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[hr]The eruption into the Metro Tower sent stray pieces of debris everywhere. One collided with Barda and sent her to the ground. Her head knocked against it hard. Fuzzy shapes formed in the corner of her eyes before worked through them. The sound of fighting radiated all around her. It was everything. It was all things. Still, she silenced the song into one clear voice. It was the voice she needed to overcome. She blinked numerous times, and then she slid her palms under the beam, molten hot on either end that laid over her. She pushed it up and away from her body. Standing, she surveyed around her. The room was mostly destroyed, and many of the heroes were gone. She didn’t know why. She assumed it was from valiant combat. There hovered a woman, the obvious assailant. 

[color=942d23]“Oh, idiot child,”[/color] she said. Barda considered using her Mega Rod, but they were in a populated area. Its range was far too large and massive that she could be assured there wouldn’t be causalities. In the days of past, she wouldn’t have cared. The Justice League made sure she cared. So, she sighed and jumped up at the woman, readying a punch to the face. It was deflected, easily. Yet, Barda landed, twisted away from the heat vision shot her way and took a different angle. She was able to get her punch in then, landing it directly in Solara’s midsection. The other screamed and pushed Barda away, but she was ready. She vaulted off the nearest surface, whatever that was, and launched herself at Solara again. The process happened again and again, Barda getting the upper hand on one-to-one combat. That was until the Kryptonian blasted her laser vision well into Barda’s chest, she flew back into the ground. Her ears rang and everything hurt.

Yet, Barda knew she had the Mega Rod. She knew it could give a heavy amount of damage. She just needed Solara positioned upwards and away from people. She angled the weapon upwards. [color=942d23]“Can someone get her in my range?”[/color] she asked, pulling herself up slowly. She wouldn’t be on the offensive again, she needed help.[hr]