Lady Gorgon realized that the tides had turned when the heroes arrived, and saw Kaiju-Man transformed, his body shifting and contorting into a massive, muscled hybrid of human and Kaiju. He stood defiant against the onslaught of radioactive flames from Toxic Skull, his thick hide and sheer power allowing him to withstand the toxic heat. He advanced relentlessly, each blow a thunderous impact that Toxic Skull could barely parry, let alone dodge.
Josh, for his part, confronted Dr. Psych. The air crackled with psychic energy from the mad doctor before he then telekinetically assaulted the young man, sending twisted metal and chunks of the ruined facility hurtling toward him. But Josh was ready. He countered by moving in bursts of speed that resembled flashes of lightning, weaving through the telekinetic onslaught. He then chanted in the ancient Latin-like language of the elves, each word a fireball or a wave of concussive force that met Dr. Psych's attacks head-on.
Meanwhile, a few miles away, Blue Lock and Starlight were in a helicopter, ensuring Josh's parents were safe. Having respectively defeated the two C-Ranks guarding them, they were preparing to return to the ruined base to assist their teammates.
“Ebony Blade says they have the situation handled," Blue Lock said into the intercom, relaying her message. He then let out a sigh of relief, thinking the worst was over.
Yet before he could even register Starlight's reply, a silver blur streaked across his vision. It was a movement too fast to track, rippling through the air with the velocity of a meteor, yet with the precision of a sniper bullet. Blue Lock's heart tightened in a frozen dread that he hadn’t felt in years… for he recognized that speed, that power. And it was heading in the same direction as his teammates…
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“Ebony Blade! Get yourself and everyone out of there, NOW!" he shouted into the intercom, his voice filled with near panic.
The African hero was at first alarmed and confused by why her partner was so terrified.
But then, the ground suddenly trembled. A figure crashed down into the center of the arena, the impact cratering the already devastated floor, as dust and debris swirled, obscuring the newcomer for a moment.
When the dust settled, a figure stood revealed. He was a Russian man, seemingly in his mid-forties, with slicked-back black hair stretched across a pale scalp. He possessed the powerful build of a bodybuilder, his muscles bulging even beneath his clothing: a silver spandex shirt, black pants, and a metal belt. On the center of his chest was a stark, imposing emblem: a red Soviet Union symbol. His face was impassive, his eyes cold.
He surveyed the scene, his gaze sweeping over the battling heroes and the struggling villains. Then, he spoke, his voice a thick, resonant rumble, laced with a chilling, almost casual authority.
“So, Lady Gorgon… you seem to have failed."
The villainess, who had been a picture of arrogance and cruelty moments before, now stood silent. Her head was bowed in submission, and a palpable fear radiated from her. Even Toxic Skull and Dr. Psych seemed to shrink back, their bravado extinguished.
The Russian man's gaze lingered on them for a moment longer, then dismissed them with a flick of his hand. "No matter…" he said, his voice like the grinding of steel. "For Ivon Fyodor, the Steel Titan, will clean up your mess."
