"Fucks sake." Mark groans.
From down the hall, Todd moves through the crowd and approaches him. He thought that he wouldn't have to bother with this one again, but he's already back. Todd grabs him by the shirt and tries to push him against the lockers... but he doesn't manage to move Mark. He looks surprised and embarrassed simultaneously.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut it, Grayson! ... I'm sorry."
"... What?"
"I'm sorry I kicked your ass."
"Kicked my ass? Are you sure you're talking to the right person? I think you have a false interpretation of what happened, you lug."
Todd looks to the left and right for a second.
"I'm sorry I kicked your ass, okay?"
*Sigh*
"Alright, let go before I smack your ass and make you kiss the ground, you dimwit."
Instead of doing as he's told, Todd moves his face closer and starts to whisper.
"Amber Bennett wants to know if you want her number."
"..."
"..."
"Who?"
"Do you want Amber's number, nerd?"
"Fuck no. I'm still emotionally recovering from this attempt at human interaction."
"She found some photos of me and told me she would delete them if I did this for her so-"
"Hold your horses. I like a good story as much as the next person, but what the fuck gave you the idea that that could interest me in the slightest? I don't even know who you're talking about."
"Amber Bennett, you idiot! Ugh, here!" Todd puts a small piece of paper into Mark's trouser pocket.
"Get hap- mmmmhhmm..." Mark suddenly grabs Todd by the face and covers his mouth, muffling any sound. He lifts him up ever so slightly, causing Todd to desperately try to get his hand off. At this moment, the idiot realises just how tall Mark Grayson actually is. And how strong.
"Listen to me, you mistake on two legs. I will speak slowly now so you can understand. If you ever approach me again, I will pull out your intestines and knit them into a sweater."
*Ring ring*
"Hold up, let me get that real quick," Mark says and answers his phone.
"Hello? ... Are you fucking kidding me? Urgh."
Then he lets go. Not violently, just disinterested and walks away. Todd falls to the ground and breathes heavily.
"Clean yourself up. You're embarrassing yourself."
Todd holds his face and looks at Mark's retreating back. He never noticed just how tall he truly was and how strong he was underneath all those clothes. The bully feels fear for the first time.
.
The Teen Team and Invincible fly towards the Flaxxans.
"I have bad news."
"Ohhh! Robot's got bad news, everybody. Did ya hear that? Hey Robot, what's the bad news?" Rex says sarcastically.
"There are too many of them, their technology has advanced too far, and they've rendered themselves immune to our time stream. We should consider this city lost. I will contact Cecil and suggest a nuclear response."
"We're not nuking anyone, Robot, and we're not giving up," Eve says.
"Pathetic."
Invincible is sick of the invasions. It took a lot for them to still not understand that they couldn't conquer Earth, and it was not the last time they came here; he would make sure of that. He separates from the Teen Team and shoots forward. He no longer dodges the attacks. He doesn't care if his suit is damaged or if he acquires burns from this; he has no more interest in dealing with them elegantly. He crashes amidst the Flaxxan ranks and craters the ground.
*BOOM*
He flashes through their rank and kills them one after the other. Each of his movements kills hundreds. He crashes through tanks, ignoring their fire and other weapons. He flies forward, when suddenly his leg is grabbed by a large mechanical hand. He is smashed on the ground several times and then thrown through several buildings. Invincible looks forward and removes himself from the wall he crashed into. He could feel that last attack, which was surprising. It seems the innovation of the Flaxxans has once again produced something new.
Invincible flies back to the streets, where a large metal fist swings at him. He moved his upper body back and dodged the fist, letting it crash into the side of the building and crushing everything in its path.
*CRRASHHHH*
Invincible hovers in the air, looking at the large mech before him. He recognises the Flaxxan Commander, or at least some parts of him.
"What happened to you? You look like a Warhammer 40k abomination. But nice."
The Flaxxan somehow managed to save some of the parts of their Commander's brain and simply created a new mechanical body for him. After he was more or less what one might call 'conscious', he ordered their scientists to go absolutely nuts on his body. They researched stronger materials and more durable metals, improved their energy weapons and other defensive measures. He now looked like the Ork Warboss Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka. And he was out for Invincible's blood.
The Flaxxan Warboss, as Invincible now called him, attacks him. A large gun appears from his arm. He fires it at Invincible, who dodges out of the way as he doesn't know the effect of the weapon. Unlike before, this time, a bullet leaves the barrel of the gun, but before he can dodge, the caliber suddenly accelerates and manages to penetrate his chest and then...
*BOOOOOOOOM*
The bullet hits Invincible, causing a devastating explosion. The smoking body flies through several buildings, and blood splashes through the air. The Flaxxans had effectively created a Boltgun. The boltgun works similarly to a grenade launcher, firing a relatively small explosive. An initial ballistic charge launches the bolt in the same way as with an autogun, after which the explosive, commonly called a 'bolt,' is self-propelled. Once it penetrates its target, it explodes.
