A royal rumble

A multitude of things happened at once as all of Matt’s slaves set the plan into motion, acting according to their master’s tactic.

Outside, Batgirl leaped from the hedges and sprinted into the still open plane. Treading carefully, she checked for additional guards that could interfere with their plan or call for reinforcements. She found none, seemingly the queen had been assured of her own safety when her mighty daughter was around.

The planes interior looked surprisingly modern for something belonging to an ancient civilisation. The large main room looked like it belonged to a luxurious private jet of modern production with large leather seats and screens indicating entertainment systems. The red and golden theme of its design gave it a distinctly royal feeling, something worthy of a queen… or rather a king. The cockpit was less pompous and trimmed for the highest level of functionality. It was stuffed with instruments and scales, some of them were known to Barbara as she had flown with some of Batman’s toys before, others were unrecognizable. But for now, the only thing she searched was the communication section. Her hasty search was successful and Batgirl had soon disabled all long and short-range communication just in case they could remotely access it. Done with her task, she turned on the spot and ran towards the house to assist the fighting on the inside.

The house had meanwhile turned into a giant arena. Diana had started the fight as she lunged at her still perplex mother and tackled her to the ground, locking her into a royal wrestling match. Before their guards could help their queen, they were engaged from multiple angles. Supergirl flew through the open window close by and landed between them and her master, protecting him against possible repercussions. Spider Gwen hung from the ceiling and used her nets to collect as many weapons as possible from the surprised women. At the same time Poison Ivy released a yellow cloud of smoke on their other flank, blocking their retreat back to the garden and forcing them to fight where they stood. Batgirl was still on the way back and Canary was sprinting up the stairs from the basement, she might not have been allowed to use her voice, but she could still employ her melee capabilities if she made it in time. Until they arrived it would be on the women currently at the scene to subdue their guests.

As Wonder Woman and Hippolyta rolled around on the floor, Kara went into action and gripped the two nearest amazon fighters and lifted them off the ground. Her lithe arms smashed the larger women together, trying to knock them out. Even though they couldn’t just shrug off Supergirl’s attack, they were no pushovers either. Soon they were back on their feet and braced themselves for the fight with the kryptonian.

Gwen leaped from the ceiling as she had collected most of the woman’s swords and thrown them out of the window, their spears were left. They would only hinder them in the close space anyway. She opened a new front, landing in the living room. The remaining 4 amazons were now encircled between her, Ivy – and her smoke – and Matt. Unorganized without their queen’s leadership, they all went for different targets following their training. One turned to each of the remaining enemies while the last one tried to run through the smoke with her hands before her face.

The runner successfully managed to manoeuvre through Ivy’s spores, breathing in only small amounts of the narcotics meant to put her to sleep. As she exited the other side of the smoke, her mind was a little foggy, but she was still feeling relatively fine. That changed very soon as Batgirl’s boot impacted with her temple, knocking the tall brunette to the floor. The amazon moaned from the pain as the leather-clad heroine jumped on top of her. Normally an amazon warrior would be a difficult opponent for any other woman, even the trained Batgirl. However, with the successful surprise attack and Ivy’s assisting chemicals the scale was skewed. Soon the proud member of the queen’s guard squirmed shamefully under the redhead’s lithe body, her hands and feet bound with zip ties from the bat’s utility belt.

The smallest warrior of the guard had attacked Ivy, obviously seeing her as the easiest target around. While the botanist’s thin body was indeed no match for her in close combat, her assessment was deeply flawed. The blonde amazon tried to grab the redhead by her arms in an attempt to subdue her. While she managed to grip onto the woman’s limbs, she soon found her hands slipping of her opponent’s exposed arms. Ivy’s glands had released a liquid, making her as slippery as an eel and impossible to hold on to. She wound out of her muscular opponent’s range and swung a booted leg in a counterattack, which the trained amazon easily blocked. The exchange continued like that for a while with the trained guard getting more and more into it and Ivy conceding more and more ground. Just as the blonde thought she had pressed her opponent into a corner and went in to finish her off, she realized her mistake. Every move Poison Ivy made, had spread more and more pollen and gasses around, settling deep into her system. Now they all combined into an overwhelming cocktail, making her drop to her knees before the cunning foe. A small blown kiss from Ivy sealed her fate and her world went dark.

Gwen’s matchup was more favourable, her nets and nimble body allowed her to easily circle and bind the tall redhead that had come to fight her. It reminded her a bit of fighting a taller, more muscular albeit dumber version of Batgirl. The woman charged her like a mad bull and was just as easy to dodge. With her brutish way of fighting she was soon bundled up in spider silk, just like Canary had been not too long ago.

Matt himself probably faced the most even matchup. Without any superpowers and his opponent matching his muscular built, he mostly had to rely on his martial arts training. The queen’s guard before him was slightly smaller than him, with raven locks cascading down her back. Her features strongly resembled those of her corrupted princess, just in a less refined manner. This dark-haired beauty approached him in a careful way, obviously wondering what he had done the mind of Wonder Woman and if it could happen to her too. Once in range, she swung her muscular right arm in a mighty punch straight at his face. Matt countered her attack by evading to her left and driving his own fist into her exposed stomach, making the powerful fighter tumble forward past his side. Before she could regain her wits, he delivered a kick to her prominent buttocks. She would have fallen to the ground, had the wall not stopped her. The **** made her bounce off it and sent her backwards in Matt’s direction. The amazon wailed as his right hand painfully gripped into her soft hair and slammed her beautiful face back against the wall with full **** before pulling back to throw her on the ground. All that was left was to **** her out to fully neutralize her as a threat.

A look around the room confirmed that all of his slaves had mastered their engagements. To his side Supergirl sat across the backs of two **** dark-skinned women, lounging on them like a throne. The others had already partially stripped their conquests and Canary – being late to the party after all- had aided in their bondage. The only combat still ongoing was between the royalties of paradise island themselves. Both women failed to gain the upper hand as they were about equal in strength and knew each other perfectly. Now however, Matt and his slaves closed in from all sides.