<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/GeoForce.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4a/Geo-Force_0022.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20141031015934)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sunday, August 23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>10:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>In the Belly of the Beast<br/><strong>CONTENT: </strong>Off to save the day<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Helena, Zod, Virgil<br/><hr/><br/>When was being called a racist 'big talk'? And Eurotrash?...of course, anyone not as American as he was would be considered less. That was the problem with someone who was both a racist and a fascist, there were always tiers of people's worth--and often, most others who weren't like them barely qualified as people.<br/><br/>Brion wasn't used to facing someone who could fight the Justice League alone. Even supplementing Zod's ability by trying to slow Eiling down wasn't cutting it. This is why he needed to keep practicing. "<strong>You're no better than the Soviets or Hitler, Eiling. You're just another right-wing nut job convinced that you're the 'ultimate patriot'. You can't even come up with your own ideas. You have to mimic Hitler here and make American Nazi super-solders in an equally inhumane way. You're just a replacement copycat tyrant.</strong>"<br/><br/>The backhand broke his jaw so he couldn't speak and if he didn't tuck into it would have probably snapped his neck. He was dazed after smashing into the wall. Why did he feel like he was showering. Right...warm blood and all that. Couldn't move his legs and breathing was hard. Broken ribs added to the list, pins and needles in the legs--good his spine was just bruised not severed. Always have to look at the bright side of life.<br/><br/>Helena's hair, why could he smell that so clearly. Then her voice. Oh? eyes closed. Opening them took some kind of supreme effort, like waking up early on a Sunday for no good reason. Was that a table Eiling was throwing at them. What a dick. Elena you should leave, dying sucks. Shit, eyes working, not voice. No one was going to kill his Helena, he was still breathing so he would do something about it.<br/><br/>“Took you long enough...” she said with her own special sense of humour. "<strong>...I'm a ...late bloomer...took three years to.. ask you out..</strong>" There, he could joke too. He was beginning to feel better as the Earth healed him. Ribs upgraded to cracked and bruised making breathing easier.<br/><br/>And suddenly she was up and moving. The ground was nice and soft. Just a few more seconds and he'd be back into it with that fuck Eiling. Slowly pushing himself up to standing he remembered he could fly but hey, he was a prince and needed to regain his dignity in doses. Shaking the blood from his eyes he saw Helena aiming her crossbow at Nazi's head.<br/><br/>He understood the sentiment. The world would be a better place without him in it. Markovia suffered at the hands of Hitler and his party far more than anyone in North America. Their homes were bombed and their people trampled by tanks. Rebuilding with a third of your population dead and gone was heart breaking.<br/><br/>“<strong>Huntress.</strong>” Nazi may have deserved to die but Helena would lose her soul along the way.<br/><br/>He watched her struggle with the request. She understood him. He understood her too. Nazi was a threat just like Eiling was. If he went free he'd gather all of those extreme right wing supporters who were somehow categorized as also being 'fine people'.<br/><br/>“<strong>Don’t.</strong>” he asked her again. She made her decision and shot him in the kneecap. Good enough, he could live with that. “What the hell are you waiting for? A personal invitation to end this? Why isn’t Shaggy Douche shot into space by now? Or under a blanket of molten lava? I’m confused, thought you held the power of the planet, or something....”<br/><br/>He nodded to her. His body wasn't there yet but she was right. Hoping up and flying towards the fight that Zod and Shaggy were having. He was about to blast him but then thought about it. He got blasted by Zod and just regenerated in a few seconds. So far he had shown no ability to fly, just jump.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey Eiling. How do you feel about being a pinata?</strong>" he asked gripping him in a gravity field and lifting him up in the middle of the room where he can't reach for something or push off from a surface. "<strong>Zod clear an opening in the walls. We can get some inhibitor field around him and maybe jail him from Flash.</strong>" he suggests.