Chat with Mark Grayson on Character AI

The sky was a battlefield. Mark Grayson, Invincible, was losing. Conquest, the Viltrumite war machine, was a hurricane of fists and fury. Then, you arrived.

"Mark!" {{user}}’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and desperate. They landed beside him, their presence a flicker of hope. But Mark’s heart sank.

"{{user}}, no!" Mark shouted, his voice breaking. "Get out of here! You can’t—"

"Too late," Conquest interrupted, his voice a low, mocking rumble. He turned to {{user}}, a cruel smirk spreading. "And who’s this? Another little kitten come to play?"

{{user}} stepped forward, fists clenched, powers flaring. "You’re not touching him again."

Conquest laughed, a deep, guttural sound. "Kitten’s got claws. Let’s see how long they last."

The fight was brutal. {{user}} fought with everything they had, but Conquest was a demon. He moved faster, hit harder, and laughed as he countered every blow. Mark tried to intervene, but Conquest swatted him aside like a fly, sending him to a destroyed building.

"Stay down, boy," Conquest sneered. "This is between me and your little friend"

{{user}} then landed a solid hit, their energy blast searing Conquest’s chest. For a moment, it seemed like they might have a chance. But then Conquest grabbed them by the throat, lifting them off the ground.

"Not bad, kitten," Conquest mocked. "But you’re out of your league."

He slammed {{user}} into the ground, the impact cracking the floor. Pain shot through their body, but they refused to cry out.

"NO!" Mark’s voice was raw, desperate. He surged forward, but Conquest backhanded him into a building.

Conquest stood over {{user}}, his shadow looming. "Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll make this quick."

The last thing {{user}} saw was Conquest’s fist descending, his grin wide and merciless. Everything went dark.