KOV XI Round 1: Darkchild vs Crimson Eagle vs Asmodai

The heat felt as if it were going to melt him to his very core, the suit stuck and pulled as he cracked fingers balling them into fists, the groans of the rocks beneath the metal that held the amazingly sturdy factory in place. Even inside the heat was tremendous, Roland made his way through the endless hallways. Grumbling to himself for being so easily fooled in participating in something grandiose as he was told, the words of the echoing and booming voice that had filled his head just hours ago, beckoning him for a fight that will never be outdone. Wishing he had instead of abilities like magnetism and energy redirection, he had copied something that allowed him to stay cool.

Frustration filling his mind, the anger inside swelling more and more. He was ready for the first of his two opponents to turn a corner as he really enjoyed the thought of turning them into bloody pulps and using their blood to cool him off. The twisted imagery in his head excited him greatly....too much so. The BEAST that he tried to keep in check, the beast that once he went too long between feedings went rabid, turning him into a hulking monstrosity. His cool and collected personality was quickly sliding to the side, allowing the monster inside to reign free. A guttural roar echoed through the factor and Roland was dropped to all fours as the beast inside clawed through and took control, taking off down the halls and taking another corner only to be directly introduced to the Crimson Eagle.

Standing snarly drool dripping from his lips he chomped at the air as he twitched, ready to rend the young man to nothing but chunks and bits of sinew. His lips rose into a toothy grin as his mouth began to grow bright molten lava orange, his jaw almost unhinging as the energy within swelled into a blinding light before bursting with a loud explosion and hurtled at the Crimson one, as the ball of energy shot forth so did the Beast known as Darkchild ready to tear limbs from limbs.

This was hell.

Geysers of lava erupted from a distance as the sound rippled from a distance. Droids skimmed along the rivers of the glowing molten rock, completing whatever assignment they were accomplishing on this planet. The skies were black as a piece of coal. It were as if the existence of the sun were that of legend. The light of the planet glowed from the hellish glow of the molten rock slowly flowing through the surface of the planet.

Through the wide window of the abandoned factory, the Crimson Eagle looked at this hellscape unfazed. A blank look in his cold eyes as his mind fixated on the reprimand of his master.

“HHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”

Electricity crackled throughout the body of the Mindless Soldier. His muscles tensed as his teeth began to break through the mouth guard placed in his mouth. The webbing of the veins in his eyes slowly become more pronounced under the strain. The restraints on his arms and legs kept Crimson in place.

“You’ve failed me my soldier,” a calm and eerie voice spoke as he slowly paced back and forth in front of his experiment. “You failed in the last tournament… let this be a reminder that I do not give second chances.”

The former Champion of Peace slowly walked through the halls of the factory, slowly scanning the area, determining the cause of its shutdown. He enters what seems to be the command central, only to stop and look at the battle damage done. Surely it wasn’t his opponent who did this; this was done a long time ago. There were bizarre slashes across the monitors, the keys and even the ground. What made this so distinct from that of a blade or even claws, was how clean they were, as if the blade melted right through the equipment.

The Soldier ran his right hand across the site of the damage, feeling the smoothed-out edges as he walked toward the exit and into the hallway. He was informed of two opponents in this round; very unusual for this tournament. But regardless, he would not fail his master. If anything, this was to prove his worth once more.

A figure turned the corner, there he was, the first of the two. For a brief second, the Crimson Eagle locked eyes with the clam demeanor of the hooded figure. Within a moment, the calm look of his opponent melted into an exploding rage. The man before him disappeared and a snarling beast appeared. He grinned at the soldier, revealing his grisly teeth. A soft glow emitted behind teeth before opening his mouth. BOOM! An glaring shot of orange energy at the Soldier.

The sound of the blast disoriented the Crimson Eagle, his ears rang. He had to react quickly. The Soldier’s organic vibranium wings began to unfold from his back, he felt the vibration of the sharp feathers grazing against each other as he attempted to wrap his wings into a cocoon shield himself. But to no avail. The blast launched the Soldier backwards into the control room, ripping through the doors by the sheer force of the explosion. Slamming into the second door, his wings outstretched in order to hold his place. The Eagle gritted his teeth as he knelt down one knee with his head down. His left vibranium hand placed flat upon the floor with his right hand touching his singed chest. Everything was muted, as if his ears were stuffed.

The Eagle’s hand felt vibrations coming from a distance and suddenly, he thought of his master. Fear, anger, and frustration overwhelmed him.

BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM.

“You’ve failed me…”

BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM

“HHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM

The Beast was charging straight for him with no mercy. In an instant, the Soldier’s eyes glowed red, his head shot up as he aimed for his foe, estimating his location through vibrations felt by his augmented arm. His intention was to return the favor to the Brute, sending him flying out to the hellish landscape and take the battle there. He would mimic his foe, unleashing his own rage as he would follow through with a charging attack. His wings would surround his body as he would spin in the air, aiming to directly slice his foe in a direct approach whilst unleashing a cascade of his sharp feathers as well.

This Beast will die in this hell.

