His day had started out fairly normal, all things considered. He'd woken up fairly early, gotten showered, changed, had a healthy breakfast of grapefruit and avocado slices and went on his merry way to the latest press event the Initiative had requested that he attend. He didn't mind doing them so much, if he was honest; Sure, they could get a little boring and monotonous, but it gave him a chance to revel in the spotlight and talk about himself, which was always a plus in his book. He'd fielded the usual questions about his latest fights, how he expected the city to pay for all the collateral damage he caused, what his love life was like at the moment, was he considering a costume change, and so on. Prett standard stuff, really, questions he'd answered hundreds of times before, but he answered them again anyway, throwing in a few quips and his best lopsided grins, always drove the public wild. All in all, everything had been shaping up to a pretty standard day, and everything was running pretty smoothly.



So of course, everything went to shit real fast. It started with the shady looking guy in the too-large hoody pushing his way to the fore of the crowd, keeping his head down as he did so. Now, Impact might not have been the most serious or tactically minded hero on the block, but he wasn't green and he wasn't an idiot, so when some Darth Palpatine-looking dude shoves his way through a crowd all edgey-like, he knew something was up. His suspicions were confirmed when Darth Hoodius called out something about how this would be the end of him, that he would take his head and mount it on a spike for all the city to see, and...Well, to be honest Jason wasn't really listening to him. He was more focused on peering at the dude and trying to figure out who the hell he was supposed to be. After a few beats into this guy's tirade, he held up a hand and interrupted, "Uh, yeah, that's nice and I'm real flattered and junk, but..Who are you, exactly? Have we met? Because I cannot for the life of me place you."



This went down like a lead balloon, with the ranting idiot visibly stiffening with outrage as the braver members of the press tittered at Impact's remark. Posing, the Sith knock-off threw back his hood to theatrically reveal...Some guy in a purple and gold mask. "Hah! Surely you know me know, Impact! It is I, your most terrible and nefarious foe!" He proclaimed, fist on hips and feet planted wide, awaiting Impact's shocked look of recognition and dread.



Which...Never came. Instead, the handsome youth merely leaned forward a bit, squinting. "Mmm...Nnnope. No idea, man, sorry. Prismatic Man...? Sady the Stallion..? Frisbee Lord..? Am I getting close?" This was delivered all in a thoroughly bored drawl as Impact rested his chin in the palm of his hand, brows lifted minutely as he awaited a response. Which came with a scream of indignation and the purple and gold fella dashing forward to grapple with the red-clad hero. That was the start of their fight.



That was also three hours ago. At this stage, Impact was very tired, very sore and growingly increasingly irritated by this purple and gold-clad moron who just would not stay down. They'd hurtled across half the globe, trading thunderous blows and launching cascades of red lightning and shafts of purple light at each other, and they'd only succeeded in both getting beat to hell and neither of them backing down. So now, having landed a solid blow on the mystery villain that sent him crashing into an area where a bunch of commuters were standing, Impact was getting really, really fed up with this guy.



Who had just kicked him in the face, sending him careening back towards the huddled civilians with enough force to turn them into people-salsa, fresh off the plate. He was still reeling from the blow, head swimming as he tried to focus his thoughts, when all of a sudden there was a voice screaming at him to STOP with such force that he had somehow halted mid-flight before he even realised what he was doing. He frowned, troubled by the intrusion, yet had no time to contemplate it as purple-dude appeared in front of him, gloating and leaving himself wide open while he gabbled on about how great he was. Impact wanted to punch him in his stupid, purple face. So he did.



Or, well. He would have, had the voice not gone STOP again, just as he was about to land a haymaker on the villain's chin. Instead, this interruption caused him to jerk to a halt, eyes wide as he was unable to move for a beat- Which was more than enough time for blackcurrant jam here to launch one of those purple light spears right at Impact. Unable to dodge for the time being, the shaft of solid energy pierced his abdomen and sank right on in to the halfway mark, eliciting a cry of pain from the lightning bruiser. The villain exulted, started to say something about how his time was now, and that Impact was...Was...Looking at him like he was about to rip him in two, bloodied and exhausted, with gritted teeth and red lightning coruscating about him with frenetic energy. Purple man trailed off, backing away and stammering something apologetic, in a vain attempt to assuage Impact's wrath.



Unfortunately, this did not work. The detonations of each of Impact's blows were forceful enough to send shockwaves rippling through the air, shattering the pavement below as his fist hammered into the villain's face, over and over. Eventually, he stopped, letting the unconscious idiot drop at his feet, and slowly turned to face the crowd of civilians. The purple spear was still embedded in his mid-section as he glared at them, crackles of lightning arcing over his form as his eyes glowed a baleful red. He brought his bloodied hand up to the javelin, and with a swift motion, shattered it, the energy particles floating free to dance about him as he ground out through gritted teeth, "Who. Did. That."