[center][quote=@Inkarnate][b][color=FDAD07]“What value does this planet have to Darkseid?!”[/color][/b][/quote]
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[b]The Raft, New York[/B]

The Surfer sneered in Bekka’s direction. This one he knew of before travelling to Earth. The New Genisisian had survived the master’s purge of her planet by fleeing. Her cowardice was the stuff of legends. Now, motivated by guilt by failing to stand and fight the first time around, the princess looked determined to rectify her mistake. It was a determination that the Surfer was all too happy to meet head on – and break.

She sprinted ahead of the others to meet the Surfer in battle. He stood unmoved by the New Genisisian waving her blade towards him until she was metres from him. The first swing the Surfer parried with the black of his hand as if it were more harmless than a gnat. The second swing was wilder than the first. There was anger in her eyes. This time the Surfer caught the blade between his hands.

[b][color=#999999]“YOU BELIEVE THAT THE UNIVERSE OWES YOU RETRIBUTION. YOUR ENTITLEMENT CLOUDS YOUR JUDGEMENT. YOUR ANGER MAKES YOU SLOW. THE TRINKETS YOU RELY UPON MAKE YOU WEAK.”[/color][/b]

A beam of power cosmic from the Surfer’s eyes hit Bekka in the stomach and sent her staggering backwards. Her grip on the sword between her hands weakened. The Surfer prized it from between her fingers. There was a look of shock in her eyes – almost as if the herald should not have been able to possess the weapon. She grew more shocked still when the Surfer broke the blade of the weapon into several pieces of his knee.

[b][color=#999999]“YOUR WORLD WAS DESTROYED BECAUSE IT LACKED THE SENSE TO ANSWER DARKSEID’S CALL. IT WAS A FOOTNOTE IN HISTORY – [i]IRRELEVANT[/i] – AS YOU ARE WITHOUT YOUR WEAPON.”[/color][/b]

The Surfer scattered the broken pieces of blade on the ground in front of Bekka. His eyes were cold and motionless. With his other hand, the herald opened a portal to the Antarctic. He shunted the New Genisisian through it with a heavy kick and shut it behind her with a grin. The hilt of her weapon, the energy from the Mother Box infused in it weakening, he allowed to slip from his hands and fall to the ground.

[center][quote=@Superboy][color=7ea7d8]"See if you can't keep him still!" [/color][/quote][/center]
The sound of Jaime Reyes’ voice caught the Surfer’s attention. For the second time, the boy seemed poise to unfurl another blast of his cannon in his direction. Was he that dense? Had he not learned his lesson? A smirk, or as near to one as the Surfer could conjure up, inched onto the herald’s face as he prepared to redirect the boy’s energy back at hm – or one of his colleagues. 

The Surfer’s had crept up into the air in preparation when he was knocked a step or two sidewards by a sudden barrage of molten bullets.

[center][quote=@DocTachyon][color=#f92a0e][b]”You heard the kid! Let’s get ‘im tied!”[/b][/color][/quote][/center]
The Surfer grimaced. The bullets weren’t damaging him so much as annoying him. He sent a blast of power cosmic in the direction of Vigilante’s bike but he seemed to dodge it effortlessly. A frustrated groan left the Surfer’s lips as he readied himself to send another – but felt a sudden tug on his ankle. Vigilante’s infernal lariat had wrapped tightly around the herald’s leg and the vengeful spirit atop the bike was using every ounce of his strength, as well as the bike’s strength, to pull him off balance.

[b][color=#999999]“WHY DO YOU RESIST? ACCEPT DARKSEID AND KNOW PEACE. YOU CLAIM TO SERVE YOUR WORLD BUT EXTEND ITS MISERY.”[/color][/b]

It succeeded in knocking the Surfer to one knee. It was a momentary inconvenience, the Surfer thought to himself, as he reached down to free his ankle, only to find one of his hands bound by the webbing of Spider-Woman. She too summoned all the strength she could manage to prize but one of the Surfer’s hands away from his ankle and busy it. 

With his remaining free hand, the Surfer sent wild blasts of power cosmic at the heroes, trying in vain to damage them enough to free himself but found their sheer number near-insurmountable. From across the prison, the sound of Jaime's voice stopped the Surfer in his tracks.

[center][quote=@Superboy][color=7ea7d8]"HEY, YOU BALD BASTARD!"[/color] Reyes roared, his finger itching to pull the trigger. [color=7ea7d8]"GET THE [b]FUCK[/b] OFF MY PLANET!"[/color][/quote][/center]

There was a loud bang as the cannon unfurled a massive wave of energy towards the herald. It was too late to avoid it. He tugged in vain against his restraints but knew once it had left Jaime's cannon that it was destined to strike him. The awesome power that the Scarab lent the teen was unleashed on the Surfer's silver form. The herald was sent barrelling into the prison and found himself buried beneath tons of debris.

When the Surfer cleaved his way through the stone and steel that had buried him, his silver form appeared to show visible cracks. The power cosmic that seemed to crackle and teem from his every limb flickered somewhat. At first it appeared as if the Surfer's connection to the force had weakened, but from the way his hands balled into fists as he reappeared it was clear that the flickering was not weakness – but rage.

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[b][color=#999999]“ENOUGH. WHAT MERCY I HAVE EXTENDED YOU ENDS NOW. PREPARE TO FEEL THE [i]FULL[/i] FORCE OF THE POWER COSMIC.”[/color][/b]

The very ground beneath the heroes began the shake. What remained of the Raft began to crumble. The ocean around them whipped into a tempest of Biblical proportions. The shaking knocked the assembled heroes from their feet and the Surfer rose atop his board high above them. The lifeless blue eyes began to glow a murderous red as the herald prepared to let unleash the full weight of his fury onto the heroes.