After that, the battle went pretty much as before. An army of necro-chicken skeletons swarmed the raider horde and pecked most of the invaders to death. As well as dismantling their precious metal vehicles. Though that wasn't as hard as it sounded, since the clumsily build car frames were mainly held together by gum, duct tape and allot of hope, and the raiders were fresh out of hope.

  As the battle, or more precisely the massacre, came to its inevitable end, the Chicken Lady closed the distance between her and the raider leader. What little remained of his men ran back towards the internet metropolis, chased by skeletal necro-chickens who pecked and squawked on their heels.

  However Chick_Slayer_69, in an uncharacteristic display of bravery, simply stood amidst the remains of his vehicles, a smug smile glued to his face.

  "Surrender, barbarian." The woman proclaimed with a smooth well practiced super hero voice.

  "Oh you think you are so righteous and mighty, don’t you bitch? Acting like you are better than everyone around you. Well today you are gonna learn your lesson!" Chick_Slayer_69 barked in smug satisfaction. In a heartbeat a small black cube appeared in his palm, which the raider immediately crushed. It bursting open in a dark pixel cloud which engulfed his entire body.

  After a few moments the cloud vanished and in its place stood the smug bratty faced raider leader. However his scrawny teenage body had been transformed to a tall and lean adult frame, wearing an all too familiar dark costume armor.

  "Now I will show you your place." The raider snarled, a wild feral glean in his eyes. As he placed the alabaster-white mask over his face, it fit snugly beneath his hood, completing his transformation as the mask’s eyes flared with eerily familiar bright green flames.

  Everyone in the audience loudly gasped as the realization hit them.

  "It’s him, that’s him, I can't believe it."

  "can't be!”

  “It’s him alright, that’s Lord Mecron.”

  “What is he doing here?!"

  "Mecron, it’s him, it’s him!"

  The agitated whispers kept spreading, the people unsure if to stay and watch or flee for their lives. A sentiment which the chicken lady full heatedly sympathized with.

  This wasn't supposed to happen, she has been preparing to face villains for a while now, and none of her “Super heroing for dummies” guides said anything about this.

  She hesitantly made a few steps back, not quite sure what to do herself. This couldn't be Lord Mecron, after all nobody would be that stupid as to impersonate him. And yet the dark mechanical armor and the piercing malicious eyes of the mask looked quite authentic to her.

  Sensing her hesitation, the dark figure chose that moment to strike. Closing the distance in a blink of an eye, he backhanded her across the face. His gauntlet amplifying the blow, sending the woman spinning through the air before crashing into the center of the glassed sand.

  "Gahahaha." The man bellowed, sneering at the fallen woman like a spoiled brat.

  "Garghh…" The girl groaned, getting on all fours and trying to stay conscious. She eventually managed to stand back up on two shaky legs and glare defiantly at her opponent.

  Things might have looked grim, but she wasn’t alone, as her four plump, feathery defenders quickly rushed to her aid: Matilda, Margarita, Masha and Mabel.

  The avian sidekicks quickly arrived at their mistress’s side, standing protectively between her and the villain, their shiny feathers puffing up with agitation.

  "Ohohoh, you got reinforcements do you now?" Her attacker mocked as he saw that he was also surrounded by a horde of undead skeletal chickens. Their beaks snapping with untamed fury, ready to tear him to pieces.

  "Well, let's see how you handle your own medicine." The man declared as he spread his hands wide, dark energy spilling out of his palms and flowing into the vehicle debris around them. The possessed parts came to life, quickly moving in a storm of activity to form menacing looking techno raptors.

  "Go forth my pretties, bring me the head of the bitch!" The Technomancer demanded.

  The ensuing mayhem was a sight to see. An army of undead chickens trying their damnedest to defeat the pack of techno raptors. The air trembled with pecks, dinosaur shrieks, metal gnashing against bone, and other bizarre, violent sounds echoing across the neutral zone.

  At the same time the two opponents hurled nasty looking energy bolts at one another, reeking havoc to everything around them.

  The battle went on for a while, however despite their determination, the skeletal chickens were no match for the techno raptors. By the end the battle had transformed into a massacre, as the raptors chased the demoralized undead. Snatching them off the ground and crushing them in their mighty mechanical jaws. The loud bone crunching serving to demoralize the undead army even further.

  At the sight of their skeletal minions fleeing in panic, the flesh and blood command chickens departed their mistress’s side in order to rile up the demoralized army. Which in turn left the woman dangerously exposed.

  Suddenly, a speeding raptor burst through the avian ranks and slammed into the Chicken Lady, sending her crashing to the ground with a scream of pain. Rows upon rows of needle-like metal teeth filled her vision, and she had no time for anything else but to helplessly watch as the creature prepared to tear her head off.

  "WRaaaa!!!" The raptor was tackled to the ground by a bald, elderly man.

  The thrashing reptile flailed violently, its razor-sharp limbs tearing at the air as its tail lashed out with wild fury. The man expertly dodged around the obstacles and shoved his hand at an exposed hole in the beast’s neck. Then, with a firm sharp motion, he ripped his hand back, fist clenched around a sparking pair of wires, their ends twitching like angry snakes in his grip.

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  The beast stopped his flailing, the green flames in its mechanical eyes dying out. As well as banishing whatever force held the creature together, leaving a pile of metal trash and other car components in its place.

  The old man wasted no time. He quickly rummaged through the body of the fallen beast, finding a sturdy metal rod and crafting a makeshift spear, a long raptor claw at its top tied with the cables he pulled from its neck.

