Superman opened his eyes groggily, the pain across his jaw still fresh and not feeling like it would go away anytime soon. He could feel the cracks and breaks struggling to heal from a hit that had broken through his durability as if it didn't exist at all.
He had just enough time to send a distress signal to the Watchtower before a second hit sent him hurtling back to the Antarctic ice.
/POV Shift/
Diana had been flying back towards Themyscira when J'onn told her Clark was being attacked. Despite knowing his capabilities, she also knew he wouldn't send a distress signal unless he truly believed he needed help.
Turning towards the coordinates J'onn gave her, she called upon Hermes' gift of flight further, hurtling herself beyond the sound barrier.
/POV Shift/
Vahl-Or had not been angry in a long time. He had had plenty of time in his long life to learn how to process his emotions in a healthy way.
That, unfortunately, didn't help in this situation.
The deaths of his people, and Kal-El's absolute ignorance to it, had angered him far more than them being left there. He could SEE their lives fade, the colours without name fade into a disgusting, disturbing darkness. He had sent some nano-drones in to stop it, to save them, but could not enter himself to give them the truth that Brainiac was gone. The drones were designed to be that small, he had had no understanding of shrinking tech at the time (he barely understood it now).
7 days left to stew in such anger and despair would bring most people to a breaking point. But his neurons were saturated with solar energy. To him, with no one to speak to, it felt like much longer. It was a surprise he could control himself as long as he had.
Which led to now, as he was beating Kal-El into the southern ice. Some logical part of him told him this was wrong, but at this point, he couldn't stop of he wanted to. All he wanted was for this stupid man to bleed.
Despite that, his psionically-enhanced senses still told him of a blade swinging to cut his head off.
Catching the blade, he "felt" the thin orichalchum plating in his armored glove strain. The blade was magic. Would cut half his hand clean off if he had tried that without his suit.
Looking at Kal-El's ally, he could see both anger and surprise in her expression.
The Amazon. Diana of Themyscira. The Wonder Woman.
An agent of the Hellenistic gods.
Vahl-Or didn't particularly like gods.
"This fight is between Kal-El and myself. Stay out of it."
The 'or else' would only be missed by young children or the truly moronic.
Her glare just intensified.
"He sent a distress signal. A warrior does not abandon a friend when they call for assistance."
He felt his eyes heat up in preparation. 'Heat Vision', they called it here.
"Very well then."
Just as he was about to signal his visor to reconfigure itself so it would not get damaged, though -
"SHAZAM!"