Excellent.

She moves the capes out of the line of fire to a nearby hill, flitting over to make sure to get their landing right, then flickers back to Eidolon's side a second later.

And then all of the Blasphemies and possible Blasphemies freeze.

"Got them all?" she asks, softly.

She gets an affirmative-ish feeling.

"'Kay."

All of the possible-Blasphemies and the flesh are pulled at high speeds together into a tiny compressed ball, rather like a singularity. She crushes it until it's about the size of a basketball.

"Back in five."

She sets Eidolon down by the injured capes, and then she takes the Blasphemyball to space.

Blasphemyball: fails to react to this. One might even say it is super dead.

Well it can be exploded and then ground down into fine dust that is then launched in a thousand different directions to probably burn up in Earth's atmosphere anyway.

And then she flickers back to Norway.

Done?

...nope. They seem to have returned and Eidolon's fighting them on his own while the other capes make their way back to the battlefield.

... They came back here, not somewhere in space or mid-atmosphere - and they have been here during the brief interim while she was away with the Blasphemyball, and she didn't see any portals. Maybe this is a stupid assumption, but if she had illusions and the ability to control flesh, why would she even bother showing anyone her actual body?

"Eidolon," she says, flash stepping next to him and freezing several flesh golems in place. "Can you aim for a sensory power, I don't think any of these are them."

A portal opens and spits out a Blasphemy, and then another, and this is rather fast. She gets an affirmative and a request for protection and a sense that this sense is gone—

—and he swaps out the intent-sharing power and has no offensive powers whatsoever.

That's okay, because Morgan does.

It might become obvious to the other capes as to why Morgan moved them from the battlefield. It is not a place anyone should be right now if they aren't called 'Morgan' or 'Eidolon' and want to have a long lifespan. Lots of things are getting casually ripped apart. Morgan herself doesn't stay in one place for very long, flickering around the battlefield at a hundred miles per hour to whatever location is best for obliterating anything that threatens Eidolon. Or anything that vaguely looks like it might threaten Eidolon. The Blasphemies have portals, but they cannot move anything through them fast enough to keep up.

Morgan is several thousand years old. She has never had a moment of existence where she has not had her powers. Perhaps it is going to become increasingly clear to everyone around her that she knows precisely how to use them.

...well that's a way to successfully distract Eidolon. The other capes keep their distance, and Eidolon takes a couple of seconds to notice his power clicked. As soon as he does, though, he says, "Got it," and points.

The pointed at spot is ruthlessly and efficiently obliterated, because Morgan really thinks the Blasphemies are not going to want to stand down just because they know where they are.

Now are they done?

No new portals appear. All flesh golems seem to flop down on the ground, inanimate. The field is completely silent.

It would appear they are.

Morgan lingers for a moment, watchful, waiting for an attempt at an ambush. Just in case.

No ambush comes.

She relaxes and smiles.

"You okay?" she confirms, before anything else.

"Yes." There's a hole in his costume where he was impaled but he seems uninjured through it.

"Good. They look like they have wounded, I'm going to drop them off somewhere that can be fixed. After I get back, want to celebrate our grand victory with ice cream? I think I saw a Dairy Queen shaped blur somewhere."

"—thank you for the offer, but I think I'll pass."

"All right. Want me to drop you off in Houston, then?"

"That would be good, yes. ...we'll have some explaining to do."

"We definitely will. Ready to go face the easy part?" She glances over at the capes that had been fighting the Blasphemies.

"The easy part?"

They seem to be... rather certain this is an ambush of some kind.

"I'm immortal! People potentially trying to kill me is barely even a problem, really. On the scale of problems in the world."

"So it seems. Do lead the way."

Nod.

And the world moves again, and then she and Eidolon are a comfortable distance from the capes. Near enough so that they can talk to them, not so close as to be in the middle of them and potentially incite them to freak out. (And giving them enough space so she and Eidolon could have time to react if the capes are tempted to try something.)

"Hey, any wounded?" calls Morgan.

Several. They don't ask for Eidolon's help, though, they know he can't get healing powers often.