[center][h2]Judgement[/h2][/center] 

The leader was down, the base was left in ruins, and every powerful fighter the Reformists could muster were powerless toward Solf Patel. The creature stood still as the camera captured the entire area without actually broadcasting it. Clouds of gray gas steamed out of Solf's mouth as it prepared itself for another attack. One of its transparent vectors lunged itself toward the wasted body of Scarlett, gluing it palm on her abdomen so it could wrap her up with its fingers and pull her right at the merciless monsters. It wasn't harming her in any way, Patel was actually careful to not break anything as it carried her. 

The zealot had started walking once more as her captive floated appeased above it. Step by step it made its way to the back of the building, exposing itself to the endless cameras of news copters capturing the scene. It didn't give them the slightest of interest, let alone a free execution. However, as Patel breathed in the soothing fresh air, it bent itself backwards in a perfect 90 degree angle, making its eyes face directly the clouds above. Its red, empty eyes fixated a satellite system's camera feed. The only one who would be capable of seeing through it would be given the grace of seeing Patel's face. It was destined for her, and only her, as a warning for the upcoming onslaught the Underground had planned for that individual. 

After dedicating a few seconds for that mutual friend, Patel straightened itself and looked around. There were bodies, a lot of confused and trapped individuals. There was the redhead it instilled fear upon despite his confident demeanor. None of his colleagues were around but it could see that only Camille was escaping with the war spoils while Vince was nowhere to be seen. It extended one of its vectors and set it softly on a pavement near the edge of the base, where it would normally be visible for Vince if he were trying to escape from an enemy or Patel's upcoming blow. 

Now it was time. The creature used a vector to slap Scarlett awake, no holding back on the hit but no broken bones either. Once she'd be awake, it would approach her being close to its concealed face. Unlike its previous play, it wouldn't grace the unworthy dream girl with its face, but it would pronounce a few words. 

"[b]... This is... For you...[/b]" 

It said with its unnerving multi-voice, before shoving the girl aside while keeping the vector tied around her body. It then faced the giant airfield, body straight and bloodlust felt in a mile's radius. A large amount of steam poured out of its hood before the piece of cloth would start to deform due to the sheer amount of power it was investing. 

"[b]... Rua... RUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!![/b]" 

A terrible screech came out of the monster's being and lasted for quite some time. Owlman's scream had nothing on the insanity that was being spewed out here. Glass shattered, nearby eardrums nearly exploded, and every animal in the city hid for its life. The Vectors reacted accordingly as four of them sprung out of the monster's body and enlarged themselves as if they were invisible, however the sheer force put into them made them transparent. They all stabbed the very corners of the airfield and dug deep into the bedrock, hitting nearly 200 meters down under. Patel's scream would only get stronger at that point as it literally lifted the ENTIRE FIELD and two hundred meters worth of land mass under it. 

The Airfield was slowly levitating upwards until the vectors managed to stabilize it at the level of the base's roof. 

A giant hole was left and a huge shadow covered the entirety of the evacuating staff and agents. Patel was displaying its power as an SS rank Metahuman, the ability to take down small towns with an attack. The whole world was given the chance to see what it truly had to face-off with. Patel slowly moved the giant block of mass over the building, the hovering monolith would be more than enough to cover the whole base as well as the blocks of buildings neighboring it. It gave twenty seconds for everyone to realize how deep they were plunged into despair. It wouldn't drop it, though. 

It would mercilessly slam it on the HQ. 

The crash would be akin to a meteor strike, though of course with a lot less damage, but all of LA would feel as if they had lived a common earthquake that quickly escalated into something worrying. Weak tremors could even be felt right into San Francisco given the sheer force imposed. Patel used its remaining vector to shield itself and Scarlett of endless debris and pressure. It would do the same with Vince if he were to reach the rescue vector. As for the rest, well, they'd have to deal with being crushed. 

"[b]Amen.[/b]"

[center][h2]Camille Mahroug - Game Over[/h2][/center]

Given the circumstances, the man holding her captive would have had to check the enormous amount of casualties he was leaving behind, giving Camille the perfect occasion to slip off behind a hangar to get away from Spectrum's aim. As this was done, she could notice her new group of Metas had encountered the chopper she instructed them to encounter. As the dog started to growl at the armed men who were defending the vehicle, Camille had caught up with the bunch and waved the soldiers down to lower their weapons. They complied since only one kid would behave so erratically in such a crisis, and it would be their boss. 

"[b]Ah la la, shaddap doggy! They're the good guys![/b]" 

She said as if he owned Jake or something. Although she wasn't sure why a dog was here in the first place, the fear of what may come soon overshadowed the minute details such as Jake or even Sebastian's fate. However, she did turn around to look behind in hopes to see her colleague, Vince. She didn't want him to die, and seriously hoped he wouldn't end up trapped by the enemy. But nothing could be done if he wouldn't be here on time. She turned back to point at the helicopter. 

"[b]Get in quick! We're flying off![/b]" 

She'd order, jumping in first. The chopper's propeller had already begun to turn and stir up a large amount of wind. As the crew would get on out of lack of options considering their wounded and the chaos, the copter would take off, leaving behind the willing soldiers who would later scavenge the area. One of the doors would be left open in order to let the passengers witness the upcoming scene. Patel's wrath unfolding. They would be spared the tremors as they would be in the skies, but the experience was still just as intense. 

Camille wasn't smiling one bit. She could barely hear anything going on in the chopper between the propeller's endless noise and Patel's screeching. She was scared, scared for Vince, scared for herself, scared for whatever dangers it could present to anyone. She could only stare in awe as to what the monster was doing with the gargantuan chunk of earth, having just as much to say about it as the rest of the crew. When everything was over, the Helicopter flew among the confused news copters, waiting for Patel to grab a hold of it and go. 

"[b]... I don't even...[/b]" 

It was indeed Game Over, Camille and her team had won with an overkill, so much that it left her speechless. At least the Reformists wouldn't get back up so easily.