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Capítulo 37: Chapter 36

Author's Note:

Hello Author-san here, sorry for not writing in a while, let's just say I was experiencing a writer's block so I could not continue no matter how much I wanted to. But I do hope that y'all enjoy the extra long chapter 😉, see y'all later 🤘🏽

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The team gathered at a hidden vantage point above a hill. Charlotte, Tyrone, and Marvin (M.M.) surveyed the facility nestled below them, waiting patiently for the signal. This was only one of many targets.

The others, located across the globe, were under the watchful eyes of their scattered team members. Reggie, moving alone, was already making his way across multiple locations, orchestrating the operation with precision.

Reggie's voice crackled through the team's earpieces, calm but commanding.

~How's the situation on your side, Alpha?~

Charlotte pressed a finger to her earpiece, her voice low but clear. "Situation's pretty quiet, Reaver. The guards seem lax in their patrol. Over."

M.M. chimed in next, his voice rumbling through the channel. "We've seen about fifteen guards switch shifts every twenty minutes. No unusual movement so far, but they might tighten up any second."

Reggie was already juggling multiple feeds, monitoring other targets. His mind worked through strategies in real time, anticipating what was to come.

In Colorado, Butcher, Frenchie, and Hughie crouched near a large boulder, hidden in the shadows as they watched their target facility.

~Team Beta?~

Frenchie, peering through a pair of binoculars, raised a thumbs-up to Butcher, who grinned.

Butcher's voice cut in, laced with amusement. "Looks like we're all rainbows and sunshine over here, mate. No extra activity. Just waitin' for the word from you."

Reggie responded, his voice unwavering.

~Standby, you'll get your signal soon. Over~

Reggie moved like a phantom, slipping through the facilities across the globe, his time remnants operating with surgical precision.

At each base, he left chaos in his wake—servers fried, security systems disabled, power grids short-circuited. With every strike, Vought's global infrastructure crumbled.

In Brazil, Reggie stood in the shadows of a military outpost. His hands glowed faintly as he planted a series of small, metallic devices across the facility.

A second later, alarms blared, and Vought's soldiers scrambled, unaware of the silent figure disappearing into the night as the base's central communications hub fried from within.

In Germany, another remnant of Reggie zipped through a research facility, bypassing security cameras in a blur. Data centers were wiped clean, classified documents disappeared from screens before the technicians could blink. Panic was spreading.

Charlotte's wrist computer emitted a holographic screen and keyboard. As she monitored their communication lines, they were now full of activity and panic. Her voice came through again, the faint tension audible. "They're panicking. They've received news of the attacks on other bases. Over."

Reggie's voice came through the comms.

~Good. That's the signal. Clock is ticking, people. Attack.~

Tyrone's pupils contracted as the signal came through, and his growl echoed as his body expanded. Bones shifted, muscles swelled, and his hulking Lycanthrope form burst free, now towering at 12 feet.

His growl reverberated through the air as he charged toward the electrified fence, automated turrets whirring to life in response.

"Cover me!" Tyrone bellowed.

M.M. nodded, his fists glowing with blue energy as he raised them, forming a protective, shimmering force field around Tyrone's massive frame.

The electric fence crackled as Tyrone tore through it like tissue paper, sparks dancing across his fur, but he powered through, unfazed. His massive hands wrapped around the nearest turret pole, ripping it from the ground with a metallic screech.

With a grunt, he hurled it like a javelin, smashing through the automated defenses.

"Let's move!" M.M. shouted, sprinting forward, Charlotte on his heels.

Charlotte was already in motion, pulling out her twin pistols with practiced ease. The guards had begun to swarm toward them, rifles raised, but she was faster.

Her fingers squeezed the triggers in rapid succession, and the bullets ricocheted off the metal walls and corners, curving impossibly to strike the guards down from behind cover.

"Nice shot!" M.M. shouted, as he formed a glowing, hammer-like construct of pure energy in his hand, swinging it into a guard and sending him flying through a concrete wall.

Charlotte smirked, not breaking her stride. "I'm just getting started."

