Group two - fighters
He had participated in his fair share of battles before, but none had even come close to what he was facing now. There were a lot more bad guys; none as close to being as massively powerful as Doomsday, but the incredible number of opponents being thrown at him did make for quite the challenge. He had decided long ago that he was finished playing on the sidelines of things. Stopping a few crimes here and there, doing his usual reporter routine? He needed to do more than that and he had to start by getting more involved. Thus resulting in his own presence among the ranks of these other talented fighters, each with their own skills, abilities, or even personal motivations guiding them through the battle before them.
It was different from the League. Different from any team-up that he had ever invested himself in. Terry was there, he had noticed, but aside from that he was walking among strangers.
Or flying. To be specific.
Hovering above the fight, he focused his gaze on a trio of vampires and sent them up in flames with a forced push of his heat vision. They rolled around madly, trying to rid themselves of the fire, but they didn't last too long before they shriveled into ashe and became nothing. Dropping to the ground, Clark peered off at the group of fighters ahead, making sure that they were all well off before throwing himself into the fray.