Much later, everything was still the same atmosphere, but we were all now superheroes. We were still just kinda "us," and hanging around doing whatever, but we were all like Marvel characters and whatnot. I was actually
Hawkeye, though I was still in my board shorts. Bruce Banner and so many others were there, also, but we were still just our young selves. It was night time, now, and the majority of us were still on the back deck, next to the lake, having a good time. Suddenly, a very large figure descended from the sky and smashed down into the deck, cracking the concrete under its weight. It was
Broly, the Legendary SuperSaiyaJin. He was fully charged and looked ready to kick ass. We all jumped to alert
(well, some of us), and Broly began raging. We had no idea why he was here, but I knew that he had the power to destroy us all if we didn't get him before he got us, so immediately, we rushed him.
I was now suddenly wearing all my gear and had my quiver and bow. I started launching arrows at him, sometimes two at a time, and they flew as if they were made of the same golden light which surrounded Broly's body, streaking away from me and in his direction. They ultimately weren't doing any damage to him, though. Bruce Banner quickly transformed into
the Hulk, and he went balls-out, running in and trying to tackle him. Broly proved much too strong, though, and threw the giant hulk around like he was a small dog, smashing him into walls and concrete pillars. In the end, there were maybe four of us fighting this monster, and he was just swatting off everything we threw at him. After a while, I noticed that there was a small jewel in the center of his forehead, and I focused my attacks there. Whenever I hit him, the jewel would spit sparks, and he would groan, noticeably. He turned his attack on me, for the most part, and I used agility to keep moving from his bulky arms and just kept firing arrows onto that single spot. Finally, I hung back for a moment and called out to Broly, asking him what it was he wanted, here. The fight paused and he told me that all he came to do was challenge a certain person in the mansion.
(Maybe Goku was hanging out somewhere up there, too? Haha) He said that he didn't care if they fought here or somewhere else, but he wasn't leaving until he issued his challenge. For some reason, everybody else seemed to just relax, when he said this. I didn't like it, though. I knew all about Broly, and didn't trust him at all. I kept two arrows drawn, aimed at that spot in his forehead, walking with tactical cross-steps as I followed him to the inside of the mansion.
I never actually saw who he challenged, but he soon came out, looking at me, who was the only person still on guard against him. I was disgusted to see that everyone else had just gone back to partying, as if everything was cool. I knew that Broly wouldn't give a second thought about blowing this entire place apart, and I seemed to be the only one who actually cared whether or not he left. Apparently, he'd gotten the answer he wanted, and his fight was to happen at a later place and time. He made some kind of comment to me about us all being "jokes," because nobody but me seemed to have any real "fight" in them - looking at the way they were acting now - and I found that completely infuriating and embarrassing. But, I just wanted him gone, so I didn't say anything. I just kept a lock on him, with my bowstring held back. Finally, back out where he'd arrived, earlier, Broly just launched into the air and took off.
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