“Who are you, any one of you, without your super friends?” PK01 asked as he pumped the gun for a final shot. That’s when the mines at the far entrance as well as every other trap were set off. They sent the tank in first. That wasn’t a dumb move, but Peacekeeper came prepared. The young tough hero came at him with everything he had in one blow after busting through a wall and screaming PK-01’s name. PK-01 pulled his blade, enchanted by the evil sorceress Tala, who was a member of some supervillain team led by Gorilla Grodd. “I killed Poison Ivy to get this blade enchanted.” he taunted as he dodged the young hero’s attack and slashed him multiple times across the arm and back. Monolith continued to attack despite being outclassed in hand to hand. The two were probably several dozen feet away from the injured Bolt when the other Titans began moving on the robotic super soldier. The robotic hero Zen had taken to the air and began to blast at the legs of the adversary. One of the blasts caught meat, or rather the robotic limb that was Peacekeeper-01’s right leg. Now at more of a disadvantage he could see some mist powered metahuman exiting the vents, and a young girl that looked like she had an extension cord wrapped around her hands. PK-01 only took his eyes off of Monolith for a few seconds after taking the critical shot to his leg. The slashes across Monolith’s arms hurt. More than he realized they would. Tank shells could do little more than leave his skin sore, and PK-01’s sword cut bloody gashes through it. This was a type of pain Monolith hadn’t experienced in a long time, and it just drove his adrenaline further. He was seeing red, and it was more than just the red running down his arm. He screamed bloody murder, and lunges for PK-01. Monolith clenched his grip around the bastard’s wrist. He pulled, [i]hard[/i] and snapped the cybernetic arm off like a dead twig. The magic sword clattered to the ground. As though the arm were just a metal club, Monolith whirled it over his head and brought it down on PK-01’s armored head over, and over again. He was fully intent on beating the man to death.