Hades Versus Everyone (Night Hawks)

This wasn't happening. Nothing short of divine intervention could possible hope to wound he. Spots of blood could be seen in the grass, nothing substantial, but far more than Hades ever wanted to view of his own mortality. It was high time these insolent brats witnessed their own insignificance to this plane. They were fragile, weak, with petty concerns and fears. And even frailer attacks, as Pacific would learn when Hades rose once more to intercept his errant swing.

The staff clashed exactly, looping the chain against its stave. Before the younger man could react to the mage's deceptive frailty, Hades cast another spell that began to channel through his staff as before. A backstep and a clearing thrust coincided with Hades' conjuring. The hex he tried to afflict the Nighthawk leader with was a fierce affair of personal affront. A moment of hell.

The magic was soul piercing and powerful, set to break a combatant through their very own worst fear. Drive the mind askew by personal terrors. To the others there could be no show of mercy. With the Lantern out of the picture they had no way to defend themselves. Hades mouthed hateful words merely as a mnemonic aid. Dark matter would spew from his staff and separate into three distinct patches. Each would then fly for the nearest remaining Nighthawks. Only the invisible one right now was difficult to pinpoint. If captured in the encompassing gloom the victims would be forced to fight their dark side in physical embodiment. Destroy themselves with their own wickedness.

Moon watched Mr.Pacific attack Hades, Moon was sort of scared of this guy. He was the King of the underworld! What if he took you under there and made you burn eternally. She watched Hades take the blow and cast a spell. She ran behind him quietly, still invisible, and put her hand on her temple. Suddenly a tree that fell from an earlier blow lifted up, She used it and threw it Hades going straight to his head.

Yes! They were beating him! The Night Hawks could win this fight.

Pacific swung his nun-chucks at the madman, only to have it blocked. However, in that instant, Pacific's eyes opened wide. He saw his family being tortured in horrible ways. In ways that perhaps only he could imagine. It was a terrible sight and Pacific couldn't deal with it.

As the moment of hell ended, Pacific fell to his knees. His eyes were hollow and his mouth was hanging open. His faithful nun-chucks fell to the ground. Pacific was, at least momentarily, out of the fight. He had been beaten by his own worst fears.