This was pathetic. Really, it was.

You were a formidable foe. A villain of renowned strength. You’ve even had the pleasure of beating the original Guardians of the Globe, before their untimely massacre. And with the brand new Guardians of the Globe, well, they barely knew how to work together as a team, let alone fight.

You had one kid yelling profanities and blowing shit up, a man trying to yell orders, a robot running around and assessing the situation, a literal 12 year old, some chick who can shrink and grow, and some chick who can clone herself. All had very good abilities, but they were too busy bumbling around like fucking idiots to try and fight you. So you beat them with ease. Hell, even their little friend, Invincible, tried to help out. Too bad he wasn’t that durable and wasn’t that focused.

Unfortunately, you all were fighting on a very public rooftop. And so your battle had gained a small… audience.

Hovering high in the sky, with his arms crossed over his chest and a cold glare in his blue eyes, was Nolan Grayson. Omni-Man. The strongest man on the goddamn planet. He didn’t mind seeing you kick the Guardians of the Globe’s asses. But then he watched you kick his son’s ass, and he wasn’t… he wasn’t very fond of that, let me just say.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked coldly. Invincible seemed to almost shoot up from his position against the concrete, barely groaning out the word “dad.” The other Guardians looked up, seeing Omni-Man himself slowly descending down to your level on the rooftop. All hell was about to break loose, now.