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[b]”Now! Hit it with everything you’ve got!” [/b]

That was the first thing thing War-Pulse had actually heard from his comrades since they had started to hit the portal with energy. Mainly because he had spent the past five minutes finding out what demon fist takes like. It had not taken too long for the portal to have an adverse reaction to their assault and spew demons out like the drunk chick with her vodka shots after a rough night of partying. Before long, War-Pulse had been overrun by the hellish spawn, a swarm of the winged disasters spearing him and tackling him to the floor. The sheer number of them forced him off of his feet, and he could barely bring his arms up to protect his faces as they went to town with biting, kicking, scratching, punching, and all manner of violent attacks. The kinetic sheath held up against their blows, but he still found himself simply on the defensive, every punch or burst he could fire was simply met with more demon. For every haymaker he used to take a demon's head off, two more would start biting at his wrist.

"Dammit! Why you--friggin...ARGH!" He murmured, cursed, and screamed at the monsters, launching busts of energy to throw them off, making a currently futile motion to fling enough of them off to resume his attack on the portal. It seemed the creatures would come without end, flowing until they had eventually overrun the whole group of metahumans.

That is until a lone black-clad hero, whom War-Pulse had never noticed until he appeared with Icon, began to make dents in the portal's apparant "Shielding", opening it up just in time for Icon to scream out his command. 

And War-Pulse would answer the call with as much vigor as he could muster, Grabbing one demon by the tail, he swung the beast in a wide arc, slamming it against its comrades in an attempt to clear his immediate vicinity. The scattering of chattering hellspawn gave War-Pulse enough room to aim at the portal with a free hand, and with a deafening crack, another beam of energy shot from his hand, pouring into the openings left in the portal by the black-clad man.

Sure enough, Pulse's energy combined with the other heroes' powers were enough, the massive portal convulsing and crackling under the overcharge. War-Pulse was barely able to get his hand in front of his eyes to avoid the bright flash, but all in an instant the crisis was solved, the light claiming all the immediate infernal denizens back to their respective homeland, their Earthly bodies' reduced to ash and cinders.

A brief pause was heard among the small crowd of metahumans at the portal, an air of final calm that punctuated the end of the incident, before War-Pulse broke that silence with a raise of his arms and a declaration of victory.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That's what I'm [i]talking[/i] about!" War-Pulse exclaimed. "Did you fucking see that?! We just sent hell packing with their scaly tails between their goddamn legs! I mean, not to pat ourselves on the back, but we just beat hell!" He laughed, twirling on his heels to get a good look at his comrades before glancing over the city, clearly still full of adrenaline based on his attitude. "God Damn! My first day here and I'm punching demons in the face...I FREAKING LOVE THIS TOWN!"

"Yes, yes, we're all excited," Crackled a voice on Pulse's in-ear communicate. Warden had got the communications working again, apparently, seeing as how he had been silent during the whole demon invasion it was safe to say that the energies had resulted in some minor interference on the communicator. Or that Warden simply had nothing to say about demons other than 'hit them really hard'. Both options were plausible. "It looks like you have a casualty, though. I can see on your radial scanner you have one man in critical condition.

"That's right! Where's the loser in black who got his finger torn by the demon?" Pulse asked the others, whirling around to try and get a better look at the man in black. "Seriously, why did he think punching the demon portal was going to work, anyway? We had that covered."

"No, you didn't, and show that man some respect. That "Loser in Black" was the only reason you were able to penetrate the portal's outer wall. His punches created some kind of vortex that created holes in the portal's defenses...something I'm still trying to analyze to a better degree." Clearly it had been the latter. "Either way, judging by the sudden disappearance of two heartbeats nearby, I can guess Icon took the Man in Black to the nearest hospital. Either way, his well-being is no longer our concern, what is our concern is trying to find a job for you. With the portal closed, I can imagine there will be quite a few opportunists trying to take advantage of the chaos, and plenty of them can be easily cashed in for us. I'll have a job for you as soon."

And before Pulse could respond, Warden shut off the communicator. Even in a crisis, the man was all business. Still, another breath of relief left Pulse, his mask covering his enthusiastic smile as he whirled around to Archangel, the Iron Knight, Lyger, and Radiance, though Lyger was the only name he knew, and the rest being nameless costumes at the moment. 

"So, who's getting victory shots?" War-Pulse asked the group, draping an arm around Lyger as he motioned to the others. "Or maybe some food? Either way sounds good to me!"