[Third Person's PoV]
"Wooooah! I'm feeling pumped up!!" Momo exclaimed, practically vibrating with energy. Her fists clenched, and a confident grin lit up her face. "Come on, other guy! Please tell me you can still fight!"
From the massive crater shaped like his body, Maul stirred. With a groan, he used his long tail to lever himself upright. Dirt and debris crumbled off his suit as he dusted himself off. He spat a glob of blood to the side, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve," he muttered with a grim smirk. "I was holding back before… but it looks like I'll need to get serious now." He shifted into a fighting stance, tail coiled behind him like a spring ready to strike.
"Excellent!" Momo shouted, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She crouched low and, with a burst of spiritual energy, launched herself forward like a bullet.
She appeared in front of Maul in a flash, her grin widening as she hurled a powerful punch toward him. Maul reacted instantly, raising one hand to block the strike. The impact echoed like a thunderclap. Without hesitation, he countered with a savage punch to her gut.
"Ughoooo!" Momo gasped as the air was knocked from her lungs. The force of the blow sent a shockwave rippling out from her back, cracking the ground behind her.
Maul didn't stop there. He followed up with two rapid punches, slamming into her sides. But this time, Momo had braced herself. Her body shimmered briefly with a radiant glow as she reinforced her muscles with spiritual energy, dampening the impact of his strikes.
With grit in her eyes, Momo retaliated. She drove her knee upward, aiming for his chin. Maul managed to block it just in time, and what followed was an intense flurry of blows. Fist met fist, strikes and counters collided like clashing cymbals, their forms a blur of motion.
From a distance, Clark stood with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes tracking every movement. He remained still, but his gaze narrowed, his focus sharpening.
Knowing she couldn't win in a drawn-out physical brawl, Momo flipped backwards mid-combat, landing gracefully on her feet. She raised her hands and summoned two massive, glowing spectral fists, each mirroring her movements. Her real fists moved like a conductor's baton, directing the ethereal weapons.
"Ora! Ora! Ora!" she cried with every swing. The spectral fists crashed down like meteors, pounding the ground as they tried to corner Maul.
But Maul was fast—almost impossibly so. He weaved between the strikes, leaping, twisting, flipping through the gaps in their assault. Each punch left craters in the pavement, but none found their mark.
Then, Maul lashed his tail forward, aiming to intercept one of the spectral fists. The green energy sparked on contact, repelling his tail with a vibrating hum.
Without missing a beat, Momo changed tactics. Her hands—along with the spectral ones—opened into clawed palms. She slashed at the air in front of her, and the spiritual constructs mimicked her, sending razor-sharp waves of energy slicing toward Maul.
Reacting quickly, Maul ducked—dropping so low his palms braced against the cracked, ruined road. The slashes screamed overhead, cutting the air with a piercing sound.
From his crouched position, he aimed his tail directly at Momo. It began to glow with a strange, concentrated energy—bright yellow light building up at its tip like a star ready to explode. With a fierce roar, the tail snapped forward, launching a beam of raw power straight at her.
Eyes wide, Momo dropped her spectral fists and crossed her arms, summoning a protective dome of shimmering energy around her. The attack struck her shield with incredible force, sparks flying and the shield groaning under the pressure. The barrier skidded back along the ground, leaving scorched marks as Momo dug in her heels.
She gritted her teeth, sweat beading on her forehead. The strain was immense—but she refused to yield. Her eyes flared, glowing with renewed power. With a determined cry, she shifted the form of her barrier, leaping back to gain distance.
In a flash of inspiration, she reshaped her energy into a giant curved tube—like an enormous macaroni noodle—and aimed one end at the incoming attack.
As the beam entered the open end, the energy was funneled through the curved path. With a triumphant shout, she redirected the blast out the other end—sending it rocketing straight back at Maul.
