A line of purple energy stretched out from Scandal towards the portal as she began her ritual. Soon more connections formed linking her partners as well in an intertwined web. The lines glowed stronger, more brilliantly, as Briar Rose added her carnal participation, tapping into ancient primal powers. Soon the power of the ritual reached out to those indirectly involved as well, drawing from their sexual desires, setting the toys trapped beneath Daibuster's suit vibrating, washing over Stryka's exposed skin and hair, tapping even Sunsteel Angel's deepest desires.<br/><br/>The heroines' combined power gathered, just waiting to be channeled to a cause. Then it was time for the final step, for Scandal to drink the violet ambrosia. It hit her stronger than the strongest aphrodisiac she had ever taken. Her skin flushed even redder with arousal, and every nerve felt twice as sensitive. Her pelvic muscles contracted, squeezing the dildo that Briar Rose was thrusting into her sex, and the portal likewise<em>constricted</em>around the tentacles.<br/><br/>The appendages lashed out wildly as though in pain, no longer directed towards trying to catch more victims, but blindly lashing out relying to luck to hit the cause of their suffering. Stryka and Sunsteel Angels landed blows on the tentacles, driving them back. Finally the tendrils began to withdraw, pulling back into whatever alien dimension they came from, and the portal narrowed behind them as one, then two of the tentacles slithered away with the third and last one rapidly retracting...<br/><br/>"Ignore them Roundtable. Fire now!" General Irving overrode their objections.<br/><br/>"Roundtable Leader, Excalibur released!" Alas the fighter pilot ultimately chose to obey the general's order, and before he could be further convinced otherwise he had fired his munition. Daibuster's sensors spotted an unassuming missile streaking down from the towards her location, whatever secret weapon it was, its secrets were hidden in its warhead.<br/><br/>Then she blew it out of the sky, a single missile no match for the advanced defenses of her battle suit. A few seconds later, the last tentacle was pulled back into its own dimension, and the portal closed completely, ending Scandal's ritual and the monster's threat.<br/><br/>"Good job, Avengers." Mission Control from headquarters finally chimed in. "First responders are on their way. Hold the fort until they arrive, then return to base for debriefing."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Debriefing</em><br/><br/>Whatever celebratory mood in the conference room in the San Diego Avengers Tower was dampened by General Irving's scowl. The general was a necessary if not fully welcomed guest given his involvement in the situation. MC - they joked that her initials stood for Mission Control until everyone pretty much forgot her real name - was the other mundane human in the room, the middle-aged woman's dreadlocks and chubbiness adding to the good general's disdain, as he kept his own hair neat and his body as fit as a man his age could be.<br/><br/>He opened his mouth but MC motioned for silence before he could speak, letting the heroines have their say first.<br/>