Her guns continued to sing, bullets flying at impossible angles. One guard hid behind a large crate, but Charlotte, with a smirk, shot the wall at a precise angle, the bullet bouncing twice before striking him clean between the eyes.

Another guard ducked behind a corner, but her bullets found their way around, ricocheting off pipes and beams before taking him out.

Tyrone roared, leaping over a cluster of guards who fired desperately at him. The bullets sank into his fur but were quickly forced out by his regeneration as he tore through the soldiers like a force of nature. Blood and steel collided in a gruesome symphony as he mauled his way toward the base.

Meanwhile, M.M. absorbed the kinetic energy of incoming bullets, his skin glowing brighter with every shot. With a flick of his wrist, he released the stored energy, forming a large shield construct that deflected more incoming fire, clearing a path for Charlotte and Tyrone.

In Colorado, Butcher's grin widened as Reggie's signal came through. He turned to Frenchie and Hughie. "Right, lads. Let's get the teaparty started, shall we?"

Frenchie, already on his feet, placed a small, cylindrical device against the facility's outer wall. A soft beep followed, and moments later, a controlled explosion tore through the side of the building, creating a gaping entry point.

"Allons-y!" Frenchie said with a gleam in his eye, rushing through the smoke.

Hughie blinked, hesitating for just a second. His heart raced, but he steeled himself. There was no turning back now. With a quick breath, he followed Butcher and Frenchie through the breach, teleporting past the smoldering rubble.

Inside, the guards scrambled, but Frenchie was already ahead of them. His fingers danced in the air, casting an elaborate illusion that engulfed the hallways. Suddenly, the guards found themselves surrounded by what appeared to be an army of Butchers, all sneering and ready to rip them apart.

"Pardon, mes amis," Frenchie chuckled, watching the guards panic. "You seem a bit... lost."

One guard fired blindly, his bullet ricocheting off a steel beam manipulated by Frenchie's magnetism. The beam twisted and bent, slamming into a row of guards, pinning them against the wall.

"Magnifique!" Frenchie grinned, continuing to manipulate the metal fixtures in the room, sending lights, pipes, and doors crashing down on their enemies.

Butcher, meanwhile, reveled in the chaos. A group of guards opened fire, but their bullets bounced harmlessly off his skin. With a laugh, Butcher plowed through them, grabbing one guard by the neck and slamming him into the floor with enough force to crack the concrete. His heat vision cut through another, searing the man into a pile of ash.

"Oi, you fucking twats are making this too easy for me!" Butcher roared, smashing another guard through a steel door.

Hughie teleported across the room, phasing through a hail of bullets and materializing behind a guard, delivering a swift punch to the man's jaw before teleporting away. He blinked in and out of sight, disorienting the soldiers.

One by one, he phased through their weapons, disarming them before knocking them unconscious with quick strikes. Seeing one pull a pin on a grande, he tossed it at Frenchie.

Hughie appearing before it in a teleported backflip caught it, before he teleports again before the guard and phased the grande inside the soldier before teleporting away. Before the guard could panic, he was swallowed in an explosion taking his comrades with himself.

Butcher, Frenchie, and Hughie were wreaking havoc, took down guards left and right. Explosions echoed through the halls as Frenchie manipulated the facility's metal fixtures, sending debris crashing down on their enemies.

Suddenly, something shiny caught Frenchie's eye in one of the side rooms. A smirk spread across his face as he spotted a case with an experimental yet completed high-tech handgun, its sleek design glowing faintly with blue energy.

"Mon dieu..." Frenchie breathed, practically skipping over to the case like a child on Christmas morning. He reached out and lifted the weapon, cradling it like it was the Holy Grail.

The barrel gleamed under the facility's dim lighting, and the faint hum of its energy core sent a shiver of excitement down Frenchie's spine.

Butcher, smashing a guard through a wall, paused for a moment, noticing Frenchie's sudden obsession. "Oi, Frenchie, what've you got there?"