The Teen Team looks at the effect of the weapon in shock. They have seen the strength of Invincible and know what he is capable of. Seeing him hit by such an explosion had a strong dampening effect on their mood.
"Invincible!"
High in the sky, Omni-Man floats above the battlefield, observing the fight. He was impressed with his son's performance, but to see him hit with such a powerful weapon, he is suddenly concerned. He turns his body and shoots forward, crashing into he building and landing next to Mark's figure. He sees the small, bloody hole in his chest and smells the smell of burnt flesh and blood. However, just as he is about to get worried, Mark's body twitches.
"Uuuuuurrrrrgggghhh..."
"Mark! Are you alright?" Omni-Man asks and tries to help his son. But what he sees makes him stop. Mark holds up his hand and stops his father from helping him. He struggles to his feet and takes a single step forward, almost losing his balance.
"Pwa!"
Mark coughs up blood and shakes his head. Omni-Man observes his son take another step and then another. Despite his shaky legs and the pain, he just... walks it off.
"Are you alright, son?"
"Pain..."
"I kno-"
"...is just weakness... leaving the body..."
"Uhh, I see. What are-"
"Time for an ice cold can... of whoop ass."
Invincible doesn't stop moving and leaves the broken building. As he makes his way outside, Eve shouts.
"Invincible!! Are you alright?"
"'Tis but a scratch."
Invincible doesn't stop walking. His and the Flaxxan commander's gaze met each other, and they know what follows. The powerful, mechanic body of the Flaxxan storms forward, while Invincible also increases his speed. More and more until he is running. The pain does not matter; the bleeding has already stopped due to the high intensity of the heat, so what is there to worry about...? Both of them punch out at the same time.
*BOOOOOOM*
Invincible ducks underneath the second metallic arm and punches the mecha's midsection. His fist dents the material only slightly, but he has a lot of spirit. He takes flight and moves around, breaking the weapon of the Flaxxan as he reveals them. He has had enough of this shit and while he likes to fight, this has gone on for long enough. Mark is an avid believer in freedom of choice. If someone wants to eat fast food all their life and die of a heart attack or any other diseases that follow obesity, that is their business. If you break the law, you can do that, but you will be punched and put in jail. But if you arrive on Earth and kill everything in sight, wanting to conquer, then you die. After trying that three times now, a more significant statement had to be made. And Mark would make sure that statement was made.
The Flaxxan Commander fires off his energy weaponry. The boltgun has run out of bullets. Such a powerful weapon was very hard for them to create. Invincible dodges another attack and flashes forward. His fist aimed for the head of the alien but was blocked by the large arm.
*BOOOOM*
The dent in the armour is larger than the first one he made. He can feel his mind work and his body move on its own. He is fully invested in the fight, but his first efforts have diminished the Flaxxan army greatly so that the Teen Team could focus on that. Mark blocks an attack with his arm and shoots forward, using his body as a projectile, as he has come to do and crashes into the mechanical body.
*BOOOOM*
He manages to break through the outer armour and pulls his fist back again. He uses all of his strength to punch the mecha over and over again. With each punch, he can feel the Flaxxan return the favour and attack him as well, hoping to get him off, but it's no use. Invincible, holds himself in place with his left hand and takes the punches without stopping his own attacks. He reaches deep into the technology, ripping out wires and other components, causing the large suit to smoke and then explode in certain areas.
"Haaa... haaa... haaa..."
Invincible breathes heavily and looks around. He sees the few Flaxxans retreating again and the broken mecha before him. He moves forward and grabs the babbling Flaxxan by the armour. He looks to the right, where the last remaining portal is about to close. He rises into the air... and then zooms through the air, towards the portal.
"SON!" Omni-Man shouts, realising his son's plan and chases after him.
Invincible and the Flaxxan commander pass through the portal and arrive in the Flaxxan dimension. He looks down at the aliens and the tanks before him and sees their surprise. His mind is set, and as the portal disappears, he gets to work.
"Brax moy!"
*boom boom boom*
They fire at him, trying to kill him, but he doesn't care. His figure shoots through the sky, through the tanks and the Flaxxan bodies. He is bloody and beaten, but he ignores this for now. He has something to do, and he will do that. He moves forward at high speed and grabs the first Flaxxan he sees.
"Where are your leaders?"
"abours aosh never hadofhw asdofij"
Mark still doesn't fully understand their language. But he feels that he's close. He closes his fist, crushing the alien's head.
*SPLATT*
Then he moves to the next one.
"Where are your leaders?"
"abours aosh never hadofhw asdofij"
*SPLATT*
And on to another. Mark does this over and over again, listening to them talk and killing them afterwards. He doesn't even know what they say; he just kills those who attack him. Time moves strangely in this dimension, but he doesn't stop. He has a lot of stamina and is willing to see it through to the end. His figure flashes through the area, painting the ground with blood, his own and that of the Flaxxans. Time would tell if he managed to learn their language or if he lost all his stamina before then. But he learns their language more and more and will soon know what he wants to.