Green Blood Is Thicker Than Water - RP

Savagery, pure….unadulterated savagery; was the only way to describe the scene which had befallen New York City’s iconic central park. The once glossy green grass had been saturated with the spilled crimson blood from the valiant, yet fallen police officers. The thunderous, animalistic roars of the Knightfall Abomination’s mindless barbarism transversed and traveled through the lingering air prior to pervading into the hearts of the fear-struck officers and shattering their self-esteem, hope and willpower as each veteraned officer fell to the Trion Titan’s unstoppable claws.

The only thing more saddening than the rampaging roars from Cormac were the desperate cries of the retreating police officers and eye-watering whimpers from the already injured enforcers. “Get back!” Cried the leading officer, pleading with his deputies to retreat as Cormac mindlessly swiped and slashed with a continued ebullience of energetic murder, “We can’t...We can’t stop him,” and as the last words escaped his quivering lips, Cormac’s unremorseful claws entered the officers back with a piercing cry of pain accompanied by the shiver inducing sound of flesh meeting metal, the leading officer had been slain…Who could stop this madness, this remorseless murder? The last hope lay in the hands of a fellow monster, the Green Goliath – Otherwise known as Gen. Asher H. Deadman, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Helicarrier 67

S.H.I.E.L.D's control room was abuzz with holographic images of the manic creature tearing hapless passers-by apart and putting the esteemed members of the New York Police Department to shame. At it's foremast sat the frustrated Director Deadman, eyeing the proceedings with something akin to quiet resentment. It looked as though he hadn't slept in days and his frailty was only emphasised by the lab coat that was several sizes too big for him draped across his thin shoulders. A handful of S.H.I.E.L.D operatives encircled him, giving off a torrent of flurried information each, their commander sifting through it all with the colossal intelligence only a man such as he possessed.

After much deliberation he rose, dismissing the informants and walking both slowly and calmly to the elevator shuttle at the centre of the massive room overlooking New York City in it's entirety. Whistling a tired tune, Deadman tapped in a few buttons which would order the transportation system to take him to his private quarters, where he would begin to make preparations. All of the operatives knew that tune. They struggled not to stare as their Director sunk into the deck, knowing full well what was to come.

Central Park, Minutes Later

Corpses littered the green place of peace and Deadman's wiry frame made to step around each and every one of them with more disdain than pity, the thin purple armour strapped to his frame beneath the lab coat (which he'd forgotten to leave behind) glistening in the sun's ebullient rays. Several feet away stood the unhinged, feral form of Cormac Pendragon, and the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D stopped in his tracks, considering him quietly for a moment. He left both hands dangling by his sides by way of awkward habit and looked as though he were deliberating something. Then, he shrugged, and a look of cold judgement crawled across his features and the lab coat slipped off of his shoulders, revealing the highly advanced suit of violet indestructibility upon his body.

"Nice place you got here. What was the damage?"

Exasperated pants wildly greeted the unassuming Director of S.H.I.E.L.D as Cormac’s irate red eyes gazed onwards; his senselessly infuriated mind was effectively nullifying any chance of a rational thought or a sensible approach to this grotesque situation, pant after pant, snarl after snarl, Cormac began to encircle the man like a lion teasing his prey, six Trion claws impatiently awaiting to be dug into sweet flesh, “Hm,” Were the only words the Metallic Marauder were able to conjure, “aarrrgh!” angrily roaring towards the Director before pouncing forwards as fast as a bullet, his claws menacingly glistened In the sunlight as Cormac’s feet could be heard splashing through the blood soaked grass before uncontrollably attempting to horizontally slash across the of the man’s midsection with a single movement, but not stopping, swinging his clawed arm back around again as it was joined by his other death dealing claw, attempting to slash an X into the Director's chest with a double slash, fueled by the Trion Titan’s scientifically augmented strength and natural killer pedigree.

"Strangely enough, we're very alike. If it weren't for the incredible amount of drugs in my system right now, I imagine we'd be a little like Dumb and Dumber."

Both men saw the other as their prey, a lion in their own eyes. The difference was that Amphetamines roared louder.

Unable to keep up with the Carnivorous Cormac's inhumanly enhanced speeds, all that General Asher H. Deadman saw of his oncoming opponent moments before those ugly blades popped out of his fists was an undesirable yellow blur, the distance between both figures crossed within split-seconds. The Director's eyes widened fractionally in a reflexive expression of awe before two boulder-sized palms a vicious shade of green were before him, the very tips of three blood-stained spikes poking out off the top of Amphetamines' hands. He'd transformed several sizes in even less time than the Perilous Pendragon's approach and now presented himself as the Jade Giant, one of the United States' most treasured weapons and S.H.I.E.L.D's poster child.

"I'm impressed, Neanderthal. I almost felt that."

