Standing at the terminus of a boom tube, which had torn into this dimension from distant Apokolips were 3 figures that to most of the population of earth were legends - if that - thanks to the Superheroes of earth repeatedly thwarting their plans of conquest.
"There she is my lord Darkseid, the earth youth I told you of.", DeSaad said. "She is the one I have been watching."
"I applaud your choice in women to watch - but this frail earthling cannot possess within her the strength we need.", Kalibak added his own thoughts, eyes roaming over Claire's magnificent figure.
"Do not be so certain mighty Kalibak, we have observed many beings on earth whose form does not give true indication of their strength - and this one has shown herself a match for even the Kryptonian wench - who has bested you in the past."
"Worm! No woman has ever bested Kalibak. I would break this woman in half romancing her, let alone battling her."
"Oh, you think so - why don't you come over here and try it big guy?", Claire found her voice after the initial shock.
"Don't test me woman.", Kalibak replied, "Unless your invitation was to woo. I have no interest in proving my power to an earth female."
"Let's call it victor's choice. If you can take me - you can have me.", Claire said giving a little shimmy that had landed her many rich and powerful men. Dennis would have leapt from hiding to grab her himself if Gina hadn't restrained him. Kalibak stepped from the boom tube and put one of his massive hands around her waist - nearly encircling it with one hand.
"Now, now - you only get to touch me if you can beat me.", Claire responded seductively before unleashing an uppercut into Kalibak's chin that rocked him backwards and stunned him enough to release her. The follow up kick to his chest would have sent him flying back into the boom tube had not the impassive central figure of the trio finally been roused to action and extended an arm, catching his soaring compatriot - who was barely conscious after only 2 blows from this woman.
"Impressive. Even when Superman cut loose it took him 2 hits to fell my son - a protracted battle as long as he stuck to his restrained fighting style. Either your strength is greater than his or you don't have his foolish sense of honor impeding you. I believe it is the latter after witnessing you fight. Still you may serve my purpose. You will be my agent on earth - follow us to Apokolips that we may begin your training."
"I don't think so rock head - I call the shots as far as what I do and you are definitely not the type of guy I would pick as a sugar daddy. I mean, sure, you're built like a tank but have you ever heard of moisturizer?"
Darkseid had already turned and begun walking back into the boom tube - so unused to being refused that he had simply assumed that Claire would follow. When she not only did not follow, but indeed insulted him, he turned back impassively.
"Foolish child - if you will not serve, then I must ensure you are no obstacle."
Twin beams leapt from Darkseid's eyes and struck Claire - immediately beginning to molecularly disassemble her, as his Omega Beams did with all his prey. Her endurance allowed her to not be reduced to non-existance instantly, but this only meant she was experiencing the tremendous pain of being ripped apart piece by piece.
She was in pain, hurt... ANGRY! And her eyes flashed green.
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