[center][h1][color=darkgreen][b]The Doom Slayer[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Location - [i]Some place that isn't hell[/i]
Mood - [i]... Bringing in children and then holding them as bargaining chips is a dick move, Mister Dickhead. [/i]
Status - [i]...[/i][/color]

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A sickening crack boomed across the room when I slammed my fist into Luthor’s desk after everything that has happened. Splinters bounced off my visor and scattered to the floor. Cracks spread across the desk in a spider-web fashion which reached both ends. I tore my fist out of the crater formed by the impact as I scowled. My hand throbbed with an ache at being slammed, but I paid it no heed and to whatever Luthor's reaction was, instead turning around and marched over to where the one named ‘Joel’ was webbed at.

I glanced at one of the few seemingly trying to calm the man down. Only a nod was given to acknowledge his presence, but I grabbed the webbing and ripped it apart. It was not even worth the effort to tear it all out given my strength so it was likely a few strands would be left behind by the time was I done ripping them off if I wasn't interrupted before then.

[i]“... Please forgive the Doom Slayer. He understands your desire to sock Luthor in the face is great, but we are in a disadvantageous position and Luthor now holds Sarah captive. Continued aggression may cause harm to her.”[/i] Vega, ever the mediator, tried to calm Joel down with the fact that Sarah could very well be in harm’s way while Joel was still ensnared in the webs. 

My scowl deepened. As much as I hate to admit it, Luthor did hold most of the cards. The fact that the alterations seemed to be gone was a point in our favor, but between him commanding the tech that would send us back home and the human guards, we had been put on the back foot. But things would change. Oh how things will change.

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