The Demon's Revenge (October 28, 2016)

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𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ
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Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, more faces from the past came through like a wrecking ball to make their presence known. The rush of wind from the door being knocked off it's hinges and sent flying down the hall sent Batman's cape in a billowing frenzy as he ducked down to avoid the incoming attack. He'd stand upright, not nearly tall enough to match his old foe in height. Batman wasn't intimidated in the slightest and frankly, he was irritated by the sudden appearance of his enemies of old. His son was the priority and they weren't making the search any easier, of course, that was the plan.

"Bane. It was only a matter of time, really." Batman shifted his stance into something more combative, awaiting the brute to strike at a moments notice. Upon launching the table through the air, Batman merely stepped aside effortlessly, expecting Nightwing until he saw the furniture connect with his former protege. d**k has dealt with worse, knowing he'd be fine in a minute or two.

"This night is not going to go end how you would think."

"I could say the same for you." Almost instantaneously after Batman spoke, Bane charged forth tackling the bat to send them both crashing out of the building with such force it seemed to shake the very foundation it stood upon. Through the thick of it all Batman had to act quick. He'd plant his knee directly into Bane's abdomen before using his other leg to bring it up on his torso to then kick off from the villain. Batman grabbed at both ends of his cape, taking flight as he descended fast towards the ground, making contact on the concrete sidewalk with a thud like sound. "Whatever is going on, it's bigger than the both of us, Bane." Walking into the middle of the street, he unsheathed two batarangs from his utility belt, gripping them in between his fingers.



"It's time I helped you realize that." He said plainly before tossing the two batarangs towards Bane, both made to disorient the enemy with a short ranged concussive blast on impact. Removing another set, he charged forth, already planning his method of action. As he stepped in front of Bane, he kicked off from the ground flipping entirely over his person before sending a kick to he back of his neck.

 

[Absolute Bane]

Nocturnal Vigilante

Bane grinned beneath the mask, there were few other than himself and the the Bat who would have had the reflexes and strength to strike mid-air. The monster of a man tensed his muscles, girding himself against the Bat's attacks , the knee to the abdomen had stung a bit but it would not debilitate him however the kick, while not to damaging did send him some ways away from the crusader. Bane continued to fall however, and lacking the aid of a cape to slow down his descent he needed the next best alternative. He spotted a car, and tucking himself tight into a ball, he directed himself right towards it.

The criminal slammed right on top of the car, causing the windows to shatter and the roof of it to buckle in completely. Fortunately there had been no one within but that did not really matter to Bane. In what would have normally killed any normal human being, the masked man had risen from the wrecked vehicle, seemingly untouched save for the few cuts here and there.

"Whatever is going on, it's bigger than the both of us, Bane."

The giant of a man stepped down from the ruined car, hopping onto the street with no sign of fatigue. Walking down the street he listened to what the Bat had to say" Of that there is no doubt, Batman. Or did you think that I would come here all the way from Santa Prisca to best you for simple money?" He inquired, wondering if the Bat had forgotten who he was. He was not some petty theft or common mercenary and was loathed to be called such. If he was to take on any kind of task it would be for a purpose.

Anything else he had to say was cut short by the twin blast of the detective's concussive batarangs. He closed his eyes to avoid any harm from the shock wave but the blast had left his ears ringing. The gadgets were one of the detective's few saving graces but Bane was not out of this yet. The brute knew that a full frontal assault against himself would prove useless, the Bat would attempt to strike from behind. In one fluid motion, Bane spun on the back of his heel, hands lashing out to grab onto the Bat's leg .

" It's not going to be that easy." He warned before yanking hard on the dark knight's leg, pulling him in and slamming his other fist down directly onto Batman's skull. The force of it would have sent the man crashing into the ground but Bane didn't stop there. He quickly followed up, slamming a foot into the Bat's gut and sending him flying through the air and across the street.  

[RPD Rookie]

Trailing behind his unlikely partner's back as he made an entrance to the room, Deadshot twirled his knife with his hand and loiter against the wall watching Bane kicked the door off from it's hinges. Although the demon's money was the perfect sales pitch to Lawton, it was the fact that his beloved Zoe can live in a perfect Gotham with zero crime. He would do anything to provide for his selfish need but above all else it was for her. After watching Bane toss the wooden table at the heroes and separating the two, Lawton knew that was his cue and puts his knife away. Walking across the debris in the room, he notices the bird boy trying to get up. "Not so fast, Bird Brain." he said while applying his foot on top of the table debris that is still on top of Nightwing. "Wouldn't be a fair fight if you cut in to theirs." Aiming his gun gauntlet at his face " Alright so do you prefer steel or lead?"

