13th September 2012
09:47 GMT -5
My helmet goes back on as Noriel's flames wash over Kara-
"Guess what?"
-who completely ignores them as she punches Noriel right in the sternum, sending her flying backwards. Storage crates crumple and splinter, the far wall cracking as it breaks her fall.
"With these coins I'm not vulnerable to magic any more." She glances back at me as I set the environmental shield to feed her carbon monoxide. "And don't think I haven't noticed this environmental shield you've stuck around me. I can go without breathing for hours."
Ah.
I extend a filament from the environmental shield and try attaching it to the crystal, but she spots it and waves her hand through it to break it.
"Do you want me to swallow it? Or crush it and breathe in the dust?"
No. No, I don't. Getting it out of her stomach is perfectly possible; humans aren't any different from kryptonians with regard to how their bodies flush out the upper portion of their digestive system. But getting it out of her lungs would be difficult, and I still don't know if there's a point at which it becomes permanent.
"There are hundreds of different parallel universe versions of me. I'm sure that you could be happy with one of the single ones."
"Not how this works!" Noriel stumbles slightly as she pulls herself out of the wall, her flames billowing. Kara's eyes narrow. "And don't think I haven't noticed that you're nothing like as tough as a real kryptonian. Paul, do you like this one?"
"She's an acquired taste, but I respect that she's trying to better herself."
"Because I don't. I remember all the things she said about having life handed to me on a plate just after I found out that nearly every member of my species-"
There's a boom and-. Noriel drops, blood running from her forehead. Kara's right hand is in a post-flicking position.
"-was dead, and I don't remember God, or the Source, stepping in to help them."
"The Lord giveth and-" Noriel raises her right hand to her forehead, sees the blood on her fingers and then wipes it away. "-the Lord taketh away."
"Paul, do you have a plan for killing God?"
"Not a reliable one. It turns out that preparing for a being with poorly defined limitations is extremely difficult."
"Working on it. Hmm." She looks directly at Noriel. "Hey Linda-bitch, can you die? I mean, if I kill you do you just go right back to Heaven?"
"I do not know."
"Let's f-."
Armour on construct power armour on lunge forwards chainsaw chains wrapping around Kara and ripping at-.
She spins, smashing my construct apart as her uniform falls apart. Kryptonians project a force field a few millimetres from their bodies but it looks like the coins don't. Now where are-?
"Find."
Fingers! Fingers through my faceplate, pulling it apart with a horrifying tearing noise!
"Out." She smiles patiently at me. "Naughty boy."
Things… Blur…
I… Stumble, I-. She hit me-. Focus.
I see Noriel spin as Kara hits her around the head with my armour's left leg. Which is now not on the armour I'm… Only wearing parts of.
"You know, this is kinda fun. I should beat people to death more often."
Noriel increases the intensity of her flaming aura, setting the loose material in the room on fire and incinerating the scraps that were left of Kara's costume. No change. Where the heck are the coins? Did she swallow them or are they… 'Secret compartmented'.
"Huh. Tickles."
Kara darts forward, wrapping her hands around Noriel's throat and steadily applying pressure.
"Come on, Paul. You know what I want. Give it to me, or we see if angels can get brain damage from oxygen deprivation."
The heat is now so intense that Kara's hair is blowing straight back, not that it's bothering her at all. Noriel grabs at her head and tries gouging her eyes, and Kara responds by biting into the fingers of Noriel's right hand.
We remove our power
from her, but there doesn't appear to be any change in her behaviour. Nothing for it.
Ultra-heavy duty machinery constructs appear around Kara, culled from my records of the efforts of a dozen mad scientists to beat Kal-El with brute force and combined with the latest in alien technology. She loses her grip on Noriel as her arms are jerked apart, and Noriel uses the opportunity to dart away from her and pant to get her breath back. I doubt that I'll hold her for long-
The machinery is already straining as she pulls against it.
-but I use the opportunity to send the kryptonite into subspace.
"Good effort, lover. But you won't-"
Sonic cannons.
"-stop me-"
Two cannons appear, one either side of her head. I don't know exactly how tough she is, but intense sonic energy should be able to render her unconscious.
"-with-. Ugh-huh."
The air around her head hums.
"Hit her!"
Noriel rallies, abandoning her fire generation in favour of empowering her body as she punches Kara in the left side of her temple.
And then pulls back again, massaging her hand as Kara smiles.
"I think I might like this. Hope you like receiving-"
She vibrates in place, my construct starting to come apart almost at once. I didn't design it with that in-! I add in a kinetic barrier element and that slows her down a little but she powers through!
"-as much as giving!"
"H."
Dana limps in, clothing torn where Kara stole her coins but H-dial in hand.
"E."
Kara rips her way free of my construct and punches Noriel in the diaphragm.
"I studied the H-Dial. Let's see what lame power it gives you."
"R. O!"
There's a.. puff of smoke, and then-.
Kara tilts her head to the side.
"Looks like… Hoover Girl? I think I can take you."