It's the most powerful thing I've had in a while.

'Kay. Let's try the schoolyard method of hurting him, then.

Behemoth, Morgan has just one question for you. Why are you hitting yourself?

...well he certainly doesn't seem to have an immediate response to that. And he is rather sharp.

Well, that sounds unfortunate. For him.

She rips all of the outer layers off of his head that she can, and then has him bash himself in the head over and over with his own arm.

It's kind of entertaining, actually.

Eventually he catches on and makes the spacial folding effect work between his arm and himself, which causes his arm to never... quite... reach him. The peeling off layers part also starts getting less and less effective as time starts going funny around the edges. 

Time and space bullshit is one of Morgan's least favorite things.

She switches to bashing him with different extremities; the other arm, the knees, even twisting Behemoth backwards to kick himself in the head. She can vary it up. This isn't expected to work to actually kill him, but she wants to give Eidolon every opening she can.

Eidolon doesn't obviously do anything.

At first. Then various bits and pieces of Behemoth start shaking and vibrating, and deep gashes start appearing here and there. Black ichor leaks from the wounds.

Morgan keeps at it, trying to capitalize on every injury Behemoth gains. Maybe they can kill this monster without anything fancy. She doubts it, but they can try.

While Behemoth's spacetime fuckery seems to be making Morgan's efforts increasingly futile—it takes forever to move his skin an inch away from his body, and the lensing means Behemoth is mostly an amorphous blob by now—Eidolon's attacks seem to be unaffected, and what little they can discern through the way light bends seems to reveal deeper and deeper wounds where Eidolon's focusing them.

And then the spatial effect reaches them again like the fist of God.

It's only a second, Morgan's sure of it, but suddenly Behemoth's way too close and takes a swipe at her that could have probably broken the Moon in half.

Well, that's inconvenient.

It's a good thing she wasn't next to Eidolon when this happened.

Swap communication, I think we can work together without talking well enough, I'm going to let him think this is working and then try something nasty -

She has had some time to think, since her attempted killing of Leviathan. Putting her immortality up against Leviathan's bullshit was the best thing she had, but the damage wasn't concentrated enough. The area of her fist would knit back together even as she beat cracks into it. What she needs is not a blunt impervious object flung at high speeds, but a sharp impervious object flung at high speeds. Morgan hadn't wanted to start with this, but, well. One does not play nice when playing with an Endbringer, and since he was so kind as to get close to her -

Gritting her teeth in preparation of actual pain, she turns her powers inward. You can't hurt a daeva past a certain point, unless the daeva consents. Morgan consents to having her left arm skinned with her own telekinesis. Lightning fast, she peels a ribbon of skin half a centimeter in width, trailing around her arm from bicep to wrist to get something long and rope-like and most importantly still attached to her and considered a part of her body.

She's working quickly, but this still takes time. All of the grisly work takes place underneath her jacket, the red of her own blood blending in with the maroon of the fabric. In the meantime, she can make some convincing pained faces and put up enough of a (losing) fight so Behemoth thinks his efforts might actually wear her down if he hits her enough. It doesn't have to be for long, just long enough for Eidolon to switch powers and for her to finish skinning herself.

And then the spacetime warp snaps out of existence, everything making sense again without warning—

And then Morgan rips her jacket to shreds, unfurls the ribbon that was the skin to her own arm, and moves it as fast as she can through Behemoth.

Well then.

It looks like he's not that indestructible after all.

She goes through his several layers like butter and reaches the physics-breaking core and, apparently, breaks physics harder than it does, slicing clean through. That is not enough to completely destroy it, but if the way it suddenly jerks is any indication, this was a good idea.

Excellent. She is very proud of herself. Or would be, if she wasn't too busy killing the bastard with extreme prejudice.

She continues slicing, pulling Behemoth apart whenever she slices through the physics-breaking core, so he can't just heal himself after.

Yeah no apparently he just plain cannot heal the physics-breaking core.

In a final act of spite, after taking enough damage, he just—explodes, a thousand nuclear detonations at once.

Welp.

First priority: get Eidolon away from that bullshit. He was further away than she was. She can get him pretty far away without hurting him.

Second priority: contain the nuclear explosion as best as she can, which isn't great but isn't nothing.

Third priority: maybe get herself away from that bullshit, if priorities one and two are as fulfilled as she can get them.

Eidolon's space protections turn out to be, ah, quite sufficient for the job, it appears, so even though she didn't have instantaneous reaction times he is still quite unhurt. Containing the nuclear explosion, though: somewhat harder, it is mostly radiation. She should probably just move all of the matter that is still there as far away from anything else as possible.

Yeah, she does that. Eidolon first, but she follows once the thing is as contained as she can get it.

Once they're out of the danger zone, she slows him down a little and catches up to smile at him. She points at him and then makes a questioning thumbs up. Are you okay?

Her clothes are mostly - not. Nuclear explosions are not super safe to be in. She doesn't particularly care, but it might make attempted sign language awkward.

He nods.

She makes another thumbs up, and casually rips the end of the ribbon free from her wrist. Her skin is already growing back, but it's still fairly obvious what she did.

Back to Earth they go!

And soon they're back.

Eidolon is silent.

"You okay over there?" she asks, when she has air to speak.

She flickers them over to one of the places she sort-of-illegally stashes things, digging through it for a spare set of clothes. No costume, this time, just jeans and a modest black halter top. She sort of figured this kind of thing would happen eventually.

He finds somewhere to take a seat and remove his mask, revealing the most ordinary face Morgan's ever seen. Not the mark of might and destruction one might expect of the second most powerful parahuman in the world, but more like someone dressing up as him. He rubs his face with a hand.

Morgan finishes getting her clothes on, then takes a seat next to him.