Absolute Bane

Nocturnal Vigilante

Acrobatic Vigilante

Greatest Marksman

 

[Nocturnal Vigilante]

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𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
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Sent rolling onto his back, Batman propped himself up on one knee surveying the scene for more instant tactics to take advantage of. Fighting Bane up close was a bad call, that was for sure but he wanted to end this as fast as possible. He wasn't his top priority, that was finding Damian and finishing this off once and for all. He was going to have words with Ra's, he just had to get the fodder off of his back. The blow to his head was disorienting to say the least but he's handled worse, not to mention the armor and padding with his cowl to deal with such punishment. The Bat's blue eyes scanned all around the street, getting a feel for the many obstacles.

Putting both of his hands behind his back to reach into his utility belt, Batman removed two pieces of a new gadget he had been working on before fitting them together. Rather simple in design and in use but it was made to get the job done. The Remote Claw snagged one target and short forth towards the next to connect to another solid object and or person. He started off into a sprint circling around Bane before diving shoulder first onto the ground all while aiming for the tubes that filled the brute's bloodstream with venom. The green hue they gave off were too obvious not to strike for. In most of their encounters, those were the key points to strike at and strike he would. His fingers squeezed the trigger of the remote claw, firing off a thick disc through the air before curved pointed appendages protruded from the disc and latched onto one of the venom tubes. From there, another disc flew from the first, firing off towards the cylindrical pole of the street light way up high.

With the street light being so high, the line tugged at the venom tube giving Batman an open shot. He'd remove another batarang from his belt and winded his arm back before tossing it fast in the direction of the exposed tube.

 

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𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ
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Tim had gotten to Slade somewhat, he may have denied it but the whole sordid retort was just proof that it had. He had little time to enjoy it as he was lifted off of his feet by the blast of yellow energy from Slade's power-staff. That was a slight miscalculation - something he hadn't prepared for. He clutched onto his stomach, as a searing amount of pain surged through his stomach. As Slade was moving towards him, he watched as none other than Black Bat had thrown several batarangs towards his hand, and kicked away his bo-staff. Under the cover of Cassandra's fog, Tim managed to get back to his feet. His fortune had changed, and her arrival was revitalised Tim's hope. Together, the both of them could perhaps hold their own against Slade.

He nodded at Cass with a broken smile, as he quickly shot his grappling hook towards the top most back corner of the warehouse's pipes, and used the opportunity to deliver a powerful kick to the disarmed assassin as he swung by. He was still hurt from the blast from Slade's staff, but thanks to Cassandra, it had bought him a little time to not exhaust himself on a full offensive. As he dropped down from the back of the warehouse, he was watching every move Black Bat made, and every move Slade had made. Battles are ironic, you have to work in tandem with your enemy almost as much as your allies - or else you risk getting hurt or others hurt. He watched as Cass moved in to take advantage of his attack on Deathstroke, so he put a spring in his step as he moved in with her from the other side, ready to strike at the mercenary once more.  

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Cassandra watched Tim regaining part of his strength and without wasting time he went to face Slade once more. Every second mattered, so she took the opportunity to keep up their offensive and assault their opponent from different angles. Once focused and determined to turn the tables in their favor, her movements remained silent as ever yet there was no sign of hesitation. There was something so intriguing about her way of fighting, that despite her thoughts were confusing at times, all her moves were coordinated and well chosen. Even now she created her own flow, a rhythm which guided her towards the mercenary.

Observing his own movements, she could easily get closer to Slade and land a few hits on him as well. Planning to go after one of his knees, she also managed to punch him in the ribs, though knowing that a few hits couldn't take down such foe instantly. Therefore, Tim's and Cassandra's resistance had to go on even without knowing the outcome. There was no time to discuss and their team-up was purely based on genuine coordination and the way they followed their own pace.

She didn't slow down at all, though as Slade became quite fed up by the new situation, she focused on his knee again, giving it her best in order to hold him on the spot as much as she could. Cassandra awaited his move soon before she made a turn, lowering down in the process and landing a hit on his knee. With Tim by her side, the two of them planned to slow him down, though Slade's strength and will wasn't going to make it any easier.

