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“KLARION, I SWEAR TO MYSELF!!” Came the battle cry of one Billy Batson.
Champion of Magic, heir to the title of the Wizard Shazam, Guardian of Eternity, and currently seriously pissed off.
“For the love of all lords above and below,” He just managed to dodge a swipe from Teekl. “I’m begging you to stop flinging your crazy fireballs at me.”
“Then grovel Champion!” Teekl meows at him, “Yes, yes, beg is what I meant!” he whines to his cat. Leaving Billy seriously contemplating summoning his own, Tawny could certainly do some damage as a smilodon again.
Instead he's punching, trying to hit and irritate Klarion enough he declares the whole fight no fair or no fun and goes away. It's bad enough he's joining in on the fun with Circe and Felix Faust in their latest attempt to screw with the Justice League, does he have to make Billy's day worse?
“I swear on my titles, if you don't stop-” He dodges a thrown car. “Trying to hit me-!” a red lightning bolt. “No more DND sessions!” That gets an offended gasp out of him, “But you're the only one who plays by my rules!” Got him.
“Well I'm not going to hang out with a jerk,” He crosses his arms and turns away. He can feel the daggers stared into the back of his head as Klarion seethes, right up until he feels the actual dagger constructs thrown right into his head. “Ow!”
“You wanna play dirty?” He coaxes Teekl back and holds his cat close, “I'll play plenty dirty!” There's a swirl of magic around him as he begins to mutter something, floating up into the air for his own dramatic affect. Billy took his chance to just get the fight over with, sliding under the ascending Klarion and summoning his thunder strike. “ SHAZAM!”
Billy is coughing and fanning away the smoke from his transformation as Klarion picks himself up from just behind him, slapping him on the back of his head. “Jerk! I didn't even get to finish my spell!” Billy laughed at his outrage, earning a strong throw across the road. Summoning his lighting again he tumbles safely into a building's wall.
“Keep ruining my fun and see what happens, how about I ruin all your hero fun then?!” A red-black ball of fiery magic hits Billy square in his chest, he wants to laugh the hit off but finds his eyes drooping. He can feel the claws of sleep tug at the back of his mind, panicking saves him a spare few minutes to lift his fingers to his League earpiece.
“Suh-supermnn,” He punches himself in the face to wake himself up, much to Klarions amusement as he flees with Teekl. “Kal.” He’s able to drearily breathe out, thankfully getting the man's attention.
“Marvel, what's g–” “Klarion, spell ‘nd I–” He falls forward, limbs going heavy and numb. “Tired…” and his world goes black, tripping right into unconsciousness. Superman's voice rambling on into his ear as he tells him to stay awake, help is on the way, he'll be right there. But they only find him passed out and drooling into the cement, unresponsive.