing them in mere seconds.
Bernadeth stood with a blade—or was it a dagger?—in hand. There was something dangerous about it, something oddly familiar. His eyes flicked to Gilotina, a swordswoman of some sort, her stance sharp and precise. Then there was Stompa, a massive woman with a towering frame.
"Hmm… I wonder why she's called that," Toneri mused internally, his smirk widening.
His attention moved to Mad Harriet, whose manic grin never wavered, then to Lashina, the one with the whip and a peculiar helmet covering parts of her face. Finally, his gaze landed on the one he deemed the most dangerous of them all—Big Barda. A warrior through and through, her blade resting comfortably in her grasp.
Three seconds. That was all he needed.
The silence shattered as Mad Harriet lunged at him first.
Toneri barely moved, tilting his head at the last second as her claws slashed the air where his face had been. She followed up with another swipe, but he sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid. The others followed—swords, fists, and whips striking at him from every direction. Yet, he danced through them, nimble and precise, redirecting their attacks against each other.
Steppenwolf suddenly slashed at him from behind, his axe cutting through the air. Toneri spun low into a split, dodging the horizontal swing before flipping back just as Stompa and Kalibak tried to crush him with a combined strike. The ground split apart, forming a crater beneath them.
Toneri sprang upward, forming a staff out of his chakra rod. He swung with explosive force, the impact against Kalibak's face creating a sonic boom. The force sent Kalibak hurtling through the air—straight into Mad Harriet, the two colliding in a heap.
Stompa roared and charged, but Toneri twisted midair and unleashed a devastating kick to her side. Her massive form folded from the impact, her feet skidding across the battlefield.
A whip cracked where he had been, forcing him to move again. In an instant, he found himself between Gilotina and Big Barda. A trap.
His Tenseigan darted from left to right as their swords came down. He raised his staff just in time, blocking both blades with a shockwave rippling from the impact. Steppenwolf wasted no time, swinging his axe in a diagonal slash meant to cleave him from shoulder to hip.
Toneri twisted, narrowly evading the attack. Before Steppenwolf could follow up, Toneri released his staff, disorienting the two swordswomen, and used the Deva Path to hold Steppenwolf in place.
Bernadeth took her chance, lunging in with her dagger. But Toneri was faster. He caught her wrist, twisted it with enough force to make her wince, and backflipped over Stompa, who attempted to grab his waist for a suplex.
The moment her hands closed on empty air, she crashed straight into Bernadeth.
A whip cracked again, but this time Toneri caught it. Before Lashina could react, he yanked her forward and struck her in rapid succession with his palm—each blow crackling with lightning chakra.
Lashina screamed as the chakra coursed through her body.
Above him, Kalibak dropped like a meteor, his fists raised to pulverize him.
Toneri leapt back, raising his fingers.
"Senpou: Inton Raiha."
Purple lightning crackled from his fingertips, splitting into volatile, jagged branches. The battlefield exploded with raw, electrified destruction.
"Dodge it!" Big Barda commanded.
Gilotina, Big Barda, and Steppenwolf barely escaped, but Bernadeth wasn't fast enough. A direct hit sent her convulsing on the floor.
Mad Harriet managed to evade most of the attack—only for another bolt to strike her, making her cackle through the pain.
Stompa tried to tank the attack, but the power behind the thunder blast overwhelmed her, sending violent tremors through her massive frame.
Kalibak screamed as his skin sizzled, his arms barely shielding him from the worst of the attack.
The instant the lightning subsided, Toneri whispered another technique.
"Senpou: Hakugeki no Jutsu."
Steppenwolf's eyes widened in recognition. "Cover your ears! Now—!"
But it was too late.
A spectral emerald dragon shot from Toneri's mouth just like it had done before, watching it coiling around a luminous orb in its claw Steppenwolf prepared for another wave of discomfort. The battlefield exploded with deafening sound and blinding light. The vibrations alone sent waves of agony through there whole body as their very bones vibrates, paralyzing them in place.
