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It was like any other universe-ending crisis the hero community had ever faced, and at this point they were becoming redundant. They were facing off against a formerly low-grade villain, Splice, that had somehow risen through the ranks thanks to some unforeseen power boost. At the very least that’s all that Wally heard during the brief briefing before he ran out to join the swab of other heroes already in the fray of battle. Some lay in the rubble of fallen buildings (hopefully not seriously injured, or worse, dead ), while others work tirelessly at taking down Splice’s . . . creations? Kind of?
You see, Splice had the ability to take artwork, pull it off its page and make it come to life. An example of this could be what’s happening right now, where Splice has taken the beautiful artwork of a flamethrower and ripped it from its original holding place of paper. In a sense, “splicing” it into existence. Of course, he was assuming it was beautiful, trying to make out what it once could have looked like based on the bits and pieces of the gooey, stringing parts of the background still attached to the flamethrower. Quite a colorful piece, he must say. Though, there wasn’t much time to admire it considering he was aiming it at any hero in sight. Thankfully, he was faster than sight.
As he helped get people out of the way of the line of fire, he made sure to bring anyone severely injured, civilian or otherwise, to a nearby hospital. As he got closer to Splice he saw some familiar faces fighting valiantly. One of which was Diana Prince, Wonder Woman. She made quick work of the various mythical beasts Splice had “summoned” seeing as they had all fought similar things before. Dodging and turning to strike out at the head of a lion on a chimera, she failed to notice the silent descent of the snake jaw on her leg. Or so they thought. Being on the left side of the lion head, she impales the jaw of the lion head straight through its muzzle at a diagonal angle. The sword slices through the papery skin of the lion easily; its insides mainly ink and paper with no real backbone other than the feather-light paper mache bones making up its skeleton. Ink and paint leaks from the puncture wound. As she drives it deeper into its maw, the point of the sword pokes out the other end; with it comes the colorful array of inks of a printer as they try to leak out through the hole. She uses the momentum from this action, plants her hand with her lasso (Of Truth) on the side of its head, and with her strength uses the direction the blunt side of the sword is facing and brings it up over her head to slam on the ground with a deafening crack.
The chimera cries out in silent agony as it dissolves on the ground to join its fallen brethren. But the snake, having been so close to its target beforehand, clamps its jaw down on its prize. With the help of the trajectory of Wonder Woman’s final attack, skin pulls from her leg as the snake follows the trajectory of the rest of its body. The injury reveals the dark, crimson blood vessels pulsating with blood as it tries to clog the wound to only cover the bone that is peaking through the gap in her leg. Having only seen the aftermath of this, Wally rushes to her aid as yet another beast charges at her ready for battle.