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Tactical Vigilante

The Spoiled Bat

Slade Joseph Wilson

 

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𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ
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The past few seconds felt like hours. Things had gone very differently than Deathstroke had anticipated very fast. Everything Slade did was meticulously planned down to where and how he would strike his opponents. It was an excruciatingly difficult task to catch him off guard - the sudden appearance of Black Bat was one of those rare occurrences. Deathstroke's enhanced brain was trying to wrap around how she could have snuck into the warehouse undetected while the assault on his person continued. Thankfully, his promethium armor and healing factor protected him from most of her strikes - for the most part anyway. The blunt force of Black Bat's attacks did push him, forcing him to one knee as he lifted his gauntlet protected forearms over his helmeted face for protection. Slade's whole plan had been compromised, and he had to develop a new one. Fast.

Slade allowed Black Bat to continue her assault, parrying where he could as he began to devise a strategy; Red Robin's kick served as little more than an annoyance as it hit him square in the jaw. This hiccup in his plan was becoming less of a problem and more of an annoyance. Deathstroke came to the conclusion that he had to prevent the two from coordinating their strikes, and the best way to do that was to keep them separated. Unable from Seeing each other long enough to sync up.

Slade had done his homework on The Black Bat; from watching footage he was able to determine her ability to track an opponent's movements by studying their body language, providing her with near precognitive abilities. This was without a doubt an issue, but not a game-breaking crutch either. If he could lull her into a false sense of security he could catch her off guard. Deathstroke continued his defensive against Cassandra's assault, waiting for an opening to remove a throwing knife from his belt and in one swooping motion he brought it up against the Black Bat's kick. The velocity of the knife combine with that of the Bat's kick would force the blade through her angle, halting her attack. Slade twisted the knife inside of her to ensure she stayed down, planting one palm on the ground before propelling himself into one-handed hand-stand and delivering a powerful kick to the vigilante's jugular. Whether or not this was enough to completely incapacitate his foe was yet to be determined, but it would hopefully give him enough time to return his focus on Tim long enough to keep them separated.

As soon as he had dealt with Black Bat, Slade removed a smoke pellet from his belt and tossed it at his feet. The pellet exploded with a puff of black smoke, providing Deathstroke substantial cover to clear himself from his position. Slade moved quickly, leaping from behind boxes as silently as he could making his way toward Tim's location. After covering as much ground as possible, Slade began his assault; sending three throwing knives straight for Tim's chest. He didn't anticipate them hitting their mark, but figured it'd provide the distraction he needed to follow his assault with three successive shots from his 19 caliber glock. The pistol fire sounded heavily throughout the warehouse, Slade's helmet saving him from the reverb that was sure to ring distractingly through the ears of the unprotected.

Slade landed with a heavy thud across from where the Red Robin stood, his promethium sword swiping for Tim's throat - whizzing through the air like a flash of silver lightning. The time for messing around was over, the arrival of their unexpected guest forced Deathstroke's hand to end this engagement as quickly as possible.  

[Fergal Devitt]

Ra's al Ghul
The Demon's Head


Ra's stared down at the detonator, it slightly demanding his attention below as he gazed at it whilst leaning slightly against the wall. And he had to admit to himself a very harrowing fact. Something that made him feel ashamed of the long life he had led. He was afraid. He had always been wary of the Pit's effects, the dangers that could come with such a great power. However, he'd always thought of himself as capable of facing it, that he was strong enough to handle the mental disruption of Lazarus. He glanced up, his green eyes luminescent due to its effects as he was suddenly back. He was home, standing among the sands where he had been born and raised. He knew this place...it was..he suddenly turned to the left, looking for the city. That accursed city, which he had razed to the ground. It was the resting place of his..his...his eyes faltered slightly as he saw her.

Sora. She was standing there, still, as sand was kicked off the ground near her and the wind began to blow, he could tell that a sandstorm was approaching. He heard voices of various tones and ages, all whispering off the wind. Some of the tongues he could understand, others...not so much. He reached out and she turned to him, her neck...he saw the handprints. His eyes widened, and suddenly he was back, standing over the Lazarus Pit. He scrambled backwards, shaking the thoughts from his mind. He was just glad none of his assassins had been here. They would've asked questions. It was settled, then. He had his bombs, and now needed his attention. This would surely do the trick. He walked to the edge of the roof where he stood, picking up the metal filter mask where it laid. He strapped it onto his face, it covering his face from the nose and below. Tonight, he would save the world.

"My assassins, let us begin anew. And from the embers of this city we will create a new age. An age where there is no longer a Batman to restrict us!" Ra's shouted over the radio frequency to his loyal assassins, only. Others like Strange, Deathstroke, and Bane be damned. They were just as much a poison to this city as the Detective himself had been. And so they would burn along with it. Trickery on his part was a small fee to pay to gather them all here in one place to meet their unfortunate fates.

