The Battle takes another turn...

[_nightwing_]

The fighting is intense, bitter, hard-fought; but the good guys are seriously outnumbered

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[middle_amazon]

Donna eyes him.

"Jesse awake. Savitar is here and so is Nightwing!"

[jessequick]

The blue eyes widen. "What?" Jesse can barely speak, but something changes in her features. A bit of strength is there. "Where?"

[middle_amazon]

Donna hand her the sword she's been carrying.

"On your feet and you will see them!"

[jessequick]

Jesse wraps her hand around the hilt of the blade. "I can't," she admits faintly to Donna. "I'm safe here. Go help Nightwing. Wally, get Savitar. Go on. Please."

[arsenal_arrow]

Roy's very confused. His father is to his right, dressed in his park ranger's uniform. To his left is Strong Bow, his adopted father. Something's wrong with his mind. It's hard to think. Where's Mom, he thinks and looks around. Where am I?

All he wants to do is sleep. He thinks about laying down and then he hears the the yell. It's Shortpants. Titan's Together. Oh yeah! He remembers. He loads his bow and looks for a target.

[jla_extras]

The Navajo pats Roy on the back. "Some day, you will pass into our lands. But this is not the day. The cruel spirit tried to send you here too early."

He is not the old man Roy remembers, but no older than he is, dressed in full, traditional garb.

"Your tribe needs you. Show them what I taught you."

[arsenal_arrow]

"Strong Bow?"

[_nightwing_]

Nightwing's voice carries over to him from where he's busy engaging three of the undead, dispatching one of them with a slice to the jaw as he does so.

Hey! Sherwood! Stop gawking and start shooting!

[lanternslight]

Hal's ring bathes Plastic Man in green light, altering his chemistry and restoring his flexibility.

"That better, Plaz?"

[plazmania]

Plastic Man turns into a big blob of goo as soon as he can move... until he finally reconstitutes, shifting himself into a giant red version of G'nort.

"MUCH better, Halbert! I owe you one!"

Commence Dead Army Beatdown.

[starfire_kory]

"Nightwing!" Starfire cries out happily. And not only him ... behind and above the Titan founder are two very familiar figures.

"You grow even more beautiful," says Myand'r. "Just like your mother."

Luand'r clasps her hands before her chest. "And you have finally given us a grandson. Our blessings to you, daughter."

The heroes of Andr's Dawn look out over Hades' army. "X'hal, you have made many enemies," Myand'r says. "Give us the honor of fighting by your side."

Starfire can only nod--her own throat is too choked with tears.

[_nightwing_]

Nightwing pauses just long enough to salute Starfire. As he looks up, she can see his skin still has the distinct pallor of death. He's back - but he's not alive.

[starfire_kory]

The sight wounds her, but not as much as the sight of others in Hades' army.

Franklin. Karras. Phyzzon.

"Your fault," they rasp in unison. "Your fault."

[jla_extras]

"Doubtful," she the reply of a green garbbed man in a gas mask replies.

A mixed battalion of fallen JSA heroes and some people that she recognizes as former Doom Patrol member converge on the three.

The Green One hangs back. "This is covered. Go..."

[jla_extras]

Tempest feels a familar presence back to back with him. She is cold as the depths without sun, but her voice is radiant.

"Hey Garth," Tula says ripping the head off of a skeleton. "How's life?!"

[tempest_swims]

"Everytime I'm around the recently dead you seem to turn up. It's good to see you again. I hope we have a chance to talk when this is over. Right now, I have a very large shark to spear." Tempest's spirits soar.

[jla_extras]

She picks up her own trident from a fallen corpse. "Glad you miss-"

She swings and takes out two of them. "Me."