Somewhere Over the Rainbow (open)

He looked at the newcomer, apparently another person ready to fight. More talk about Teen Titans, who were they? This kid wasn’t dressed like a regular person, maybe he was an agent, or some sort of superhero. Were the Titans some sort of team of superheroes? Were superheroes and villains common in this world? It was all very strange to Rex. Before he could think about it anymore, a large flock of doves rained down, pecking on them. Rex tried to block himself with his smack hands, but failed miserably as the pecking continued. It seemed the rainbow colored girl had her way of fighting them off, Rex needed one now. Abandoning the smack hands, Rex grows the large jet pack onto his back and points the turbines upward. He turns them on, letting loose the large winds. The doves try to get past it, but ultimately the force of the turbines forces them upward and knock them out of formation.

With the bird issue solved, Rex pointed the turbines toward Mumbo. Miss Rainbow was inclined to give him another chance, but Rex knew what happened when you gave a bad guy too many chances. ” Well I’m done talking.” He fires a heavy bola from the right turbine at Mumbo, aiming to hit him in the chest.

Too skidded into the scene, spotting Mumbo and the others."Yo, Hotwire!Eh?!Mumbo?Whats that wannabe doing?!"He then spotted the man with a Hive communicator."A hive member!!!What's going on here!!?Never mind, I'll just fight!!!"He flashstepped toward the warlock, summoning and slicing with his dark katana."Hotwire, help metal-hands!Rainbow girl, help out here, if you don't mind!!"

Hotwire heard the familiar yell of Toji, the demonic swordsman. He didn't really get the whole demon thing... why they get all the fangirls, or why they even are possible.

"Toji! What are you doing here? I thought I told you to patrol the east side!"

Hotwire was distracted again by the insult hurled by one of the villains.

You think I'm weak huh. Time for this degenerate to see what happens when he endangers civilians."

Walking down the street, unphased by what was occurring, was a teenage boy about Hotwires age, rocking out to a boom-box. Hotwire turned around, grabbed the boom box and aimed it towards the villain.

"Hey! What are you... whoa..."

The lines came down his arms and into the box. His studies into sonic-technology had given him some ideas.

The speakers grew , and became metallic. As a powerful wave of orange sonic energy pulsed out at the armored foe.

That oughta ruffle up some feathers. Make these heroes assert themselves into responding in kind. Unfortunately the chuffed couldn't stay chuffed for long. Mumbo taught he taw a Titan. And he did! He did taw one. Fortunately the man who had spoken up from before was on hand to lend some respite. Excellent, the second fiddles weren't usually so eager. Mumbo better watch out or the man's peppiness could outshine him, which just couldn't happen while he was out campaigning.

The heroes easily beat off the dove flock. It appeared the girl preferred some razzle-dazzle in her attacks, flooding the park with colour. Meanwhile the boy relied on foreign gadgets and gizmos that soon turned the tables of this fight. A powerful gust tore across Mumbo and lifted him straight backwards. The magician cried out, and withdrew the cane from his sleeve. Its crooked end hooked the arm of the statue as he blew passed, and stabilised himself.

Finally, they could get to some real campaigning. Mumbo pulled himself in and crouched half-sheltered on the statue arm. He shouted to be heard as the Titan began trying some megaphone diplomacy elsewhere, “If my goal confuses you, that's because I'm stumping. But please, allow me a reach across the aisle.” His crook suddenly extended in the direction of the girl. Her new stage directions were to join him up on the plinth, where he could put her in a straight jacket and dangle down above her friend. The assistants wouldn't be 'lovely' if they didn't distract the attentions of his audience.

At about the same time the top of his hat, which had defied conventions and stayed upon his head throughout the gale, opened. From the end poured out small baubles of destruction. Explosives about as powerful as a firecracker, but numerous. These detonations did not merely present a danger to the boy though, but all citizens of the park. Civilians and combatants alike as they bounced around sporadically.