<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br/><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br/>At the forefront of the fight Killer Croc prepared to once again challenge his long-term foe, Batman. He knew the sent well and snarled savagely at the little bat. The thick, dark smoke clogged his vision and somewhat challenged his senses, but the Croc was used to fighting in pitch dark sewers and could easily handle the limited vision. Despite his size the sheer mass of his muscles let him move with a surprising speed. He flailed twice more, blindly, into the smoke before sending a savage right hook towards the bat. Feint, feint and the real strike. Years of fighting more agile and skill opponents had taught Croc something, at least. After throwing the jab he pushed his way towards the side of the street, throwing his full bodyweight into the nearest building. The brickwork gave way with little resistance and Croc was inside the cramped home. Upstairs a few screams could be heard, while a sick grin curled across the Croc's lips.<br/><br/>"Come out, come out... the Croc's hungry..." His voice trailed, guttural and utterly unnatural as he stalked his way into the building. He was giving Batman no choice but following the brute into an enclosed space.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, back on the street, King Shark was met with a brutal tackle by the Amazonian. As large as he was the strike to his hips set him off balance, and the pair skidded down the street a good distance before he could dig himself in and slow the charge. 9'2" and 1000lbs of unnatural, hybrid muscle did a surprising job of bringing them to a halt. They'd stopped a little ways from Grodd and now King Shark took a couple of steps back to assess his foe. Clearly strong, he was impressed with her so far. He flexed a little, rolling his shoulders and baring his inhuman rows of teeth at her. His cold black eyes stared her down for a few seconds before he let loose with a berserker flurry of strikes. His aggression was shocking and his complete lack of control let him challenge stronger heroes who restrained themselves, particularly when they were used to more human foes. But Shark was truly animal like in his savagery. His claws raked through the air towards the woman over and over, just aiming to hurt her in any way he could. There was no finesse or thought in his motions, even compared to Croc.<br/><br/>And then, on the ground, lay Grodd. He'd been surprised at the strange backwards-talking man. Resistance was one thing, but taking the fight to him like this was unexpected. In the desert a smile curled his lips and he began to move. Not a lumbering charge but swift, smooth leaps. And as he moved he thought. His power on this plane was different to the magician's, but still potent. As he barreled forward he leaped into the air and outstretched an arm, only to be met by a steel pole that jutted from the sand suddenly. He swung between them effortlessly, finding it easier than removing the sand itself. As he neared his foe he propelled himself particularly high, clasping both huge fists together and falling hard towards him aiming to split his skull with a single crushing blow.