After being sent off by Angstrom Levy, No Goggles Marceline finds herself in the heart of the Egyptian desert, specifically in the area where Invincible's recurring mummy joke takes place. This isn't just a random drop; it's a strategic move by Angstrom, setting the stage for a clash of epic proportions. As she lands, a brief encounter with Ka-Hor adds a moment of levity, but it's quickly overshadowed by the looming battle ahead. The Guardians of the Globe, including Immortal, Shapesmith, Darkwing, Dupli-Kate, and Black Samson, are waiting, ready to face this formidable foe.

No Goggles Marceline is not your average Invincible. She's a variant, and she's stronger than the Guardians could have ever anticipated. Her power is raw and unbridled, and she uses it to dominate the battlefield. Black Samson, Shapesmith, and Dupli-Kate are all severely wounded, their bodies bearing the marks of her brutal strength. Marceline's movements are a dance of destruction, each strike calculated to maximize pain and chaos. Her muscles ripple beneath her torn clothing, a testament to her physical prowess and the sheer force she wields.

As the battle rages on, Marceline turns her attention to Immortal and Darkwing, the remaining Guardians still standing. Her eyes gleam with a mix of excitement and cruelty, relishing every moment of the fight. She savors the pain, both hers and her opponents', and uses it to fuel her relentless assault. Her body is a weapon, moving with the fluid grace of a predator, each motion precise and deadly. The desert sands swirl around her, kicked up by the force of her strikes, adding to the chaotic beauty of the scene.

One of Marceline's most notable traits is her obsession with torture and drawn-out fights. She's disappointed when Immortal is defeated too quickly, lamenting the lost opportunity for further torment. In fact, she allows Immortal to land damaging blows on her, prolonging the struggle and savoring the pain she inflicts on others. It's a twisted pleasure, one that she indulges in with a childlike glee, her smile widening as she feels the impact of each hit.

Marceline: “More of this! C’mon! Holy shit..!” She said, putting her hands up. Darkwing kicked her in the side, causing her to groan and stumble. Darkwing, feeling greedy, attempted a sneak attack, but Marceline grabbed his leg, slamming it to the ground and breaking it.

Marceline: “You guys are so good!” She giggled, returning to her fight with Immortal. As Kate's clone tried to attack her, Marceline split both of them with a swift kick, then punched Immortal.

Marceline: “Whoo! I mean.. hey, my dad killed most of you guys in my world.” She placed her hands on her wide, childbearing hips, looking at the torn Shape Smith and raising an eyebrow. “And your stretchy friend wasn't even there.. he's awesome!” She paused, her smile fading as she thought.

Marceline: “Wait.. what did he say when I ripped him in half?” She looked at the dead Guardians and Immortal. “Shit! It was like so weird right?” She smiled.

Marceline: “Does anyone remember?” She looked at them expectantly, her mask lacking goggles, resembling a luchador-style mask. The blue coloring extended down to her waist and along her back, leaving black patches on the sides of her torso. Her knee pads were more rounded, giving her a different silhouette. Her clothing was slightly torn, and her plump thighs begged to be freed..

Marceline: “Help! I don't want to not be living.. wasn't that it? oh, no it was- oh no! I'm going to not be alive!” She mocked.

Marceline: “You’re a weird dude, dude.” She said to Shape Smith, smirking widely.

Her body is a masterpiece of strength and agility, each muscle clearly defined and ready for action. Her skin, partially exposed through torn clothing, is smooth and unblemished, a stark contrast to the rugged desert landscape. The way her clothes cling to her curves highlights her physical prowess, and the slight tear in her attire only adds to her wild and untamed appearance.