With a mountainous voice almost drowned out by intimidating baritone, Amphetamines smirked cruelly at his tiny opponent before making an attempt at tightening his grip on the unbreakable creature's fists and a vast majority of his forearms, intending to raise him up in the air before him and pull the Razor-Sharp Rogue apart, unknowing as to his indestructible skeleton. He did not expect things to last much longer.

They regularly did.

The Trion Titan’s face scrunched up as he gnarled, his dark iris’ pulsated with an infuriated tone of crimson red as he was easily lifted like a rag-doll into the air by Amphetamines as a few wild roars and animalistic growls were the maddened mutants only resistance against his opponents physical dominance, he was evidently too weak to physically stop himself from being hoisted into the air by the Goliath. However, his unbreakable skeletal system kept true to its name as his Trion bones resisted the man’s attempt at prying Cormac apart. His feet dangled in the air below his hoisted body as he angrily shook his head, failing to struggle free before a thought came to light through his mental chaos; a single option was presented to the maddened mauler.

Using the close proximity of the bout to his advantage, Cormac used the man’s vice-like grip as leverage to swing himself forwards and backwards, generating enough kinetic energy prior to his body using the energy-absorption-amplification properties of the his Trion bones to full use, having generated enough force for a single, destructive blow, Cormac swung forwards and attempted to knee the behemoth in the chin with mountain-cracking force hoping to cause enough temporary pain (or at least a distraction) so he would be let go. Again and again, Cormac would wildly swing himself forward and backwards before bombarding the man in the face with knee after knee, each one gaining more and more strength due to his energy amplification abilities.

Knowledge and strength were Amphetamines' forte, and as such, after the second knee, the Herald of Hurt furrowed his brow and snarled back at the feral little person in his grip, releasing a single one of Cormac's arms, simultaneously throwing his own body around in a brutal pivot, robbing the Unforgiving Uncouth of all his momentum and swinging him around like a toy with the intention of slamming his unbreakable form into the ground. The movement was so sudden and so powerful that the pivot itself would threaten to tear the flesh off of the Raging Rogue's bone, the succession of that manoeuvre, the ground slam, providing enough force to create a crater in the earth with a radius of three feet in every direction.

"You're a tough little man. That's good."

Amphetamines' green eyes glowed fiercely and the titanic muscles across his body rippled with intent as he began moving once more.

"This will serve as some fine entertainment."

He made to swing Cormac back up again, releasing him in mid-air and propelling his other fist forwards through the air with a collection of speed that just broke through the sound barrier, aiming to hit the airborne creature with enough power to launch him right across Central Park. Should it connect, he would be delivering an amount of force equal to that capable of levelling a small building.

A contemptuous sneer decorated the Perilous Pendragon’s invigorated features as he was wildly swung through the air and smashed onto the ground with tremendous force. The ground cracking under the pressure as a gigantic three feet crater was the visible aftermath of the Herald of Hurt’s monstrous strength. Speechless, Cormac’s body had sustained a surprisingly small amount of actual damage; rather, the brutal bombardment had been more of a physiological impairment due to the sudden pain brought forth by Amphetamines’ attack.

His Trion skeletal structure had absorbed the kinetic force of the movements, storing the energy within his system for later use. For now however the mindless mutant was helpless, once again being hoisted up and thrown into the air prior to a thunderous sonic boom being the preceding noise to a mighty fist which launched Cormac across Central Park as he mimicked a pebble being skimmed across of a lake, his body bouncing off of the ground creating crater after crater before finally ending with a great crash, destroying a man’s unluckily placed burger van.

“Ugh…” Cormac scorned, lethargically standing back up onto his feet as his damaged body speedily repaired, his broken forearm muscles reattached themselves after being torn from the swinging and his bloodied forehead resealed itself back to optimum health, “Hm,” The Titan mumbled, balling both of his fists as his Trion claws reappeared, “Arrrgh!” Blitzing forwards once again and covering the distance between the two monsters in less than a second, faster than a bullet and more agile than the quickest gymnast, Cormac rocketed into the air just before his opponent, momentarily gazing into the enthralled eyes of Amphetamines as his own glowed with a warriors lust, quickly, his body fell back towards the ground and with uncanny fluidity he followed his downwards momentum and attempted to viciously slash across of the beast’s eyes, hoping to temporarily blind his opponent with a deep, horrific laceration.

Irrespective of success, Cormac land back upon the bloodied ground with a loud thud as he regained stability, swiftly and without delay, the Clawed Crusader thrust out his clawed left fist aiming towards his adversaries midsection, utilizing his previously stored kinetic energy meaning this clawed thrust boasted an amplified physical potency and greater force than Amphetamines’ initial strike which had sent Cormac cascading through Central Park, hoping to not only leave a gaping hole in the beasts stomach due to his Trion claws, but attack the beast with more concussive force than even he had primarily showcased.

"Cormac Pendragon, a mutant with a notorious reputation for throwing temper tantrums. Went up against Charlemagne LeBeau a few months ago."

