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[_man_of_steel_]

Dr. Fate is one of the most powerful sorcerers in the planet, and has helped me and my comrades numerous times.

But sometimes I'd like to rename him Dr. Sanctimonious Jackass.

"With your vulnerability to magic, this fight could be extremely dangerous and costly.  We do need your help in this fashion, however."

Right.  Hello, I just went toe to toe

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The door opens, but it's not Fate. It's been a long time, but Lyta Hall looks a lot more ... worn than she has in the past.

She looks tired, pale.

She looks like she's been crying.

"Superman," she says, her face brightening. And then her attention falls to the Spear.

[_man_of_steel_]

"Dr. Fate asked me to retrieve this, Lyta. Could you make sure he gets it? I'm currently having a very strong urge to take over the world." Superman smiles, but only half-jokingly.

He puts the spear forward for Lyta to take.

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Tentatively, she puts he hands on the Spear. Touching it is like touching a live wire -- she bristles from its energy.

"I will. Thank you."

She falls silent for a second, looking at it.

"My ... connection to the Furies of Myth lets me resist it. A little."

She looks up.

"Hector says that anyone without a natural resistance to magic will die in there."

It sounds like an apology.

[_man_of_steel_]

Superman's visage is steel - but he does show a hint of understanding. "Of course, Lyta. I wish him and the other mystics well. If they fail, though...I'll be ready."

And with that, he streaks off into the distance.