Shriek pulled back tightly on the handle of her lash, which was firmly constricting Ultraman’s now embraced neck. She had climbed to the rooftop across from him to execute her plan.

“Well, Ultraman. It seems as though fate has taken a nasty turn for you,” she said.

Ultraman stood silent in the air, facing away from Shriek, but still grasping his neck.

“Have it your way then, I will thoroughly enjoy this.”

Shriek then proceeded to pull back the whip to strangle Ultraman further, but something went wrong. Nothing was happening, she wasn’t even able to budge Ultraman. That is, until he outstretched his hand and raised it toward the back of his neck, and grabbed the lash. With enormous strength and speed Ultraman rapidly thrust the whip forward, taking Shriek along with it. To her complete and utter surprise, Shriek’s feet had left the ground, and she was now airborne, and holding on for dear life to the handle of her whip. She gasped in shock as she was waved around.

Ultraman soon loosed his neck from the grasp of the lash and started twirling it like a lasso, with Shriek on the end. He then thrust it forward into the street below, and watched with piercing eyes as Shriek was thrown to a hardened surface.

Fortunately, she was able to stop herself from the impending impact by inducing her psychokinetic powers. A dark, purple aura began exuberating around her, and she was released from the force that impelled her to fall downward. Seeing as to the task being undone, Ultraman’s eyes began to glow intensely with red; a surefire sign of the laser beams that would follow. Powerful rays blasted from his eyes and into Shriek, and she was forced back downward with powerful inertia into the ground. The task being completed, Ultraman turned to the two remaining Justice Union members, seemingly more perturbed than ever.

Justice Union#1: Episode 3 - "The Plan"

“Ladies first,” said the Blurr to the Panther. The Panther stroked his chin lightly in concentration.

“Nothing’s working, he’s too powerful. We need another approach.” The Blurr then spun around in a circular path, demonstrating a plan of attack.

“I could use a tornado to knock the wind out of him,” He suggested.

The Panther then put his hand out for a signal to halt. The Blurr conceded and stopped in his tracks.

“No, you’ll just get trashed like the rest. We need to bring out the you-know-what,” he concluded. Then Johnny’s eyes widened in shock, and he gasped in horror at the term used.

“You don’t mean…” He began, but Panther interrupted.

“Yes, we’re gonna have to use…it.”

‘It’ was referred to the one and only substance that Ultraman could not endure, the very weakness that could bring him down with a fit of blows.

“It’s just hard to believe that an alien superman such as himself, is allergic to cayenne pepper,” the Blurr pointed out.

The Panther replied in a monotonous tone, “Get used to it, things aren’t always what they seem to be.”

And it was true, the man of titanium from the planet of Mennon was devastatingly allergic to cayenne pepper, and there was nothing he could do about it. Any spray in the nose would render him a sneezing deathtrap of doom, and if he ever consumed the pepper…the results would be deadly. He’d be much more vulnerable when sneezing, in a weakened state, and that’s when they would strike. Then perhaps they could bring back the old Ultraman they once knew.

“Alright, Blurr, here’s what to do. In the headquarters is my special blend of cayenne pepper, a concoction that I blended specifically for the subduing of Ultraman, if ever needed. I need you to go down to the Union Facility, and find it in the laboratory. There will be a cabinet labeled ‘Weaknesses of the Justice Union’ and you’ll be able to find the special blend of pepper in there. You can get there the fastest, I’m counting on you.”

At that moment, a blast of red rays burned the road in between the two heroes, and that was the urgent signal that commenced for the Blurr to take-off.

“Hurry, GO!” Panther said, leaping to the side of the street.

“Alright, Bryce! You can count on me!” cried the eager young hero.

As he was taking off, he could hear the Panther reply, “NEVER call me by my real name in public!”

The Blurr yelled back, “Sorry ‘bout that! Won’t happen again, Bryce!”

With that, he sped off into the distance like a road-runner without a prayer, leaving a trail of smoke in his midst. Meanwhile, walking by the street, were two old ladies whispering elatedly who had horned in on the conversation.

One began, “Oh my, did you know that the Blue Panther’s first name was Bryce?”

Gasping in shock and excitement, the second said, “Oh my heavens, no! I wonder which Bryce it is…”

Elsewhere by an alley on the street, the Panther had his hand over his forehead, shaking his head in shame.