Before he could react, the attack slammed into his chest with a thunderous boom. He flew backwards, his boots carving trenches in the ground from the sheer force. The attack finally died down, and Maul dropped to one knee, clutching his chest in agony, gasping for breath. Sweat dripped from his face as his body trembled under the strain.
Then he heard it—a swift swishhh behind him. A shadow fell over his form.
He spun around just in time to see Clark, arm raised, delivering a precision karate chop aimed at his collarbone. The strike landed with an explosive crack, sending a shockwave through the ground. The street fractured beneath them, and debris flew into the air like confetti.
Maul's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to his knees. A moment later, his body slumped to the ground, unconscious.
"Oi!" Momo shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Clark. "Stop stealing my KOs! I was the one who was gonna knock him out! You thief!"
Clark rolled his eyes and casually walked toward her, brushing off imaginary dust from his hands. "Whatever, you whiner. They still count as yours anyway… You did well. Good work, Green Lantern."
"Stop calling me that!" she snapped, baring her teeth in frustration. "I hate when you call me that! I don't even know what it means! You call me that every time I'm training!"
Clark smirked and offered no explanation, clearly amused.
Momo huffed in annoyance and looked around at the aftermath of their battle. The street was a mess—cracked pavement, debris scattered everywhere, the broken cliffside. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"What are we even going to do with all this?" she asked, gesturing at the wreckage. "And with them…" she added, glancing toward the unconscious Maul and Smutts.
"Not to mention—" She suddenly turned on her heel, eyes narrowing as she raised her hand, glowing with spiritual energy. "—There's still one more!" she declared, launching a massive spectral fist toward the sky.
"Woah!" a startled voice cried out as Lala dodged the attack mid-air, her wings flapping rapidly to stabilize herself.
"Momo, stop," Clark called out calmly. "You can come down now, Lala."
Momo froze mid-gesture and turned toward him in surprise. "Wait… you know her?"
"Just met her," Clark replied with a shrug, prompting Momo to lower her hand as Lala gracefully descended to the ground. Her wings folded neatly behind her, and she offered a cheerful wave.
"Hello!" Lala greeted with a bright smile. "Don't worry about the mess here. I'll take care of it." She said as she pulled out a phone.
Momo blinked, caught off guard by Lala's casual demeanor. "The mess can wait—what I'm more curious about is… what are you wearing? And who the hell still carries a flip phone in this day and age?"
Momo gave Clark a confused look, who simply shook his head in silence, clearly used to this kind of thing.
Unbothered, Lala ignored the fashion comment and cheerfully held up her flip phone. "It's not a phone per se. It's a device that stores all my inventions. I present to you… Vrr-Vrr Vacuum-Kun!"
The screen on the flip phone glowed brightly. A moment later, a large, octopus-shaped machine materialized in front of them. It had massive headlights for eyes and a closed, circular mouth at the center of its body.
Momo's eyes widened in disbelief. Her mouth slowly fell open. "What… the…?"
"Vrr-Vrr Vacuum-Kun!" Lala shouted. "Start to suck up!"
The headlights flared to life, and the machine's mouth opened with a mechanical whir. A powerful suction force erupted from it, roaring as it pulled everything into its gaping maw—rubble, broken pavement, even the unconscious Maul and Smutts.
"Aaaaaahhhh!! That's too strong!!" Momo screamed as the force lifted her off the ground, dragging her toward the machine. The suction was so intense that even the street lamps began to uproot and spiral through the air.
"Clark!!" she yelled in panic, flailing mid-air and reaching out.
Clark stepped forward and grabbed her hand just in time, anchoring himself with sheer strength. Momo dangled like a flag in a storm.
"Lala or whatever your name is!" Momo shrieked, turning toward her in horror. "TURN IT OFF! MAKE IT STOP!!"
Lala tilted her head and placed a thoughtful finger on her chin. "Hmm… how do I stop it again?"
Both Momo and Clark stared at her in stunned silence, their expressions frozen with disbelief.
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