Ra's was getting used to the feeling of the metal mask on his face. It was uncomfortable, the metal edges pressing sharply into the bridge of his nose to stay there firmly, small air filters on the sides. They were nearly invisible though, the mask simply looking like one an assassin would wear, just of a different material. He breathed slower now as he walked once again across a Gotham rooftop. The filtered air tasted strange, but he realized it was necessary. It would be better to be breathing that than what would come soon, and even was it better than the foul air that the world polluted and spat out from the mouths of the monstrous factories they had created. He had gazed upon them and thought of how tragic humanity truly was. So many possibilities...so much potential. And this was the ideal world they came up with? Monsters and serial killers roamed even just this city, and it took a man worthy enough to be considered his heir to do anything about it. Pitiful.

With the detonator in hand, Ra's gave one more ever lasting gaze out unto the dying city and with no hesitation to spare, would press down on the button. In a few short moments, the first of many explosions began. The first being this city's heart. Given to Gotham by the family who held the highest of reputations in this desolate crime-land known as Gotham City. Their attempt at a little good in an town full of bad. The building buckled from underneath it's self as it's architectural genius came unraveling. Many near would begin running for safety. While many could not out run the building as it came toppling like a failed Jenga game. The building was none other than Wayne Enterprises itself. The tallest building in all of Gotham now delegated to a burning relic. His enemy's birthright. To see it come crumbling before his eyes gave Ra's satisfaction that was truly indescribable.

"Let the games begin, Detective. Your move."

 

[Absolute Bane]

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄
ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ
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Bane grunted in annoyance , a burning sensation surging along his spine as the bat claw pulled at the tubing that was wired directly into his skull. The damn man and his toys. He was trying to cut off his supply of venom. A classic strategy, and one that he was prone to fall for but alas there was not much he could do. He was addict and without a twice daily dose of his venom, he would give into a nerve wracking withdrawal period.

He grabbed at the wire, attemping to yank it downwards but was too late as the batarang sliced it's way through two of the three tubes. The tubes thrashed wildly, spraying the highly potent steroid in every direction.Bane snarled, spinning the dial on his wrist to maximum. The remaining tube would have to work over time. He was on a time limit now. He roared out as the remaining venom coursed through his body, veins starting to push against what visible skin there was.

Despite it's addictive curse, there was a form of release whenever he allowed himself to use the drug. He felt as though he had the strength of a hundred men, although it had the added on effect of heightened aggression. With a snarl, Bane spun towards the Bat and charged right at him. The man was already fast but coupled with the venom overdose, his speed had tripled. He bounded towards the Bat, smashing into him and tackling him into the brick wall of a building behind the two.

A series of explosions could be heard going off through out the city, casting portions of it in a reddish glow, but Bane was none the wiser. His drug addled mine was only focused on breaking the man before him. He brought his hands back smashing his fist into the Bat with a pummeling barrage.

Nocturnal Vigilante

 

[Red Robin]

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𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ
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The assassin had exploded into a blurring frenzy. His attacks were becoming unpredictable. He launched a series of knives at Tim as he emerged from the smoke, anticipating that Slade would capitalise on ranged attacks, Red Robin extended his ballistic shield from his staff. As the bullet smashed into the shield, it made Tim's heart race, until a stray bullet had pierced the vigilante's left shoulder. He gritted his teeth and exhaled deeply as he attempted to soothe the pain that was now surging through his body. Deathstroke had lunged towards Red Robin, his promethium sword inching towards his neck. It was fight or flight right now, as he pulled up his bo-staff, trying his best to hold back Slade's sword from this throat. Such was the strength of the assassin that it forced Tim back. Deathstroke, unrelenting as ever had Red Robin cornered in a clash. "Why are you doing this?" Tim asked, expecting the typical response of Slade's desire for payment. He was struggling to hold back after the assassin introduced a new handicap, "Don't you find it odd that Ra's is having you hunt us down? Why would he want Gotham without it's protectors?" He growled in frustration as the pain from his bleeding shoulder began to sting even more. "Whatever he's up to, you're going to suffer as well, Deathstroke." He knew deep down that there was no use in attempting to appeal to Deathstrokes reason - but it was true. Why else would Ra's have an assassin attempting to kill the vigilantes of Gotham in one night? Big plans was the answer. Tim Drake was not going to be a dead man tonight though, as he pushed with all of his strength against Slade as he pressed towards the shield, he used his other hand to flick an explosive pellet into a pile of boxes behind - to distract the cutthroat to gain distance once more, and if he was lucky, to potentially hurt Slade if one of the boxes fell towards him or the explosive hit within his range.  

