[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/nbnKdPX.jpg?1[/img][/center] [color=aba000][i]“You do realize you basically just told Batman to happily screw off, right? Why did you do that?!”[/i][/color] Kent Nelson was not in control of his own body, well [i]mostly[/i] not in control of his own body— he still felt it if a robot punched the extravagantly dressed torso of his, he still sort of had a sense of environment, but he was still very very much not the person talking or expunging killer robots with giant golden beams of magical [i]death[/i]. But as much as he felt like some sort of super-puppet-avatar thing he knew Nabu’s zeal was not pointless, though he didn’t quite exactly agree that visiting Gotham and spewing feces all over its protector was a good idea; sure, Nabu didn’t [i]literally[/i] lift his trousers and do the deed but he may as well had. The Caped Crusader had grumbled and glared, not appreciate their encroachment before they left so conveniently in a golden flash. It still… well, it made him [i]nervous[/i]. Batman definitely did not look like the kind of person you wanted to aggravate and he could feel that Nabu’s words would bite him personally in the ass in due time. There was no need to burn bridges by talking down to other similar super-powered beings. [color=aba000][i][b]“No such action was done.”[/b][/i][/color] Nabu’s mental reply held a sense of certainty, but then again this was a “greater” being from another plane of existence, so it was a bit hard to argue with that. Though the counter-point of him [i]not being human remotely ever[/i] came to mind – and he dreaded what Gotham’s protector could be thinking right now at this moment as the gold light that caused them to vanish faded thus finishing Nabu's teleportation spell. [color=aba000][i]“Maybe not. But we need to talk about your etiquette if you are going to be using my body to do stuff.”[/i][/color] Nabu didn’t reply, perhaps as indication that he did not disagree. Moving on, Kent Nelson found himself partially relieved he didn’t continue to have a long debate with someone who basically was controlling his body. Looking through his eyes Kent observed where they had been transported to and the glimmering shine of white skyscrapers and idyllic architecture suggested only one other place that he was familiar of in modern society: Metropolis. It certainly made sense given the exchange between Gotham’s protector and the omnipotent being that currently controlled his body that they would make way to Metropolis— heck, even without the suggestion by Batman it was pretty obvious even to Kent that the bulk of the damage and the epicenter of trouble was in Metropolis itself; which was why they were here to stop said trouble at the center of it by aiding the famed Man of Steel. [i][color=aba000]“So what’s the plan, Nabu?”[/color][/i] There was a silence as Nabu looked about the surroundings once more, as if processing information that Kent couldn’t see himself. [color=aba000][i][b]“We aid the hero of this domain and formulate a plan to stop this invasion thus securing this world’s fate.”[/b][/i][/color] [color=aba000][i]“Right.”[/i][/color] Holding out his arm, the form of Doctor Fate decided the best action of advancing would to be cast a spell to get a grasp on the location of the fallen hero of Metropolis— this sort of foresight was pretty vibrant to the mind of the host, but Nabu had picked Kent Nelson as his host and avatar for a reason; despite his utterly foolish demeanor and attitude he had quite an enduring will and strength alongside of having the right sort of moral disposition. Still… it left a heck of an exhausting sensation that Kent wasn’t a fan of and with Nabu in control of his body he couldn’t quite pop a few Sidonis meds and call it a day. As expected, the spell sent a shock through Kent Nelson’s brain as Nabu completely ignored whatever impact it had as he moved the hand down and began to levitate in the air—speaking mentally to the pretty much helpless archaeologist he was inhabiting. [color=aba000][b][i]“I have located Superman.”[/i][/b][/color] If Kent was in control of his body he would’ve probably cocked a smirk with his sarcastic remark. [color=aba000][i]“Well, that’s dandy.”[/i][/color] As the form of the synthesis of Nabu and Kent Nelson moved forward it seemed that their presence was detected by the local synthetic population—thus putting a halt on their advanced to continue their plan of “help Superman and save the day”. [color=a2d39c]“Neutralize specimen: Homo Magi.”[/color] [color=aba000][i]“Homo whatsit?”[/i][/color] Kent’s thoughts jumped as the form of Doctor Fate waved his hand aggressively before him—sending a giant arc of golden energy into the mob of synthetics. These synthetics were either more prepared than the ones in Gotham, had adapted to the magic Fate wielded, or Nabu hadn’t put the entirety of his zeal into his spell— either way, Nabu didn’t feel the physical consequences of fighting things like this… Kent Nelson did; and he was not eager to have his body attacked by physical force from metallic skeletons even with the sort of superhuman endurance Nabu granted him during their Doctor Fate synthesis. [center][h3]FWOOM![/h3][/center] [color=aba000][b]“Perish!”[/b][/color] Nabu sent out another more direct blast—focusing energy into one direct destruction school spell such as the one he used individually against the synthetics in Gotham; apparently the arc spell was more to give them some spacing between their enemies… good. As this spell hit one of the six synthetic drones it did as it did before— putting it out of commission so to speak. However, there was still [i]five[/i] drones in front of them— and without a Batman or Green Lantern to distract them they all began to swarm the singular mystical superhero; one of them going so far to tackle Doctor Fate in mid-air. Kent Nelson knew this was the part that was going to [i]suck[/i] and [i]hurt[/i]. However… little did the synthetics or Fate realize that the supposedly “fallen” Man of Steel in the rubble nearby was stirring; and likely very [i]unhappy.[/i]