Frenchie's eyes were wide with glee. "Butcher, you would not believe! C'est magnifique!" He pointed the weapon at the ceiling, and with a mischievous grin, pressed the trigger.

A searing blue beam of energy erupted from the barrel, instantly vaporizing a chunk of the ceiling. Frenchie let out a wild cackle, his eyes dancing with excitement.

"Oooh la la!" Frenchie exclaimed, spinning around with the weapon. "I think I am in love, mes amis!"

Hughie, wide-eyed, ducked behind a pillar. "Uh... careful with that thing!"

Frenchie, completely lost in his own world, strode into the hallway where a group of guards had just rounded the corner, their rifles raised. His grin stretched impossibly wide as he took aim with the new weapon.

"Say hello to my petit friend!" Frenchie shouted in exaggerated English, his accent thickening with excitement.

The guards barely had time to process what was happening before Frenchie squeezed the trigger again.

A devastating blast of energy ripped through the hallway, sending the screaming soldiers flying around like ragdolls. Sparks flew, and walls crumbled as the high-tech handgun hummed with power.

Frenchie cackled madly, blowing on the smoking barrel like an old-fashioned cowboy, even though the weapon didn't need it. "Ah, I could get used to this! It is like... a dream!"

Butcher raised an eyebrow, shaking his head but unable to suppress a grin. "You're a bloody lunatic, Frenchie."

Frenchie, still gleaming with pride, twirled the weapon in his hand, clearly enjoying himself far too much. "Eh, madness, genius—what's the difference, oui?"

He fired off another blast, the blue beam reducing another set of guards to smoking ruins. "I shall name you 'Le Cauchemar Bleu!'" Frenchie declared, admiring the weapon. "The Blue Nightmare. A fitting name, no?"

Hughie peeked out from his cover, cautiously standing up after the dust had settled. "Yeah, fitting... Let's just not test it out on us, alright?"

Frenchie gave a dramatic bow, flourishing the gun with a flair only he could pull off. "But of course, my friends. Only for our enemies. Le Cauchemar Bleu and I will bring... ze pain."

With that, Frenchie strode forward, the high-tech handgun glowing in his hand, ready to bring chaos wherever he aimed it next.

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In Nevada, Charlotte and M.M. worked their way toward the facility's control room. The corridors were narrow, and the sound of boots echoed as the guards closed in. M.M. raised his arm, forming a glowing energy shield that blocked the incoming gunfire.

"Get that door open, Char!" M.M. grunted, maintaining the shield under the barrage.

Charlotte's wrist computer came to life again as her fingers flew across the holographic display, bypassing the control room's lockdown protocols. The door slid open with a hiss, and M.M. charged inside, energy constructs swirling around him. He slammed an energy hammer into the nearest guard, sending him flying into a wall.

Inside the control room, Charlotte scanned the screens, displaying footage from various other Vought facilities—each one under attack, each one in flames.

"They're done," Charlotte muttered, her voice cold. "Every base is lit up."

Back at the other facilities, Reggie's remnants finished their work. In Tokyo, one version of Reggie planted viruses in Vought's servers, while in South Africa, another dismantled weapons caches, setting charges that would leave the facilities in ruins.

But things weren't over yet because outside the Nevada base, a shadow passed overhead. Homelander floated silently in the air, his eyes burning with madness.

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Outside the facility in Nevada, the atmosphere crackled with tension. M.M., Tyrone, and Charlotte were deep in the throes of battle, but the air suddenly shifted. They felt it—a primal, gut-wrenching instinct warning them that something dangerous was coming.

High above, Homelander hovered, his figure silhouetted against the rising sun. His eyes glowed with an unsettling intensity, fueled by the unstable energy coursing through him. The experimental purple Compound V pulsed in his veins, warping his mind and amplifying his powers, leaving him teetering on the edge of sanity.

With a maniacal grin, he let his furious yet amused gaze sweep across the chaos below. "Well, well, well… what do we have here?" His voice dripped with mockery as he descended, landing softly in front of the exiting trio.

M.M. shocked, felt adrenaline and fear surging through him. "Shiiiit, it's Homelander. This is not good."

