GH races down the battlefield towards the magical location that offered free beer when he paused. He felt the skin on the back of his neck crawl. He turned and saw a well-dressed man with short gray hair in a black suit walking slowly toward him, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. When he saw GH turn to face him he spoke.
"Mr. Anderson! Surprised to see me?"
"Uh, yeah actually, didn't I kill you over the Maw of the Void?"
"No, you merely set me free of the all-knowing collective, and you robbed me of my purpose, and of course as we all know..."
"Don't tell me," GH groaned, noticing the other Smiths stepping out of the shadows. "You're here to take my purpose away, skip to the part where I start beating the crap out of you."
The Smiths leaped into the air to engage in hand-to-hand combat, but GH was a master of many martial arts, and soon the battlefield was littered with broken bodies as Smith after Smith had the ever-living tar pounded out of them. The air began to shimmer as GH's psionic abilities flared, and if anything the rate at which he beat up the Smiths increased.
But more kept coming...
Meanwhile the other combatants watched with vague amusement as several men-in-black rushed a completely empty area of the field only to be thrown up, down, back and forth and then tossed away from the spot they were trying to reach. Only when a spike of visible blue energy spiked out from the odd mosh pit and pierced one of the mens' shoulders did they suspect something odd was going on...
End of Line.