<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/14/147508/4593900-1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>? ? ?<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Deathstroke "The Terminator."<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Highest Bidder.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:18 - 20:25<br/><strong>Location:</strong>S.T.A.R Labs, Gotham East.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Superboy, Nightwing, Batwoman, Spoiler.<br/><strong>Theme Music:</strong>The Wild Card by Really Slow Motion (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4o94jEXUmA)<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>Deathstroke manages to twist and avoid the punch itself, but is taken by surprise by the Kinetic Force that pushes him off of his feet and sets him spinning in circles in the air. He manages to unsheathe his staff, however, and attempts a spinning-strike-counterattack as he is forced backwards through the air. He flips backwards and lands in a crouching position, looking at the three visible Heroes from across the room.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>He didn't have the time to see whether or not his punch ending up connecting with Fem-Bat in any meaningful way; he felt it hit<em>something,</em>though his time and attention were taken up too soon for him to figure out if it was a forearm or her side, since apparently SuperMask had decided to attempt to get involved. Apparently, Deathstroke's attempted distraction with the knife hadn't worked that well - unsurprising, for a Mask who could throw televisions around with his mind, but still frustrating - and perhaps had galvanised the SuperMask into action...or perhaps it had stalled him, and he was reaching the brawl a split second later than he had wanted to. Either way, he was soon interjecting himself into the spar that had promised to almost break out between him and Fem-Bat - already the one that Deathstroke estimated to be the most skilled combatant among the three of them, even if SuperMask was physically more powerful - from his right, which also just so happened to be his blind side. So, apparently the SuperMask wasn't just the dumb gorilla of the group; he had some basic tactical awareness...if he was as strong normally as Deathstroke estimated, then that could have been a problem had he been at full power. Thankfully, he was fighting at Deathstroke's level...and Deathstroke had been fighting for far longer than that whelp had likely even been alive. See, there was a reason that Deathstroke's helmet broadcast his weakness; no, it wasn't because an extra eye hole would have ruined the look of the mask...it was because he was so confident in his abilities that he wanted his opponents to know exactly how handicapped the opponent who had just kicked their asses was. It was a psychological tactic; if he could beat you with one eye, then you obviously weren't as good as you thought you were.<br/><br/>And besides; with his enhanced senses, he didn't need his eye to tell him that he was about to be blindsided. His ears - already on high alert just in case of an invisible attack - pricked up and towards the sound of rushing wind and heavy footsteps, telling him just what was on his way. Unfortunately, having just committed to the punch, there was absolutely no way that Deathstroke could get out of the way completely, so he already knew that he was going to have to take the punch in some capacity...it just depended on how he was going to take it. He was obviously strong, and tactically aware, so he was likely aiming for the largest part of Deathstroke's gut to try and minimise the risk of missing or being deflected harmlessly, and if he was smart, he would be prepared for a counterattack. So, even as Deathstroke's left fist crunched into something - he still wasn't sure if it was the side or a deflecting forearm or even the tip of her staff coming round to parry - he twisted his body to his right, using the momentum of his last spin-step to turn faster than even he could usually manage from a standing start to at least try to reduce the punch to more of a glancing blow than a full-on direct hit. He wasn't worried about his bones being broken - volatile Promethium was almost indestructible - but if he got knocked off balance, with that many enemy combatants, things could have gone south really, really quickly. These four were no match for him individually, but together? They might just force him to a stalemate. He had to avoid giving them the upper hand, even for a moment. Sure enough, as his left eye came into viewing range of SuperMask - which was perhaps surprisingly quickly; try shutting one eye...your field of vision isn't cut off as much as you would expect; more like a quarter of your vision as opposed to half - he twisted his body as the punch connected, the side of the fist scraping past the armour. He still felt a slight impact as the immense strength slammed the armour against his side, but it wasn't nearly as hard as it would have been if -<br/><br/>- and before he knew what was happening, he found himself spinning faster in the same direction as he had twisted as a second, slightly delayed force punched into the spot where the SuperMask's fist had just skimmed past, like a powerful handgun being let off at close range. His side wasn't injured much - again, indestructible fitted armour definitely had its benefits - but he certainly felt it, the wind being knocked out of him briefly as he span around in place for almost half a revolution before even his brain caught up. Of course, catch up it did; he could think nine times faster than the fastest thinking human on the planet, so it didn't take long for him to regain his bearings. He didn't know what that was, but he would have time to figure it out after the room stopped spinning and he was out of immediate danger...he could feel that whatever force had impacted his side had also actually lifted him off the ground with the force, and his natural sense of balance and his habit of tracking his own trajectory combined to tell him that he was moving in a decidedly backwards direction even as his body began to float backwards in that direction. That movement was likely to increase as he gained height...so any counterattack had to be right then on his first revolution before he got too far away; a counterattack he would have to deliver if he was going to regain his feet and balance before being attacked again. Instead of attempting to stop the spin - that would be pointless in mid-air - he went with it, reaching behind his back with his right hand as he moved. He gripped the small stub of metal that was hooked onto his lower bandoleer and pulled it out, pressing the button on the side as he brought it in front of him.<br/><br/>Instantly, the Promethium staff that had rapidly become a staple of his arsenal in the last year or so extended in a fraction of a second to its full length as Deathstroke pulled it round from his back and - with the help of his left hand pushing the lower half along - swept it around in a large arc, directly targeted at both Fem-Bat and SuperMask's general head and torso area. Aiming was difficult with his stability-challenged form, but he was a good enough aim to at least be able to hit their bodies, at least, as he passed by and was propelled away from them sharply. Perhaps their heads was optimistic but he would settle for a good shot in the ribs or arm of either of them...see, Volatile Promethium, as well as being near-indestructible and highly radioactive and therefore potentially lethal to humans had a third quality; it was able to generate massive amounts of extra kinetic force that would appear as a small "Telekinetic punch" that would magnify the impact of the staff a good ten or twenty fold...so if they got hit as it passed? They would definitely know about it, even the SuperMask. Of course, now that he considered it, a Telekinetic Punch was likely what was used to send him flying...he already knew that the SuperMask possessed such an ability, and though he'd only ever heard rumours of such a tactic being used...well, it made sense, since how else would he have been able to produce that delayed push, unless he had some other power that Deathstroke couldn't understand? That latter was a possibility, of course, but the more likely option was just that he used his telekinesis in a way that Deathstroke hadn't expected...of course, he wouldn't catch him out with the same trick twice.<br/><br/>Of course, there was also the matter of spinning and flying backwards to address, but that was a trivial matter; arching his back as he flew backwards, he went with the momentum instead of fighting it, flipping over backwards heel-over-head in a pencil-backflip-corkscrew-thing, designed to use up the rest of his momentum...as powerful as it was, the telekinetic punch only created so much kinetic energy, which he used up by accelerating his rate of flip and spin...and as he felt himself come back round to be the right way up, he prepared his body for the inevitable landing...and landed heavily on the floor, his legs instantly bending and spreading to stop the rest of his momentum without hurting himself. The ground beneath him cracked with the force of impact as he came to a crouching stop, left knee bent beneath him, right leg spread out to the side and slightly bent - ready to push off at a moments notice - and his left hand resting on the floor to steady himself. His right arm was extended to his right, holding his staff along his arm and behind him so that one end jutted off to the right, past his leg and out, and the other side ended just past his left shoulderblade, resting along his upper back. He looked up at the group of three that now stood, lay and possibly sprawled out across the room from him, perhaps thirty-odd feet away from where he was crouching. He tilted his head slightly, as if amused. He didn't say anything...and he didn't have to. He thought the message was clear;<em>Is that all you've got?</em>