Homelander chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth "Aww, poor little fleshbags. Did you really think you can take VOUGHT down? Me Down? Hehehehehe You fucked up big time!"

In a flash, he raised a hand, and the ground beneath M.M. erupted, rocks and debris spiraling into the air. M.M. barely managed to raise his energy shield in time, but the force of the telekinetic blast knocked him back, sending him crashing into a concrete wall.

"Marvin!" Charlotte screamed, her heart racing.

Tyrone growled, his eyes narrowing as he felt the surge of power radiating from Homelander. "Get away from him!" With a primal roar, he rushed at him, muscles bulging and fur bristling, towering over the scene.

Homelander's smirk widened, clearly unfazed. "Oh, how adorable. A doggie trying to play." He waved his hand dismissively, sending Tyrone crashing against the wall with a telekinetic shove. The impact left a crater, but Tyrone struggling through the telekinetic grip fought through it, slowly rising to his feet, teeth bared in fury.

Charlotte had already moved, her instincts kicking in. 'I need to get to the control room!' she thought, darting around the wreckage. She knew the facility's layout from her earlier scans and had to find a way to turn the tides.

"Go! I'll hold him off!" Tyrone knowing what she's thinking bellowed, stepping in front of Charlotte.

But Homelander was quicker. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a wave of energy crashing toward Tyrone. The impact was brutal, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap as Tyrone stumbled back. But he stood firm crossing his arms before he was hit by the wave, pure defiance etched on his face.

"You think you can stop me?" Homelander's voice was a mix of amusement and madness, and he lunged forward.

Suddenly, a surge of energy enveloped M.M., his glowing fists pulsing with kinetic power. He shot forward, slamming a huge boxing glove energy construct into Homelander with the force of a freight train. The two colliding caused a shockwave to ripple through the air as he was sent flying back before Homelander reoriented himself, not willing to yield but wanting to play with them before he kills them similar to a lion and a mouse.

Charlotte seized the moment of distraction. "I can do this!" she murmured, sprinting toward the control room, dodging incoming debris and stray blasts of energy from the ones fighting behind her.

But Homelander was relentless. With a powerful telekinetic shove, he sent M.M. sprawling across the ground, barely able to catch his breath. "You're all fucking pathetic!" he spat, his eyes narrowing as he targeted Charlotte.

"Get away from her!" M.M. shouted, struggling to rise.

"Too slow!" Homelander barked, his voice tinged with maniacal glee. He lifted a hand, and Charlotte felt an invisible force wrapping around her, squeezing her very tightly actively choking her.

Tyrone knocked out of his transformation lunged forward, shifting back into his Lycanthrope form, and charged at Homelander. With a guttural roar, he collided with Homelander, breaking the telekinetic grip just enough for Charlotte who's turning purple to finally gasp for air.

But Homelander, with his enhanced powers, was equally as relentless. He turned his fury on Tyrone, pushing him back with an onslaught of energy. "You think this changes anything? I'm stronger than any of you!"

"Maybe so, but you're still a Bitch!" Tyrone snarled, lunging again with claws extended.

As the battle raged, Charlotte finally reached the control room. She dove for the console, fingers flying over the holographic display, trying to override the lockdown protocols while contacting Reggie about the situation. The alarms blared, and she felt the facility tremble under the pressure of the ongoing fight.

Outside, M.M. struggled to regain his footing, blood trickling from a wound on his forehead. Homelander stood tall, his eyes blazing with power, and for a moment, M.M. could see the instability lurking beneath the surface—an unpredictable storm waiting to break free.

"Why don't you just give up huh, I can be quite reasonable eh?" Homelander taunted, floating above them, the air around him crackling with energy. "This is your last chance,by the way."

"No bloody way, in fucking hell!" M.M. grunted, summoning every ounce of energy within him, preparing to unleash a devastating wave of kinetic force.

But Tyrone was faster, launching himself at Homelander once again. He slashed out with razor-sharp claws, but Homelander twisted in mid-air, the blow barely grazing him.

