[indent][b][u]December 25th, 1:13 AM
Gotham Harbor, New Jersey[/u][/b][/indent]

A shuddering boom resounded through the area as a minotaur fell, the spin of the auto cannons underneath the aircraft slowing. It didn’t take long for the low hum of the Grim Jet to descend upon Gotham Harbor, hovering a few feet above a stack of shipping crates. Finding an open space for an aircraft as large as it would be nearly impossible in the cluttered area of the harbor.

Luckily, any undesirable elements had either already been fended off by the mythological creatures, or took off on getting the gleam of the silver wolf’s head imprinted on the side of the jet.

From inside the cockpit Grim’s console was alight, showing not only the state of her jet but the surroundings as well. The sensors contained in her goggles were built into it after all, showing the heat signatures of those around. There were still harpies converging on the area, no doubt getting word of a flying foe. With a heavy sigh the auto cannons started once more as Grim turned the jet to the approaching figures. Seriously, she had more pressing things than flying whores to be concerned about, starting with gathering up the group of ragtag vigilantes.

A sudden explosion of water in the harbor sprayed the harpies with a sheet of water, which froze in place an instant later. The more drenched harpies began to fall as the ice held their wings in place, as Aquaman rocketed out of the water, an aura of magic still shimmering off the Trident of Neptune. Landing on the docks, Orin looked up at the familiar dark jet above him, holding the trident aloft and calling down a burst of lightning to try and scare away the regrouping harpies. The trip here had been a quick one, though it had taken some of his own magic to cut the time down; and Orin didn’t want to be drawn into a long fight with some small-time monsters when there were Titans to fell.

In only a short span of time, a green streak skated across the sky and slowed to a halt over Gotham Harbor. Long had he awaited the day where he could walk into Gotham and not have to worry about getting mugged. Today looked to be that day. 

It wasn’t all that hard to look around the harbor and find the parked jet. Emerald Knight vaguely remember something like it back when he was fighting high tech future jets before his retreat to Oa. He could very well remember flying around North Springs and hearing that grizzly, synthetic voice asking him to come to Gotham. He knew right then and there that these monsters were attacking multiple places around the world, rather than just starting in some ho-dunk town and working up. Gods were prideful, they’d just march over the whole world all at once.

Crafting a megaphone, Emerald Knight surveyed the area and fought off which monsters came his way. “Did someone ask for the Emerald Knight? Fifteen minute ass kicking or it’s free!” 

With his message announced, he recalled the megaphone and pull all of his focus into working on the harpies that had been annoying him since he had flown near the harbor. He flew back up to meet them halfway, and summoned a large hammer to swing at them with.

Loud thuds started sounding out from the north end of the city from the weighted hops and strikes of Tank having arrived and closing distance. It wasn’t long before a whistle came through the air near the harbor followed up by the big man riding a very beaten cyclops down into the concrete where he delivered a knockout blow to the thick head of it immediately to keep the monster out of his hair later. He started jogging over to the meeting place noting how close he had managed to land as an improvement over last time the rest of them had met up. A few moments later he came into view of the others with a wave as well as a smile though it wasn’t visible to them. For the moment it looked like the whole defense crew had been assembled for the show which was great given how tough the fight would likely be, the more the merrier so to speak.

Girard noted the fallen minotaur and harpies already in the harbor quite pleased to see the others doing well for themselves while thinning out some of the opposition before they tried to square off with a Titan. That was a good start but not quite all of them as he heard the tread of a couple more minotaurs coming around the nearest warehouse more than likely coming to see what the harpies were attacking, not to mention the other one who got its ass kicked ahead of them. The helmeted man gave a bellowing roar of his own as they rounded the corner charging at the bull men slamming into the legs of one toppling it before turning to catch the arm of the other trying to punch him. With a hefty pull he flipped the offender into the ground opposite side of him before getting a better grip on the large arm with both hands and starting to spin until shot putting the creature into its partner who was just regaining its footing.

Go figure one of them was still raring for a fight now angry with the relatively small human in front of them as it quickly got back to its feet rushing at the cause of its temper tantrum. The result was a little comical as Tank kicked the head of the minotaur downward hard enough that it flipped over allowing him to catch it in just the right position to powerbomb it straight into the ground cracking in the process, as it had through most of the one sided fight, leaving both defeated in a matter of moments. Afterwards the big guy walked his way over closer to the others who were engaged with the remaining flock of harpies which he would have had much more trouble with considering he couldn’t actually fly or freeze them out of the air.

[color=A9A9A9]“One Tank present and accounted for. If you need any help getting them feel free to lead them over here to dry land.”[/color] Girard shouted to his fellow vigilantes making his presence know as if they didn’t know from a moment ago. They were pretty busy but it never hurt to let them know he was on hand just in case.

