Out in the distance, a black cat spectate the battle with its feline eyes, wondering if they needed to regroup and rejoin the battle. In the cat's head, eight people gathered up in discussion.
"How many off us can still fight?" Asked Cynthia.
"Not me, I'm all out of fuel... *sad Nya
" said Zappy
"My God's eye won't reactivate for a while, so I'm a bust." Said Angel eyes.
"Jane is still passed out, but I'm still in." Said Zippy.
"Eh, I've felt worst, You can count on me!" Said Garfield.
"Well I'm not much of a fighter, So I'll sit this one out." Said Vladimir.
"So, to summarize, our three strongest links are out! That's just great!" Said Cynthia sarcastically.
The group chattered on, hesitating on wether they should rejoin the fight. Then, in the corner of the room, a voice spoke up.
"Can... can I join?" Asked a cloaked figure in a trembly voice. Causing the council to spark an evil grin.
Outside, while Jack, Val and Damien were taking on the metas, a samurai dropped down from the sky, sparking a superhero landing, before transforming into a Grim Reaper, cloaked in a black veil and sporting a massive Scythe.