Suddenly, Homelander retaliated, unleashing a blast of purple heat vision that seared through the air, narrowly missing Tyrone and melting the ground where he had stood just moments before. The heat was intense, leaving a lingering haze in the air as Tyrone barely dodged.

"Impressive reflexes, but can you keep it up?" Homelander mocked, his voice thick with derision. He then unleashed another wave, this time targeting M.M., who barely managed to raise a shield in time to absorb the heat blast, but the force still sent him stumbling back.

Charlotte sprinted out of the control room, her heart racing. "We have to go! Now!"

M.M. and Tyrone struggled to rise, but Homelander on his feet was already Pissed off, fury burning in his eyes lifted a hand, and the entire facility trembled as he prepared to finally cut loose releasing his full power.

But before he could do so, the alarms reached a fever pitch, and the facility began to shudder violently explosions echoing in the background. Charlotte glanced back, her face pale. "It's going down!"

"Then we need to get the hell out of here!" M.M. shouted, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Tyrone without words tossed them unto his back as he sprinted on all fours to the exit.

With Homelander following right behind them, dodging falling debris, explosions and Homelander's heat vision as the facility was crumbling around them. The stakes had never been higher, and the countdown had begun. Would they manage to escape in time, or would Homelander's madness consume them all?

As the last beams of the structure began to buckle, Tyrone leaped ahead, using his bulk to shield Charlotte and M.M. from the collapsing ceiling. Homelander's furious roar echoed behind them, but they pushed forward, the only thought in their minds being escape.

The world outside was chaotic, but it was their only chance. With Homelander in pursuit and the facility collapsing, they knew the battle wasn't over yet.

As they broke through the exit, the facility behind them erupted in a thunderous explosion, flames licking at the sky. They stumbled forward, breathless, hearing a maniacal laughter they turned to see Homelander standing amidst the chaos, his silhouette framed by the inferno. With a chilling smile, his eyes glowed with a terrifying intensity, channeling the energy he prepared to unleash a devastating attack.


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Capítulo 38: Chapter 37

The air sizzled with tension as Tyrone's heart raced, his chest heaving. He knew what was coming—he could feel the heat of Homelander's purple-glowing eyes even before the blast hit.

Without a second thought, Tyrone lunged in front of Marvin and Charlotte, his massive frame forming a living shield as the crackling beams of purple energy erupted from Homelander's eyes.

It felt like a thousand suns searing through his body. The smell of burning flesh hit his nostrils, but he bit down on the pain, his vision blurring as the energy scorched through him. A guttural roar ripped from his throat as he fought through the agony.

"Run!!" Tyrone barked, his voice a deep, feral growl as his muscles tensed, ready for what was next. "I'll hold him off, GO!"

"Wait, you can't—!" Charlotte started, her voice trembling, but Tyrone was already moving, sprinting toward Homelander with animalistic speed.

His instincts screamed at him—don't hesitate, don't stop—because this wasn't just another fight. This was a goddamn nightmare. Homelander, with those glowing purple eyes, wasn't the same man anymore. He was something twisted, something far more dangerous.

Charlotte, heart pounding in her chest, had just sent an SOS to Reggie the moment Homelander appeared, praying he would arrive in time to save them.

Homelander's laughter echoed across the battlefield, a manic, high-pitched cackle that sent a chill down Tyrone's spine.

His eyes blazed with chaotic energy, hands twitching as tendrils of purple telekinetic force crackled to life around him. His whole body seemed to shimmer with an unstable, violent power.

"You think you can stop me?!" Homelander's voice cut through the air, pure madness in every syllable. "Hahahaha! Come on! Let's play!"

But Tyrone wasn't thinking about survival anymore. There was no time for fear. With a savage roar, he leaped toward Homelander, his body twisting mid-air, massive hands reaching out.

He felt Homelander's skin under his grip, solid, unyielding, but he didn't care. With all the strength he had, Tyrone yanked Homelander out of the air, slamming him down into the ground with a sickening crunch.

The impact was explosive.