Despite his offer of assistance, with Tank having taken care of the bulky minotaur on the ground between the three other vigilantes it didn’t take long to dispatch their own airborne problem. Between magitech autocannons, the freezing water of Gotham Harbor turned against them, and the sheer power of a green lantern ring, whatever harpies hadn’t been dispatched in their initial arriving assault were thoroughly routed.

Watching them scatter into the streets of Gotham was no comfort to Grim, especially knowing her two adopted sons were now patrolling the streets, however there were bigger things to deal with at this time. The Grim Jet’s autocannons once more spun to a quiet standstill before the aircraft lowered to hover as close to the ground as possible, the glass of the cockpit popping open. Grim stepped over the console to stand on the nose of the jet, something clutched in her right hand.

[color=IndianRed]”Glad you could make it,”[/color] The deep rumble of Grim’s voice called out to the others, and without further delay she tossed them each an item one by one. Just like when they worked together in the middle east, they each held a small communicator to fit along their ear. [color=IndianRed]”These new ones work off my magitech satellites, so don’t worry about getting too far away from each other. Green…”[/color] For a moment Grim trailed off, trying to remember the code name of the green individual. She was so used to just discarding them - she barely remembered Lady Arcana and Tank at times.

[color=IndianRed]”Green Knight,”[/color] She finally settled on, hoping it was close enough. [color=IndianRed]”The three of us have a plan to draw these creatures’ leader out. Up for challenging a Titan?”[/color]

[color=007236]“Challenging a Titan?”[/color] Emerald Knight felt compelled to echo the words that Grim said directly to him. He had something prepared, but a short breath stopped him. He hovered above the city and gazed around to see just what everyone was doing. [color=007236]“You know? Why not. Lets go and challenge a titan.”[/color]

Aside from taking out the occasional skyward monster, Emerald Knight would swoop in and dive bomb some creatures here and there. Some flew up into the stratosphere, others were sent into the dirt, and the small third category left special creatures mangled and broken from excessive blunt force.  He could afford to take away some time from all the little things to hit a bigger thing. 

He was quite glad to know that Grim was already a step ahead with giving out communicators. Maybe if this all worked out, they could get each other’s cell numbers and bug each other at inopportune times of the day.

[color=007236]“So, what’s the plan? Who’s the one behind all this?”[/color]

[color=IndianRed]”A God,”[/color] Was the simple response from the Gotham Hero, Grim no longer looking to the three men, but rather down at her wrist computer. The small screen flashed with images as her gloved fingers glided across it. [color=IndianRed]”More than that, the same God we suspect was providing magitech to Al-Asad’s army in the middle east, as well as the Elysium in New York. Looks like he’s finally revealing his hand to the table.”[/color]

Finally Grim tilted her arm to show Emerald Knight, the small screen upon her wrist broadcasting the hundred-foot being rapidly approaching Washington, DC. [color=IndianRed]”So to draw him out, we have to topple his deck of cards.”[/color]

Tank caught a communicator turning to adjust his helmet’s newer face cover so he could place it on his ear. Apparently they had gotten an upgrade too and probably for the better with the ever rising amount of complications they were having to deal with. Communication would be extremely important in the long run he figured and having the support/company of others was always a treat. Plus with a team like this they were pretty well equipped to make something of this hammerblow opportunity on the whole invasion and if an actual god was behind the past several months it would be satisfying to give them hell for it in one way or another. This was going to be in a word, cathartic, to say the least.

[color=A9A9A9]”Looks like it's just about showtime by the amount of creatures that were in the area. If the deity in charge wants proof of how little ground we intend to give this might be a good start to sticking a nerve.”[/color] Girard said sounding excited for the main event ahead of time. [color=A9A9A9]“Plus we get to smack around something that big and powerful in the process of holding the line, win-win situation huh?”[/color]

Orin snatched the communicator out of the air and affixed it, glancing over and chuckling at Tank’s comment. [color=lightseagreen]”I admire the optimism big guy, but I fear it might not so easy. After all, these creatures gave even the gods themselves a fight last time they were free.”[/color] Orin looked around, taking stock of the situation. The four of them here, the Wizard on her way to confront the root of the problem, the plant man dealing with the underworld… It seemed crazy. But none of them were ordinary people. Orin’s grip on the Trident of Neptune tightened, feeling the magical power hum through the artifact.

[color=lightseagreen]”On the other hand…”[/color] Orin said with a small smile. [color=lightseagreen]”Though the Titans have fought gods before, I don’t think they’ve ever faced four at once. So long as we watch each others backs, I think we have a chance.”[/color]

[color=IndianRed]”As do I.”[/color] The levels of excitement, determination, and resolve in the three other heroes was palpable. [color=IndianRed]”Plus, from looking at old myths about the Titans ... I have a plan.”[/color]