Doom arose from his the floor feeling a sensation other than pain. He felt a strange power flow through him. He felt his skin boil from the outside and his insides freeze on the inside. He was obviously dealing with something far more powerful than him and he knew it but nothing was too much for doom At least so he thought. “I…am…doom!” he was able to manage. When he spoke he felt as if his jaw was going to slip right off. “You dare strike me!” He said as he slowly got up. His armor was in taters Bones where broken in several places. But it would take more than that to stop doom.He summoned all of his strength and uttered an enchantment firing a blast from his gauntlets combing the magic with his pulsed ray and this strange sensation returned adding more to the blast.