The earth cracked beneath them, the ground quaking as the shockwave rippled outward. Sonic booms tore through the air, flinging debris in every direction. Charlotte and Marvin staggered, trying to find their footing amidst the chaos.

Tyrone didn't stop. He slammed Homelander down again, and again, and again—each hit driving deep craters into the ground, each impact shaking the world around them. He could feel the bones in his arms creak under the strain, but he didn't let up. He couldn't let up.

Homelander, however, was laughing. Laughing through it all.

"Yes!!! Finally, a durable toy to play with!!!" His voice was wild, deranged, and for a fleeting moment, Tyrone felt a chill creep up his spine. He looked into Homelander's glowing eyes, those wide, maniacal eyes filled with unstable energy, and he realized: He's not even trying yet.

In a heartbeat, Homelander's body twisted with a speed Tyrone couldn't match. His grip was ripped away, and suddenly, Homelander was behind him, moving like a phantom. A sharp tug on Tyrone's tail made him yelp in shock as Homelander grinned, viciously yanking him into the air.

"Hope you like heights, doggy!" Homelander's voice was dripping with malice, and before Tyrone could even react, he was launched into the sky with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs.

The world became a blur as he shot upward, faster and faster, the ground shrinking beneath him until he disappeared into the clouds.

"Tyrone!!" Charlotte's scream was raw, desperate. She watched in horror as her teammate vanished into the heavens, his roar of fury and pain echoing faintly behind.

"Shit! He's gone!" Marvin cursed, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Panic threatened to take over.

This was Homelander—enhanced Homelander—and they were hopelessly outmatched. If Tyrone, their heavy hitter, couldn't take him down…what chance did they have?

Homelander hovered a few feet off the ground now, his body surrounded by a shimmering field of purple telekinetic energy. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes locking onto them, glowing with a sinister intensity.

"So…" Homelander said slowly, his voice almost playful. "What's next? You two ready to play?"

Charlotte's mind raced. There's no way out of this. Her fingers flew over her wrist computer as she desperately tried to tap into the facility's defense systems.

Her heart pounded in her chest, every second feeling like a countdown to death. Sweat dripped down her brow. "Come on, come on…" she muttered under her breath. Anything. Give me control of something.

Marvin wasn't waiting. His arms trembled as he raised his hands, forming an energy shield around them both. He could feel exhaustion creeping in—he had absorbed so much energy in this fight, and his body was screaming for rest.

But rest wasn't an option. Not with this psychopath standing in front of them.

A deafening crash split the air. Dust and debris exploded outward as Homelander rocketed into the ground with a sadistic grin. Marvin and Charlotte staggered, barely holding their ground as the earth trembled beneath their feet.

"What the hell—?!" Marvin muttered, shielding his face as the dust began to settle.

Homelander stood in the center of the crater, completely unharmed. His body was radiating with unstable, crackling purple energy, his eyes burning with madness. "Hahahahaha… still wanna play?" he taunted, his voice dripping with venom.

Far above, Tyrone fought to regain control. His body had been thrown so high that he was weightless, disoriented, but his instincts—those primal, beast-like instincts—kicked in. He wasn't going to be taken out like this. Not without a fight. He bared his teeth, using the momentum of his fall to angle himself back toward the ground.

Homelander's head tilted slightly, noticing the change in the wind. "Oh? What's this?" he mused aloud, amused by the spectacle unfolding before him.

Charlotte's wrist computer beeped—a sound of salvation. "I've got it!" she shouted triumphantly, her fingers a blur as the turrets across the facility activated, spinning into position and locking onto Homelander. A flicker of hope surged in her chest.

Homelander's eyes shifted lazily toward the turrets, his lip curling in disdain. "Turrets? Really? You think that'll stop me?"

He raised his hand, the air around them vibrating with the raw power of his telekinesis. The ground beneath their feet began to crack as he prepared to crush them with a single thought. His purple energy flared, distorting the space around him.

But before he could act, a sharp whistle pierced the air.

