Kara, Andrea Clark, then Buffy vs. Glory
What Buffy had meant by they were down a wrecking ball, she didn't know. Kara, as far as she was concerned, was a whole lot more powerful than any wrecking ball. The God didn't know what was coming. She'd gone up, right into the sky to look down. As soon as the fight had started, she dove down, having already easily spotted Glory.
She'd been told to only hit her once, but oh well. She was blur or blue and red, almost invisible as she came speeding toward Earth. She put all of her strength into the next two movements. Kara had already calculated where Andrea was. She came up to Glory from behind. Her leg collided with the back of Glory's spine, but before she could go flying into anything, she raced infront of her. Karas fist collided with Glory's face, and sent her flying straight into the direction of Andrea. "Catch!" she called to the other female powerhouse, and then she was airborn again, moving up and away from Glory so she couldn't get her hands on her.
Blows from three of the most strongest people on the planet aside, the Hell God didn't know what she had coming at her. From above, Kara watched carefully, eyes keeping an eye on Clark. She saw Buffy, waiting, and watching, sword in hand. Saw how her eyes kept darting from Dawn to Glory. Saw how she couldn't quite keep up with their movement, but she was tense, and ready to spring when it was time.