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Re: Steve vs. Ty
"Ahhh, there we go... there's the anger I was looking for. Delicious."

Despite the declaration, this isn't easy. Ty would be a quivering heap by now, useless... but instead, he's actiely turned. William Hand has none of those issues.

Still, he has to reach deep. Spikes grow out of Ivo's armor, his form growing larger, muscles grotesquely bulging. The skies clash and swirl around him. And still the demons come.

He launches into super speed, the seconds bending, the world going still around him as his dead, withered hand plunges into a demon's chest, their hearts and demonic anger feeding his power.

And still the demons come, tearing and lashing and stabbing.

His mind races overtime as Deathstroke analyzes every move and tactic, giving him responses in literal split-second time, Black Adam's speed amidst the fury of the time-stop as he's fed moves from a dozen arts.

And still the demons come, breathing fire and acid and sonic screams, unleashing the fury of hell.

He almost buckles a dozen times, his fire growing faint, yellow and violet lashing around him, tearing into supernatural flesh even as they tear into him, even Ivo's invulnerable hide scratching and crumbling before their might.

And still the demons come, minds unleashing visions of hellfire and damnation, crashing like waves at the Hammond and Sinestro shields.

The body the is Ty's disappears in a wall of demonic flesh, claws and teeth with bursts of hellfire emitting from the mass, the hordes of hell trying to bury death itself.

For a moment, the power of hell seems victorious over death itself, amidst the constant war for some kind of eternity that has raged between heaven and hell - the latter seems to have struck a terrible blow. And then, there's a word.

"SHAZAM!"

The hordes burst apart, demons dissipating under the onslaught and shockwave, thrown away.

It comes again, and again, and again, amidst flashes of yellow and violet weapons, psychic onslaughts and the water itself rising to swallow anything it can grasp. Bloody, scratched, bone exposed in a dozen places, but unbowed.

"SHAZAM! SHAZAM!! SHAZAM!!!"

And each time, the godwave strikes, the whole field cast in blacklight, electricity continuing to radiate over the water around him as the seas froth and boil.

He extends the dead hand, and a bubble of telekinetic force appears around the demon, reinforced by yellow and violet and magical light - the latter emitting sounds of magical rituals to weaken and entrap demons - things Ty would never dare for fear of losing his soul... but William Hand has no such fear... and no soul to speak of.

"You're right... that will be quite enough." he agrees, looking up to the sky, focusing on the ritual - but not so much he can't manage the word...

"SHA...what?" he pauses, cut off by... something.