User blog comment:GrandMethuselah67/Crossover Blog: World-1, Venus/@comment-27162238-20150830024447/@comment-26322734-20150830071534

"Alright, you cheeky bastard! Let's go, then!"

Shay dropped one of his guns, which somehow landed perfectly on the holster on his belt. With his now free hand, he grabbed one of his beamswords and viciously charged at the Inquisitor, his mind analyzing this man's every move, every ripple of his muscles and beat of his heart. He was creating a profile for this guy in his head. He was discerning how he fought, how he thought, and how he'd respond. And this was all before he took the first step of his charge.

This guy was skilled. As skilled as he was, as tough as he was. He was the perfect opponent. He'd finally met his match, and oh was it exciting. Shay unleashed another torrent of superheated atomic energy from his quark-gluon beam pistol and lashed out with his sword, aiming directly for his chest. Shay's expression was filled with murderous glee and angry joy. This was a rush. He remembered a bartender kicking him out on the dwarf planet Eris a while back. That pissed him off. Inquisitor kinda looked like that guy. That pissed him off.

...

A mental attack? Zarall knew how to deal. In fact, it felt like a simple pressure in her mind. She immediately pressed back, and Nathan would find his mental influence thrown back at him like a baseball, not doing anything to him but maybe inducing a little vertigo and discomfort. Zarall rolled her eyes. She'd much rather go to the Mercurian Art Museum than do this.

"Indeed, I am interested in keeping the peace. I suppose we can let this slide; I never knew a higher up in a Totalitarian regime would be so amiable. Color me impressed--"

Zarall would've continued, but then he saw the whole mess with Doctor Fate. She didn't quite understand what was happening, but from what Mara told her earlier, it was shaping up to be a strange day indeed. Still, she remained calm despite Doctor Fate's...whatever it was, despite Shay and the Inquisitor going at it like rabid dogs on steroids.