Holy crap, was one of them really throwing around quotes? He reached over and pinched himself to be sure he wasn't having some form of goofy %#s nightmare. Nope. Ow, though. Next thing he knew one of them would start reciting poetry while trying to tear his spine out.

"If that holds true, this could be your last fight too... Judging from your buddy inside, I like my odds." That was a bluff. He didn't like his odds. He could feel them as they moved around him, every little step; it was like these freaks had muscle made from spun steel. They hit way harder than any mutant he had ever encountered, and that was saying a lot, because he'd been around.

We started to wish he hadn't decided against using guns... At least then he would have something to preoccupy these guys with while he gained energy. Instead, all he could do was wait until they made their move.

They made their move.

He felt one moving in from behind as the other charged at him head on... Great, two in one go... This was a perfect chance to test his theory... God help him if it didn't work, because he was pretty sure it was his only way out of this jam. They struck almost in unison, with the one in front throwing a vicious one two combo, which he ducked and weaved very carefully, almost getting clipped by one of the fists as it rocketed in... And then he felt the kick coming at his spine... This was it!

He took a deep breath, and pushed his left hand out to make contact with the one in front of him's chest. With careful timing, he jumped just enough to lift his feet from the ground, and twist so that the kick only hit him in the right side.

If it worked, he would feel the force of the kick tear through him, get amplified, and smack into the red guy in front of him with incredible power... He would then twist, and send a punch with all of the force the clones had used pushing him out of the building, right into the groin of the one who had kicked him.

He would then collapse, and struggle to stand, as having that much force channel through you was insanely tough on the body.

Jupiter just sneered at him and his retort; his eyes said everything about what he thought about the Judges odds.
His sneer was proven to be misguided as both punches tore by the man and he was sent skipping down the street, before unconsciousness took him, he imagined this is what it might feel like to be a ski ball.
Mercury watched as the kick took Mercury barely had time to hunch over to take the punch to his abs instead of his crotch the punch sent him sailing into the air.

After observing a grim smile came to his face. Mars looked to Saturn and nodded. “Strangle him, he is using our force against us. Nice and slow, squash the air out of his body.” His last test would be if it worked, unfortunately for Saturn he would be the guinea pig. The pair edged in on the man who just dispatched of three of their brothers, a feat they could not remember happening ever.
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From a block away a Taxi cabi was sent spinning through the air like a Frisbee. Pluto had arrived and on arrival had decided that his brothers were in the wrong , the cab driver refused to go any closer so when he got out he pulled the man from the cab and sent the cab spinning towards his brothers.
The yellow cab smacked into mars and Saturn above the judge’s head. Saturn smacked the ground with a thud that seemed final. Mars had managed to get an arm up catching the unexpected cab out of his peripheral. He went down all the same.
Pluto came jogging up to the man on the ground amazed that he was still breathing, He was worried that the judge wouldn’t trust him, but that was why he went to such lengths to change his appearance so long ago, tattoos, shaving his head, dying his tail black, he was obviously a clone, no longer.
“Come on, lets get out of here before anybody else shows up.” He crouched down and lifted the man placing him in the van Mars had prepared. The keys were in the ignition.
He tore off in the direction he had come from the van sped down the road not bothering to stop at stop signs until they had left the Bronx.
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Abyss watched from the doorway a arm across his midsection, smoldering anger in his eyes. He no longer had six brothers. Only five.

Things were going pretty well. He could hardly stand, but yeah, pretty well. He discovered just how hard it was to get up when he tried. He didn't even make it half way by the time he heard this precious little tidbit:

“Strangle him, he is using our force against us. Nice and slow, squash the air out of his body"

Well, he'd had a good run...He was pretty sure he'd decked those guys harder than they'd ever imagined he could, and he could be proud of that. In the end he decided against getting up; no real point... he was doomed, he was best off just giving up.

Wait... No! He was the Judge! Justice could never die! He had to fight them to his last breath! How, though? He couldn't even stand... He could throw something at them or something... What could he throw, though?

Apparently, a car... He didn't remember throwing it, but he had to say he was impressed with the results. Damn was he good or what? His vision blurred a little, and he saw a big red blob before him; he swung to punch it, his fist found only air, and he was lifted into the sky, almost immediately. he tried to struggled, heard a muffled voice, found he was tossed into something, and then... well, there was shaking, more fuzziness, and then darkness.

Pluto was sorely tempted to take the guy back to his place to try to bandage him up like a mummy, but he didn't have the skills amd he didn't want to see what he could do with Sveta around. besides, what if the guy was actually just some nut bent on hurting mutants...he couldn't risk it. He sped to the only other place that he thought might help...the mansion.

~fin?~