A massive shadow loomed over the battlefield, descending with terrifying speed—a roaring force from above. Homelander's eyes widened in surprise as Tyrone, now a living missile, plummeted toward him like a meteor.

With a deafening roar, Tyrone collided with Homelander, slamming into him with such force that the ground beneath them exploded.

The impact shattered the earth. Massive cracks tore through the battlefield, and the shockwave blasted outward, sending Charlotte and Marvin flying. The ringing in their ears was deafening as they hit the ground hard, struggling to regain their senses.

Dust and debris choked the air, obscuring everything in a thick, suffocating cloud.

For a long moment, there was silence. A tense, foreboding silence that gripped the battlefield. Charlotte gasped for breath, struggling to pull herself to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest.

And then…

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Homelander's insane laughter cut through the dust, chilling, echoing across the broken land. "Oh, this is gonna be fun!!" His voice was twisted, delighted, as if the chaos only fueled his madness.

Tyrone, his muscles trembling from the strain, had pinned Homelander to the ground, refusing to let go. His breath was ragged, every inch of him screaming in pain, but he dug his claws into the dirt, holding Homelander down with everything he had.

"You're… not getting rid of me… that easy…" Tyrone snarled through gritted teeth, his entire body shaking from the effort.

Homelander's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Oh, but I think I will."

Tyrone's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles burning with the effort of holding Homelander down. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to move, to fight harder, but his strength was waning. Homelander's purple energy pulsed beneath him like a ticking bomb, building pressure with each passing second.

Homelander grinned beneath Tyrone's crushing weight, his eyes glowing brighter as the purple energy surged around him. "You're strong, doggy…" Homelander mocked, his voice a venomous whisper, "but you're getting tired, aren't you?"

With a sudden, violent jerk, Homelander's entire body flared with telekinetic energy, sending a concussive blast that knocked Tyrone off him like he was nothing. Tyrone tumbled through the air, crashing into the ground several meters away with a heavy thud. The impact cracked the earth beneath him, and he groaned in pain, struggling to get back up.

Homelander floated up from the ground, his body hovering in mid-air, surrounded by a storm of unstable purple energy. His laugh was hollow, unhinged, his eyes wild with power. "Come on! Don't give up now! I'm just getting started!!"

"Tyrone!!" Charlotte screamed, rushing toward him, her mind racing. We're out of time… there's no way we can stop him. Her hands were shaking as she knelt beside Tyrone, her wrist computer useless now. The turrets had been destroyed in Homelander's blast. They were out of options.

Tyrone coughed, blood dripping from his mouth as he tried to push himself up, his body trembling from the effort. "I… I'm not done yet…" he growled, but it was clear he was spent. He couldn't hold off Homelander any longer. They all knew it.

Marvin, his body crackling with energy, stood defiantly between Homelander and his fallen teammates. His hands trembled as he summoned every last bit of power he had left. His eyes narrowed with grim determination, even though he knew what was coming.

"Get out of here," Marvin said through clenched teeth, his voice low and fierce. "I'll buy you some time."

"Marvin, no!" Charlotte's voice cracked, tears welling in her eyes. She could see the exhaustion in his face, the way his body swayed from fatigue. He had been using his powers nonstop for hours. He couldn't survive this.

But Marvin didn't flinch. "You go," he said firmly. "Now."

Homelander tilted his head, watching with cruel amusement as Marvin stood his ground. His lips curled into a twisted smile. "You really think you're going to stop me, big man? You can barely even stand."

Marvin's jaw tightened. "Maybe. But I'll damn sure try."

Without warning, Marvin unleashed a massive burst of energy, forming a glowing construct—a shield of pure, radiant power that shimmered in front of him. It was the largest shield he had ever formed, crackling with his final reserves of strength.

Homelander raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. "Hmmm… not bad." He floated forward, his hands pulsing with telekinetic force. "But not good enough."

In an instant, Homelander lashed out, his purple telekinesis smashing into Marvin's shield with incredible force. The air vibrated as the shield buckled under the pressure, cracks forming along its surface. Marvin grunted in pain, pouring every ounce of his willpower into holding it together, but the cracks were spreading too fast.