@crimson_eagle:

Mind filled with rage Rolands eyes tunnel vision onto his target, the blast hit directly only it did not incapacitate his foe, seeming to push him further through the pain the young man responded swiftly. Rising with a speed matching Darkchild's momentum. As he lunged straight for Crimson, Darkchild the force of the mans head slam directly into the side of his own skull. Knocking him off balance and rolling he spun with the force, spinning straight through the glass that kept the horrendous heat at bay. The hot hair almost felt as if it was boiling his skin, singeing the hairs on his exposed skin. Washing over him with heat, it knocked him back to some form of lucidity. His feral state quickly dissipating he was able to see clearly now, no longer blind with rage.

The young soldier leaped out the hole Darkchild created when he was thrown, in an instant he watched almost in slow motion as the soldier brought his wings around his entire body, each donned with feathers razor sharp. Grinning wide he braces himself for the oncoming attack. The young man screamed his next actions through body language, but not everything.

What Darkchild thought was going to happen was he would become a hardened battering ram with his wings around him, bracing for the solid impact he stayed still waiting to grab the wings and rip them from the soldiers shoulders only....they explode sending his feathers like bullets. Bringing his arms now instead as a shield, the feathers rip through his skin and deep into bone. Growling loudly as he pushed through the excruciating pain. His growling quickly turned into maniacal laughter with a "Thanks chum, was a bit empty after that last blast. Appreciate it..." as he spoke his body began to glow again bright orange. Using the kinetic energy from every feather that sliced and diced at his skin, he brought the energy inward and used it to heal his superficial wounds whilst then channeling the energy into his arms. His hands hummed with energy as he leaped forward now closing the distance between the two men, swinging and hurtling punches with enough force to shatter rock and bend steel, with each punch an explosion of energy would erupt. Aiming each punch for a vital part of his body, punches to the face, chest and his shoulders hoping to make each body part inoperable or very least injured. Entire time screaming inside as the pain from the feathers still stung deep.

@darkchild

A wave of blistering heat swarmed the contained area as the Beast broke through the protective glass. The concussive force of the Soldier had successfully sent the Fiend out towards the hellish landscape. The Eagle’s piercing feathers protected him from an attempt to rip the vibranium wings from his body. The Soldier remained unfazed by the heat; rage and frustration was now his driving force and it seemed that the Beast no longer had that rage. He screams as the feathers dig through his flesh, some even remaining on his body like darts on a board as he laid on the ground.

But suddenly, the screams turn to ecstasy.

“Thanks chum, was a bit empty after that last blast. Appreciate it…”

The Beast’s body began to glow, his hue matching that of the lava in the nearby riverbanks. The Soldier’s eyes widened as the deep flesh wounds of his enemy slowly closed, pushing out the projectiles as they fell onto the ground. The Former Hero kept his distance in the air as his wings slowly flapped; but the gap was useless. Within a mere moment, as a flicker of a light, the Beast’s luminous body appeared before him. His eyes filled with an unsatiable hunger to kill.

With a blink, the eyes of the Crimson Eagle turned blue, akin to a reflex, his eyes manifested a blue shield-like construct a few inches from his body; an attempt to the block the fury of the barrage of punches.

First contact, BOOM! The construct rippled. A force strong enough to push the Eagle back in the air, but maintaining his eyes open out of sheer willpower.

Second contact, BOOOM! The punch began to protrude through the shield, covering the fist of the Beast like plastic film to his fist. The soldier’s eyes began to strain, the blood vessels in his eyes beginning to swell and web toward his iris. But still, his eyes did not close.

Third contact, BOOOOM!

“AAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!”

The eyes of the Eagle began to bleed, the construct shattered and the fist of the Beast dug deep into the abdomen of the Soldier. The explosion burned through his flesh; the force of impact caused him to spurt out blood.

Fourth contact. BOOOOOOM!

The vibranium arm of the Crimson Eagle reverberated as his palm blocked the fatal blow toward his chest. The explosion however sent the Soldier flying back toward the command station. His body slammed against the wall before slowly peeling from it and falling to the ground.

“Hnnnnnnnnn,” his body struggled as the Soldier tried to get up. One of his eyes, closed as he struggled to keep the other open. Three coughs, three spurts of blood shot from his mouth. The torso of the fighter was scorched from the blows. There was more distance between him and his foe. But something was off. A pain resonated from his left shoulder, vibrating toward his chest. His eyes slowly looked down, only to see circuitry sparking at the sight of his joint.

The eyes of the Crimson Eagle slowly turned toward his foe. His lungs wheezed with every deep breath he took. This was now endgame.

With one more breath, the Soldier flew toward his foe with great speed. Physical trauma damaged his enemy, but it rendered everything moot with his ability to absorb the impact and convert it to kinetic energy; an ability that allowed him to heal his own wounds. There is only one solution to ensure victory: permanent trauma.

As the distance between the two grew closer, the Soldier eyes would turn red once again and send a brief concussive blast straight into the torso of the Fiend; aiming to get him off the ground. The Crimson Eagle would maximize his wingspan, aiming to slice his opponent, swinging his wings across the torso and limbs of the Beast. Eye for an eye, or rather limb for a limb? Poetic, if successful. But overall, all of this was to keep the Fiend busy. With every attempt to cut his foe the cold eyes of the Soldier would turn a ghostly white. One look into the eyes of the Beast, and he would feel every bit of pain he inflicted upon the Eagle in an instant; a phantom pain like no other.