  The Chicken Lady gawked at the newcomer, her eyes wide with disbelief. The man acted with such confidence and skill, as if fighting mechanical raptors with his bare hands was just a normal Tuesday for him. Now that, was a true hero.

  “Come with me if you want to live.” The mysterious man said with a strange accent, standing over her with an outstretched hand.

  The woman quickly blinked a few times at her rescuer with incomprehension. Why did this sound so familia… Then she recalled the reference, and with an amused snort and a goofy smile she took his hand.

  "Come on, we have to get out of here." The man said, clenching his makeshift spear with both hands and worriedly looking around the battlefield.

  "What? I am not leaving." The woman replied in indignation. "That fake bastard is impersonating my favorite super hero. I will not let him tarnish the good name of the great Lord Mecron!" The woman said with fiery passion.

  Herman did a double take, stopped scanning for enemies, and tilted his head, looking at the woman with a strange expression. Then his eyes widened in shock.

  "Look out!" the man shouted, pushing the woman away just before a dark energy bolt passed through the space where they had both stood half a second earlier.

  "Well well well, what do we have here. Is that your grandpa coming to your rescue? I didn't realize you were so desperate." The raider mocked, standing tall in front his two fallen victims.

  "Hisss!" The raptor at the villain’s side leaned towards its master. Earning itself a scratch at the top of the head. Which in turn made the other raptors surrounding Herman and the Chicken Lady more agitated with envy.

  "Aww, there there my pretties, don’t worry, soon you will feast to your hearts desire. Before that though…"

  The masked man took a small orb from his pocket. Placing it on his palm, he fidgeted with it for a moment, then the orb flew from his hand, positioning itself above the fallen heroes surrounded by techno raptors.

  "3…2…1… we are live…." The grouchy artificial voice of the sphere said.

  "Kakhem… Wazaaap my dudes and dudets. This is your boy Chick_Slayer_69!" The raider said as he removed his mask, revealing his bratty arrogant face.

  "Wazaap wazaap!" The wannabe villain blurted out. All the while making weird hand gestures and silly poses to his viewers. Causing the man and woman lying on the ground to exchange awkward, cringe-filled glances.

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  The wannabe villain superstar continued making those weird hand gestures, while half crouching like a duck.

  "Gah!" he shrieked as a handful of sand struck his face, blinding him. "My eyes!" The brat wailed in a high-pitched, girlish tone, stretching every syllable as if someone was tearing him limb from limb, which only confused his raptor minions and made them step back in fear.

  "Wraaaa!"

  "Aaaaaa!"

  The man and woman roared in unison, tackling their opponent to the ground, he with a scavenged raptor claw, she with a purple feather shaped dagger.

  "Get off me, get off meeeee!" The chick slayer squealed, thrashing wildly as his opponents fought wildly to pierce his armored suit.

  "Gah!" the bald man shouted as he got hurled into the air, right towards bunch of jagged metal beams sticking out of the ground.

  As he flew towards his doom, the old man couldn't help but recall the giant’s warning: “100% pain”, he had said. As the beams drew nearer, Herman closed his eyes, accepting his fate and hoping that he would die quickly and relatively painlessly.

  …

  Herman finally dared to open one eye. Yup the metal beams were sure as hell sticking out of his chest and limbs. But, where was the pain?

  For that matter, why wasn't there any blood, or more importantly, why was he even alive to begin with?! He was a bit peckish, but besides that he felt perfectly fine.

  Quickly pushing thoughts of an early breakfast aside, he struggled to free himself. It was no use though, he was stuck firmly in place, reminding him of those weird pinned insect display cases his brother used to make.

  That being said, Herman could only watch helplessly as his ally was likewise hurled into the air, though thankfully she was spared his fate as a display specimen and landed safely, if painfully, on a pile of junk beside him.

  "Fuck you all, god damn it! You ruined my presentation! This ends now, fuck you both!" Chick_Slayer_69 shouted, rising both energy-charged arms, electricity crackling menacingly from his palms.

  Tap tap tap.

  "Aaaghh my hands!!!"

  Tap tap tap. More bursts of plasma fire collided with his legs, making the villain fall down on his knees.

  "Go go go!" a modulated soldier's voice barked, immediately followed by a flotilla of hovercopters decloaking in the air above the battle.

  Swish! Whoosh!

  All the raptor minions were sliced to pieces as if from nowhere, then a bunch of sci-fi looking ninja assassins decloaked in their place, holding energy katanas and scanning the area for further enemies.

  Next, from the hovercopters jumped a squad of power armored swat teams, encircling the fallen Mecron and shooting stun nets at him, all the while the snipers from the copters continued to shoot tiny plasma bolts at the joints of his arms and feet.

  "Move move move." The commandos quickly approached and pointed their huge brick like rifles at their target.

  "Lord Mecron, otherwise known as the terrorist Radek Novikov. By the authority of the Escaldian Government, you are under arrest. Surrender or you will be terminated." The commando leader demanded.

  "I surrender, please don’t kill me, I am not him, I am fake, please, don’t hurt meeeeeee!!!" Chick_Slayer_69 sobbed in desperation.

  Thud Thud Thud.

  A muffled down sequence of explosions echoed in the distance, making the sci-fi techno soldiers look around with anxiety at the oddly ominous sound. Eventually one of the bulky armored suits located the source of the disturbance, and pointed a big armored finger towards the internet skyscrapers at the horizon.

  "TAKE COVEEER!!!" One of the smarter armored hulks shouted, although far far too late for his warning to make any difference.

  BOOOOOM!

  The plasma artillery charges struck true, hitting right between the eyes of the sobbing fake Mecron.

  Then everything went dark.