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DEADSHOT
Floyd Lawton
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Deadshot realized that he was caught off guard while making his stupid remark when he felt as if the table debris was about to collapse. "Me and my big mouth" he shook his head in disappointment at himself.. Nightwing manage to slip away and temporarily decreasing his possibility to make an accurate shot by throwing those smoke pellets. Although the smoke made a minor set back of decreasing visibility, Deadshot's uncanny marksmanship had been tested through worst. As he was standing on high alert, he can hear the sound of a few shurikens coming at him. He calculated he the direction and volume of the sound to locate it's position and managed to shoot down a couple of them in time before one was able to hit him in shoulder. Little did the bird boy knew, Deadshot's body armor took most of the damage, only leaving a small incision in his skin . Now it is the time for him to be professional.



He lowered his gun bracelets at the low ready patrolling the room a bit. Then from a distance a sound of an explosion rang his ear. Could this be the work of Bane finally taking on the Bats? That question didn't need to be answered yet he thought after learning his lesson of not getting too distracted and cocky. As he was patroling the room in the waning clouds of smoke, he calculated the direction of where the shurikens were thrown and predicted the location where he hope Nightwing was in. It was a good estimated guess but he couldn't be sure, so he fired 100 rounds automatically at the location. The sound of bullets rattled through the air. If it didn't hit the boy wonder, perhaps the shell shock of a hundred bullets can disrupt his ear drum.

Acrobatic Vigilante

Absolute Bane

Nocturnal vigilante

 

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While their opponent regained control over the situation, Cassandra coughed and clenched her teeth as the pain she recently received from Slade's knife and hit started to kick in. The hit in her jugular almost suffocated her entirely and if it wasn’t for her serious training and experience over the years, it would have been nearly fatal. Slade was getting back on track, and even without saying anything else the atmosphere changed in an instance.

Even so, it took her a moment to fully regain her balance and to concentrate on Tim’s words. She opened her eyes, trying to breath normally and ignore the pain for the time being, touching her neck and planning her next move. Realizing his plan and that he wanted to separate her and Tim from working together against him, she shook her head. It was an old reflex she did at times when she couldn’t speak and was clearly against an idea or someone’s words.

“Must stay with Tim.” she told herself, surprised but glad nonetheless that he managed to push Slade away, quickly making her away towards her ally. She also made sure to have some batarangs ready while getting ready for the outcome of Red Robin's previous tactic. For one man against two, he truly was something else yet it was nothing new to her - she went through worse training and moments in her life in order to master her current skills.

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Tactical Vigilante

The Spoiled Bat

Slade Joseph Wilson

 

[Fergal Devitt]

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𝐑𝐀'𝐒 𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐇𝐔𝐋
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ's ʜᴇᴀᴅ
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The first explosion went off in the Diamond District. Where many natives of the island all found themselves in panic. Looking for safe havens only there was nowhere to run and hide. More explosions went off following the destruction of Wayne Enterprises. Small businesses, hotels, strip clubs. But unknown to this panic were those in Burnley. The district that ran at the center of Gotham. Bright lights gleamed every possible way in Gotham's most famous ballroom. Glasses clinked between the fingers of bloated businessmen, while scrawny women laughed at their horrible jokes, and all were drinking with reckless abandon. He knew this because in preparation for all this, Ra's made sure to have eyes everywhere via his tablet. Be it the stop lights or inside these buildings before they went ka-boom. A wide variety of channels to jump from.

This was how people lived. They masqueraded on shiny pedestals while the city below them crumbled. Well, it would crumble if Batman and all his protégés weren’t there to keep Gotham from falling into a hell pit. The worst part was that these people knew. They just didn’t care. Oh, they thought they cared. Ra's didn’t doubt that. They believed their money would solve the world’s problems. Because throwing money at things always solves the world’s problems. A press of the button and erupting from the gathering now was no longer soft music but the harsh sounds of chaos reverberating through. Watching from his feed as the chandelier dropped from it's position at the top of the ceiling and down to the floor. Herds of people running as pieces of the building came dropping onto them, squashing them like ants. This pleased Ra's.

The ballroom had now gone up in flames and explosion. Just like in the district before it, small business exploded as well. Glass shattering as shards flew into innocent bystanders causing some to suffer fatal wounds or worse. Along with vehicles swerving into hydrants because of the many stray bricks flying into their windshield. The city was descending into mayhem and Ra's stood there enjoying every second of it. Watching as this city, the Detective's empire, unbuckled piece by piece. He swiped left on the tablet onto the next location. On the screen was a butler carrying a tray of tea. A grin appeared as the hue of the screen showed on Ra's face making his already sinister emerald eyes glow brighter and scarier in the night.