At the same moment, Black Scythe screamed and charged at Thomas, twirling his twin scythes.
"This time, your glowing stick won't save you!"
But Thomas didn't move much.
He just raised Mjolnir, whispered a word—
ZWOOOSH!
A lightning bolt surged from the sky, channeled through the hammer.
BANG!
Black Scythe's weapons were blown out of his hands, flying across the field—
And the shockwave sent him spinning and skidding into a wall. Out.
Everything fell silent.
The battlefield was littered with defeated villains.
Fangstrike, Bloodweb, Black Scythe—all down in mere moments.
The heroes stared in stunned silence.
Ben, his voice barely a whisper, "What... just happened?"
Sasha, wide-eyed, whispered, "He didn't just fight them… he ended them."
Hawkman, still stunned, added, "We've been battling those four for so long… and barely held our ground. Then he shows up, and wipes the floor with them in seconds."
He looked at the green lion.