Charlotte backed away, her heart pounding. "This can't be happening…" she whispered, her voice shaking. We're going to die here.

Homelander pushed harder, his grin widening as the shield began to shatter. "Time to die, heroes!" he shouted, his voice echoing with mad glee as his power surged forward.

The shield exploded.

Marvin was thrown backward, his body tumbling across the ground as the force of the blast overwhelmed him. He groaned, barely conscious, blood trickling down his face.

Homelander laughed, floating above them like a vengeful god. "This is too easy! I was expecting a challenge!"

Charlotte's mind raced, panic gripping her. Tyrone was down. Marvin was barely hanging on. There was no one left to stop Homelander. She was frozen, her body trembling, knowing that in a matter of seconds, it would all be over.

Homelander's eyes locked onto her, glowing with that vicious purple energy. His grin was wide, manic. "Looks like it's your turn, little girl." His voice was a cruel whisper as he raised his hand, the purple energy swirling around his fingers, ready to tear her apart.

Charlotte braced herself, closing her eyes as she awaited the end.

But then…

A pulse. A deep, resonating thunder echoed across the battlefield.

The air around them seemed to shift, the temperature dropping as an unnatural stillness descended. Homelander froze, his eyes narrowing in confusion as he turned his head toward the sky.

A sound—like the hum of a thousand electric currents—began to fill the air. It was faint at first, but growing louder, like the approach of a massive storm.

And then… the sky split open.

A figure streaked through the clouds, moving so fast that he was a blur of motion, trailing an ethereal black and blue lightning behind him. The ground shook with every pulse of his power, and the very air seemed to crackle with anticipation.

Homelander's eyes widened, his grin faltering. "What the hell…?"

The figure descended like a bolt of lightning, slamming into the ground with an explosive impact that sent a shockwave rippling outward. Dust and debris flew into the air as the figure stood tall in the crater, his suit gleaming with dark, obsidian armor, sharp and menacing, etched with glowing blue lines that pulsed with energy.

It was Reggie—VOIDREAVER.

His helmet reflected the chaos around him, but his body language was calm, composed, and utterly terrifying. He stood with purpose, his presence radiating a level of power and authority that even Homelander, in his madness, couldn't ignore.

Homelander's eyes narrowed, recognition flashing in their depths. He felt an icy grip of dread clench his heart. The memories of their last confrontation flooded back—of humiliation and desperation.

"Reaver…" Charlotte whispered, her voice trembling with relief. She could hardly believe it. He had arrived at the perfect moment—just when everything seemed lost.

"You…" Homelander hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you can save them? After what you did to me?" The echoes of Voidreaver's mocking words haunted him, replaying in his mind like a twisted melody. "You're a fraud, Homelander. Just a scared little boy in a god's body."

Reggie didn't respond at first. He simply stared at Homelander through his visor, his entire body tense, his hands glowing with Voidreaver's unmistakable energy. The battlefield was silent for a long, tense moment.

And then, with a voice cold and commanding, Reggie finally spoke.

"You're too far gone, Homelander."

The ground beneath Reggie cracked, blue energy swirling around him as his battle mode fully activated. His power surged, filling the air with a suffocating pressure, and even Homelander, for all his bravado, felt the weight of it.

The purple energy that crackled around Homelander pulsed with fury, distorting the air like a storm brewing. His manic laughter turned to a low growl, tinged with rage. "You're nothing but a blip on my radar, a fleeting moment of weakness! You think you can take this from me?!"

The chaos that enveloped him only served to amplify his madness. He hovered in mid-air, a chaotic whirlwind of purple energy, desperate to reclaim the power he felt slipping away. "I'm stronger now, more powerful than you can imagine! I won't let you take this from me again!"

"Show me." Said VOIDREAVER

With a roar, Homelander unleashed a torrent of telekinetic energy, sending a wave of destruction towards Reggie, fueled by all the fear and anger he had bottled up since their last encounter.

The true battle was just about to begin.

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