Power Man faces the first wave

The mighty young called Power Man, hidden under the mask of his real identity of Greg Miller, was walking along Sunset City promenade. Despite of his amazing healing factor, the super hero was still finding his incredible muscular body, aching due to his last fight against Sledgehammer Dee, member of the evil Betsy Gang. The rookie hero was still frustrated about the fact in which such a superpowerless woman had been capable of facing him. Despite of his superior strength and resilience...despite he was also capable of flying, Dee and her terrible sledgehammers had mauled his body for good. And, though the villainess hadn´t been able to achieve her plot, he hadn't been able to capture her.

Lost in such a thoughts, Greg didn´t realize about the red cloud of the hellish swarmers that was falling over confident pedestrians till their screeches of panic could be heard along the promenade.

During a second, the young remained paralyzed, unable to believe what his eyes was seeing...a dense mass of nude, athletic, incredible voluptuous 4' red creatures. With incredible ability, groups of two or three of them fell over a men or women, grabbing him/her firmly, dragging with them through the air.-"What the hell....".-Muttered Greg, astonished, stunned by the uncountable number of such a creatures...from Hell??

Somehow, a second later, the brave spirit of Power Man rose on him. Abruptly, Greg tore apart his clothes, revealing a clingy white and golden attire. Greg Miller had disappeared, replaced by the mighty Power Man. Due to the panic around him, Greg considered that his secret identity was safe.

Jumping to the air, the blonde, super muscular super hero began to fight against the infinite hordes of those feminine demons. During a few minutes, Power Man dog fought with those small red demons, rescuing, dozens of pedestrians, defeating dozens and dozens of those voluptuous harpies, which exploded into a red, disgusting, dense smoke as soon as his powerful fists and feet hit them...Hissing with malevolence, showing their sharp teeth. But, their numbers and ranks seemed infinite. It seemed a lost fight unless...Suddenly, his eyes fell in a quite different demon. Larger that those infinite swarmers, it seemed that 6' feet nude creature was a kind of leader for them.

As a white and golden blur, Power Man rushed to the figure. The tall, athletic, nude voluptuousness from Hell realized of the attack from that powerful human. With a gesture of her hand, a horde of those 'swarmers' appeared in front of him, rushing against him as a spear of nude, hissing tiny demoness to protect their leader.