[quote=@Sep]Turning around she saw the board drifting lazily away from the surfer, running towards Superman currently grappling with the surfer.

Running at him with speed she twisted into a right hook on the side of the Surfers head, knocking him further into Supermans embrace. Had she not been as fast as she was she wouldn't have noticed that for just a [i]split[/i] second where her fist came into contact seemed to lose it's chromed look. She didn't have long to think about it though as she chased after the board. There were two parts to this fight after all.
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[color=Gray][B][I]Blasphemy! How can this be?![/I][/B][/color]

This test had not been perpetuated as planned. Rather than learning whether or not this world's superhuman populice were fit to stand among his master's ranks as the supreme race in all of the cosmos, The Silver Surfer had only found that the resillience of two - a mere two of these metahumans, and no more - had been more than enough to quell the unfathomable temper of The Power Cosmic's fury. Or so it had seemed, at least, to The Surfer who had been wielding blasts of cosmic energy just moments prior. The Surfer who now struggled in vain in the mighty grip of the one who had openly mocked him with his misguided, misplaced and percieved altruistic sense of moral obligation to one planet's race. 

This "Superman" did not understand. Should The Surfer not complete his mission and test the mettle of this Earth's champions in their entirety, this world - nay, the universe itself - would descend into oncoming chaos. Planets would be ripped asunder, billions would die at their own hands, and the harmony that The Surfer's master had sworn to bring about the universe would never reach it's true and intended fruition. The Surfer cackled with rage, sensing his power weaken even further. This was not how things were meant to be. And he would rather perish than allow his mission to end so abruptly, so casually. As if his quest were nothing all along.

[color=Gray][B]"YOU WOULD DARE? YOU WOULD SACRIFICE THE UNIVERSE FOR THE SAKE OF ONE LIFE? ONE PLANET?!"[/B][/color]

Struggling under The Man Of Steel's clutches, The Silver Surfer lifted his forearm and extended his hand towards the board. The Power Cosmic may have been fading from him in this dire hour, but the link between The Surfer and his board was unbreakable. It was as much an extension of his being as the cosmos themselves, and bended only to his will. As he tried to command it, however, he could already see the blinding race of crimson that represented The Flash chasing after it. 

[b][color=Gray]"THEN YOUR FATE IS DESERVED. I HAD TRIED TO AVOID PASSING JUDGEMENT PREMATURELY, [/color][color=Silver]BUT YOU HAVE LEFT ME WITH NO CHOICE!"[/color][/b]

Summoning what he could of the rest of his strength, The Herald of a faraway master fiercely broke The Metropolis Marvel's hold over him with a simple, blinding light of energy that dispelled from his body and forced the Caped Wonder back. The chrome exterior that permeated over The Surfer's body was losing it's once brilliant hue, but The Surfer watched as the stars themselves still danced between his fingers. The Power Cosmic had not yet given up on him. There was still a chance to succeed.

[b][color=Silver]"YOUR JUDGEMENT COMES FIRST, FLASH."

[IMG]https://i.imgur.com/p0xtTYt.png[/IMG]

"AND I JUDGE YOU TO BE..."[/color][/b]

With a mere wave of his hand, both The Surfer's board and The Flash herself were seemingly blinked away from existence. Teleported to a remote part of the planet, but nevertheless placed far away from this conflict. Per The Surfer's view, Iris West's role going forward was irrelevant, for her test was over. And she was proven unworthy.

[b][color=Silver]"...EXILED."[/color][/b]

The Surfer's white-hot gaze turned towards the recovering Superman, who looked less damaged than momentarily stunned. There was something about this one, even The Surfer had to admit, that was different from the metahuman populace that called this planet home. Reaching out into the vast array of The Man Of Steel's memories, The Surfer called upon his cosmic awareness to gain a sense of his true origins. 

And what he saw... was a planet enveloped in a green flame. A faraway place, where a people unlike Earth's humans had once thrived. Had once lived together in prosperity. An entire civilization wiped away from the cosmos themselves.

Krypton. They called it Krypton. And this one... he was once known not as Superman, not even as Clark Kent, but as Kal-El. Last remaining heir to the House of El, and indeed, the last son of the dead civilization. The Surfer watched through the infant's eyes as he was carried off into space, the flames of his birthworld licking at the protective shell that had brought him to this planet. 

What a pity, The Surfer realized, that these individuals could not send their entire race to this planet to continue thriving. His master would have gladly accepted a great and powerful army amassed of beings like this Kal-El, and the harmony promised to the universe would be assured. But fate had apparently rendered such an ideal impossible to attain. 

[color=Silver][b]"KAL-EL."[/b][/color] 

The Surfer reached up once more, energy pulsating from his hand. The Superman felt an invisible grip come over his throat.

[b][color=Silver]"PASSING JUDGEMENT UPON YOU IS... FUTILE. YOU ARE NOT OF THIS WORLD, OR ANY WORLD THAT CURRENTLY STILL EXISTS. YOU ARE NOT MEANT TO BE APART OF THE TEST."[/color][/b]

[IMG]https://i.imgur.com/oADg1Fc.png[/IMG]

[b][color=Silver]"FOR THESE REASONS, I SHOULD REMOVE YOU FROM THIS PLANET. FROM EXISTENCE ITSELF."[/color][/b]