Toneri moved.
In a blink, he teleported behind Gilotina, who was still recovering from the earlier attack. As the technique's effects wore off, the first thing she saw was a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes.
White flower-like patterns churned within them, hypnotic and inescapable.
Her vision blurred.
Her body went lax.
Toneri smirked.
"Genjutsu: Tenseigan."
Steppenwolf wiped the blood from his mouth as he heard Big Barda's desperate shout.
"Gilotina! Can you hear me, Gilotina?!"
But there was no response. The swordswoman stood motionless, her body slack, her normally sharp gaze distant and unfocused.
Toneri, standing amidst the carnage with an air of detached amusement, answered with a calm certainty.
"It's no use. She's under an illusion."
Stompa turned to look at him with a glare.
"Do you really expect your enemies to explain what they've done to your comrade in battle?" He scoffed, his voice blank.
Toneri ignored her afterwards, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. Lashina, Bernadeth, and Gilotina were down, their bodies unmoving. Kalibak, still conscious, clutched his arm, the limb visibly damaged from Toneri's earlier thunder blast.
Steppenwolf gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his axe. The moment Toneri's gaze settled on Mad Harriet's twitching form, she let out a giddy giggle, her insane smile never faltering despite the clear damage she had taken.
"Well, aren't you a tenacious one," Toneri mused.
Then, almost lazily, he sighed. "Still, this doesn't seem fair. Five of you against just one of me… and I am in a bit of a hurry, you see."
Steppenwolf's grip on his axe tightened further. He had already suffered disgrace—unable to defeat this enemy alone, and now even with the Furies' help, they were still struggling.
Big Barda stepped forward, her expression unreadable. "Well, you've proven to be capable," she admitted, her stance firm. "But it won't matter. Reinforcements are here."
A terrible screech filled the air. The skies above Apokolips darkened as thousands of Parademons swarmed toward their location like a nightmarish tidal wave.
Toneri glanced up at them and smirked. "Well then," he said, stretching a hand and manifesting a green orb, "why don't you try and entertain me now? I've fulfilled my part of the entertainment, after all."
The moment he uttered those words, the Furies and Steppenwolf tensed, sensing something was about to happen.
Toneri lifted his right hand to his mouth and bit his thumb, drawing a single drop of blood. Almost instantly, his regeneration healed the wound, leaving no trace. But the drop of blood had already served its purpose as it was absorbed by the orb. Holding a hand seal, he whispered—
"Kuchiyose no Jutsu."
The moment the blood-touched chakra orb struck the ground, a massive plume of white smoke erupted across the battlefield, obscuring everything in sight.
When the smoke cleared, Kalibak and the others stared in disbelief.
A colossus loomed over them.
It stood as a towering monstrosity, standing as a towering colossus, its serpentine head crowned by a jagged structure with a single elongated spike on its forehead. Its glowing cyan eyes pulse with unnatural power, and massive bat-like wings churn the air with each beat. Thick, dark scales cover its body, laced with faint cyan energy coursing through its veins. Its muscular arms end in razor-sharp claws, while a long, sinuous tail thrums with controlled destruction.
This was Typhan, the Reforged Father of Monsters—reborn, reforged, and restructured by Toneri's chakra. No longer just a chaotic force of nature, but an instrument of something far greater.
The monster let out a deafening, otherworldly roar. The sheer force of the sound was beyond anything the Parademons had prepared for. The shockwaves rippled through the battlefield, obliterating nearly every Parademon in its path. Those that weren't immediately torn apart by the pressure of the sonic attack were sent hurtling across the landscape, their bodies breaking against the brutal terrain of Apokolips.
As the last echoes of the roar faded, Toneri landed gracefully atop the beast's head, his robe billowing behind him. From his elevated position, he looked down at his enemies, an almost playful smile on his lips.
"The main entertainment is upon us," he announced, his voice carrying easily over the stunned silence. "Now tell me… what shall you do?"