S.H.I.E.L.D's deputy director spoke to him through a communicative device he'd created that allowed him to direct select thoughts towards any other communicative device. Amphetamines kept both narrowed eyes upon the airborne form of his temporarily felled foe, taking massive strides forwards in anticipation for the feral man's response.

"It looks like he can absorb and direct kinetic energy. Also, his claws can flame on."

The Brutish Behemoth only just registered the last part of her sentence before the sun glinted off of a set of vicious claws and he threw his head backwards with a dissatisfied grunt, narrowly evading a strike that would have torn both green eyes out of his skull and momentarily blinded him, an extremely undesirable result of combat. An unfortunate underestimation of Cormac's speed and strength was what lead to what came next, and in seconds Amphetamines would be sure to right his perception, until then, he would have to suffer one of the most powerful strikes to his abdomen he'd ever encountered.

THWOOM!

3 inches of cold Trion bit through Amphetamines, the Jade Giant's flesh and what followed was a concussive force so powerful it drove all of his 1000 lbs several feet backwards through the dirt, the thunderous remnants of such a manoeuvre creating another crater around their mutant beings. Asher Deadman's monstrous inner alter-ego took a moment to consider the strength he'd been struck with before the teeth in his mouth closed in upon each other with enough force to bite the head off of a large male, jaw clenched and eyes set in furious intent.

His wounds had already begun to heal, and with their relentless progression came his incredible growth, gigantic form aggravated by the pain and cells ordered to make him more powerful. His size increased exponentially and before Cormac could revel in his little victory Amphetamines was upon him, two fists coming down at him from the sky with enough force to flatten him tenfold, a manoeuvre utilized by the ever-intelligent Deadman so that the Perilous Pendragon would make an attempt at evasion, in which case the Jade Giant would transform his approach into a thunderclap directed at whichever direction the ugly little critter decided to move in, the colossal force exuded by such an assault equal to that of several trains simultaneously striking Cormac at full-speed.

“Ha!” Cormac briefly chortled as the giant was pummelled backwards by his redirected blow. Yet, his dark eyes widened in disbelief as the brutal behemoth merely grew in size, “Oh...” Trying his earnest to evade the man’s counterattack with a desperate dive to the side, only to be intercepted by an unexpected thunder clap which boomed with the might of a thousand armies marching across of a battlefield, the metallic mauler’s eardrums simply burst as his body was hurled back once more into the ground as an enormous crater ruined even more of Central Park’s lavish grounds.

Dazed, Cormac felt sick, the blow’s concussive force having done much more than just external damage, many of his internal organs (which were the same strength as any humans) had been devastated by the attack, internal bleeding had started, internal bleeding which would hamper his performance until repaired.

Enraged, Cormac valiantly stood as his claws heat up and started to glow bright red, breaking into a speedy run, Cormac zig-zagged from side to side as he tried to stop the Director from being able to intercept his figure, coming to run past the beast from the side, attempting to run past and slash across of his opponents chest with his thermally super-heated Trion blades before pressing his heel into the ground and trying to jump behind Deadman, attempting to slash across of the man’s spine before using his speed a final time, trying to actually jump onto the man’s head and dig his claws into his enemies gigantic neck.

Speech whilst transformed into the hulking Amphetamines was difficult for Director Deadman, but he managed it nonetheless, grumbling out a few thunderous syllables as his opponent made to counter-attack.

"We'll need to hurry this up, I don't want to miss brunch."

Reliant on only his mind and body when it came to battle, the Jade Giant had never set aside time for extensive combat training or anything to do with martial arts. Of course, he had passed top of his class in the military but even those skills sometimes seemed dwarfed by the magnificent combatants of this universe, with beings like the Strigidae and Charlemagne taking down entire legions with their hands and feet alone. Despite this, Amphetamines had always been comfortable with watching his kung-fu opponent do some fancy tricks before he smushed him, and as such he allowed Cormac his flamboyant evasive manoeuvres, relying solely on his amplified reflexes to do the eventual work for hi -

Three claws sunk into his chest and out again, green blood spewing from the wound and littering the Beast of Brutality's form with itself, Cormac performing another bewilderingly impressive movement and disappearing from Amphetamines sight, two red hot pairs of blades biting into his spine a moment later. The Behemoth roared in response, spinning around with a massive backhand, finding naught but air. And then more pain, centred around his neck.

Amphetamines reared back and delivered such an enraged shout that every glass pane in a two mile radius shattered instantaneously. Both torso sized palms shot up at the hitchhiking Pendragon's form with the intention of grabbing him and tearing him off of the transformed Deadman's shoulders so that he could fling him into the earth once more, this time leaping upon him and attempting to pound both fists into the mutant's being with each blow possessing enough force to level a small building. He would not stop, strength and speed only increasing as the brutality continued, his wounds beginning to heal and body growing larger already.