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The lighting caught Shyft right in the back causing the man to shout in pain and surprise as he was sent flying into a nearby car. Dovahkiin landed beside Dawnsong, chest puffed out boldly as he stared in the direction of where Shyft. Raven and Dovahkiin had only just arrived to find Dawnsong near unto death and Robin locked in a mortal battle with Red X. The son of Thor knelt beside the Son of Apollo and helped him to his feet.

"There, on your feet. I trust those... scratches haven't made you useless hmm?"

He asked with a warm smirk making light of Dawnsongs numerous injuries as only old warriors do. While Red X barely seemed to notice the new arrivals Shyft pulled himself out of the wreckage to glare at Dovahkiin.

"You're going to have to wait your turn big man. Jr there and I have unfinished business. Once he's staring at his own guts I'll get to you."

He said as got to his feet. Dovahkiin's eyebrow arched at the man's boldness. Despite the powers he'd been witnessing in the mortals of Midgard he was still shocked at the boldness and blatant disrespect shown to the Gods that walked among them.

"Nay mortal. I have no plans to die today nor will I allow an ally to fall. Yield now."

Shyft just chuckled.

"That's not going to happen."

As if on cue bullets began raining on the trio. Dovahkiin snarled in frustration at the cowardice of this Shyft refusing to fight him fairly. The bullets impacted and crumpled into Dovahkiin's flesh doing little more than causing brief instances of pain. The rounds did not pierce the skin yet the pain and bruises that would result from them began to harbor a distaste for the mortal weapons technology in the son of Thor.