Subjugation of the Assembly

I positioned my purple sentinel at the center of the grey studded arena to anchor the battle against the gathered resistance. Captain America's shield glanced harmlessly off its reinforced chassis before my automaton swept him aside, while my emerald sorcery cleaved through Spider-Man's plastic webs and disarmed the Black Panther in rapid succession. Only the thunderer remained standing upon the plastic ridge. Raising his hammer, he dared utter hollow defiance: 'I swear you will beg for hell long before I grant it.' A concentrated burst of green energy struck his chest, sending him sprawling backward across the studs, disarmed and broken. Hell answers to me... for I am Doom.