Dark Skies for Darkseid

[Harry Dresden]

The massive army of turtles had not been what Harry expected when he walked through the portal. He spotted a cloaked figure, someone with a bright red jumpsuit, and another person who, from the sound of it, had some sort of ability to affect sound waves and amplify them to painful levels. Harry was glad that last was keeping the blasts focused; he knew what kind of damage rapidly vibrating air could do. Part of his training had involved learning a healthy respect for the elements, even the ones he didn't use.

The wizard clasped his cloak over his duster with one hand, the pale grey fabric of his office billowing ominously behind him as he strode from the portal towards the man in red. Harry transferred his staff to his left hand and used his shield bracelet to call a disk of force into being on that hand, as the turtles were whipped into a frenzy by the presence of foreign entities that were opposed to their thrall-master. Namely, himself and the three who were already fighting. The turtles were mad; the ones at the Nexus might have had more logic, more freedom, but these were little more than Renfields; crazed killers, tormented by their own fractured psyche and loyal only to their master.

He didn't particularly enjoy fighting Renfields. The fact that they happened to be turtles did little to make it easier, but it was still necessary. He drew his revolver as the first Apokolips Troopa flung itself at him. The wizard raised his arm and caught it on his shield, then dropped the extension of his will keeping the disk of force maintained and shot it point-blank with a .45 Magnum revolver, with predictable and swift results. He took five more shots at nearby Troopas, two of which actually connected with something other than shell, before he dropped the gun back into his pocket and took off for the others at a run, using his staff to try and push aside the turtles that blocked his path. They seemed to retreat into their shells when you hit them on the head, and the shells were good for tripping up other turtles. He stopped when he reached the trio, turning and drawing his blasting rod. He swept the rune-carved wood through the air with a cry of "Fuego!" A gout of flame erupted from the end of the wizard's focus, charring a couple of his pursuers who had abandoned caution in favor of a chance at blood. "So, this is what that Darkseid is doing with his thralls? Please tell me you guys aren't with him, too. I just got through with a really irritating few days and I'm not sure how good a handle I have on my temper right now."