If you’re calling someone out as a fake fan, what’s your victory condition? Preventing someone else from liking things you like? When your plan is “prevent people from enjoying Superman,” you’re a Hostess snack cake villain, and even more irrelevant to the modern world. When someone appoints himself the World’s Greatest Thor Fan, he needs to understand that Asgardians don’t require defense against cooties. Those new fans aren’t Skrulls. For a superhero, battling imposters isn’t a problem, it’s a Tuesday. And if you think the greatest Thor fan in the world is male, wow, you’ve been using a different Internet from me.
""Pitch’s purpose is worth more than anyone thinks. If he brings fear everywhere, then that is a good thing. After all, fear is the mother of morality."
Jack slammed his staff on a familiar, freezing it before delivering a kick on top of its head to shatter the creature. He pivoted on the ball of his foot, hacking his staff towards an oncoming missile that seemed to look more appropriate in a child’s cartoon than in a war zone. The missile exploded into a shower of candies, and then they all morphed into cartoonish bombs that flew towards Jack at breakneck speed.
Jack dodged and twisted in the air gracefully, years of fighting had honed his reflexes to react even to the smallest of twitches. The bombs swerved mid-air and returned back to him, intent on blowing him into bits.
Jack spun his staff and hit each one with terrifying accuracy and strength, destroying each one upon contact. He turned towards the witch and then fazed out of existence. He reappeared right above the monster and slammed the end of his staff on her, the wood sinking on fake flesh. There was a bit of squelching sounds echoing inside the Barrier before the witch died, leaving nothing behind.
Jack frowned. Another familiar.
He sighed and grabbed a spare Grief Seed, purifying his Soul Gem from the unneeded fight. The world around him was now a lonely forest.
Now the battle was over, Jack made his way towards one of the trees and sat on the base, intent on resting even if he had no need for it.
((OOC NOTE: Highly suggested to have knowledge of Puella Magi Madoka Magica))