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Like a kaleidoscope, the surroundings became fragmented into bright crystals as the Crimson Eagle launched himself toward the Athletic Superman. The Soldier began to smirk, a rare occurrence, as he played with the mind of his foe and the result was the view of a childlike perplexity and frustration from the Arrogant Athlete as he swung aimlessly into the air. It appeared as though his foe paused for one moment to attempt a counter to the illusion, but it was too late. A point-blank concussive beam slammed into the Adonis. His body flew backwards into the crystal-like void. Another flash of light and the scenery had changed once again. From the neon night-life of Las Vegas, to the despondent, war-ravaged Venezuela.
The smell of smoke and death lingered in the air as fire engulfed the surrounding buildings and bodies. Horror stories were widely reported from the Strigidae Invasion, but now, the two fighters were living ghosts, witnesses, to such atrocities as the conflict continued in the background.
The Crimson Eagle smiled as he clutched his bleeding abdomen. At last. He would receive the approval of his master for this glorious win. The Adonis would not have survived a blast at point blank range; his body hung lifelessly like a ragdoll on the ATV and his mimicked wings spread across the floor. The attempt at imitating his Master’s Creation proved fruitless.
But with seconds, the smile faded.
A slight muscle twitch from the arm of the Adonis. The appearance of a lifeless body faded and soon his body slowly levitated into the air, his eyes locked onto the Soldier.
Eagle stood frozen. How was this possible? His arms… he soon realized the blast was not received by the torso; the Athletic Superman had blocked the blast with his arms. Anger exploded from the Adonis as he shot himself through the air faster than a bullet, his wings retracted back into his body. The massive hands of the Superman aimed toward the head of the Eagle. Was he aiming toward his eyes?
An immediate flashback of his fight with the beast in the previous round came to the mind of the Soldier. His eyes bled when he attempted to use his shield like construct against the Feral Foe. This was different. The rage of the Adonis was controlled and arguably, much more dangerous. He had to protect his visual prowess at all costs.
The post-traumatic event triggered the Eagle to shield his lean body with his vibranium wings once again.
Clunk! Clunk!
The vice grip of the Super-man was felt by the Eagle, the vibrations reverberated towards his back. To protect his eyes was indeed a wise move. The Soldier attempted to open his wings to blast the Adonis straight into his face, but he could not move his wings. The vice grip grew stronger. The dark space within the cocoon began to inch less and less. The sharp feathers began to graze on each other, sounding like a squeaky door.
“AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH”
Eagle screamed in agony as the sharp feathers began digging into his flesh. The flesh in his arm, his torso, his already wounded abdomen. In an attempt to shield his eyes, the Soldier unknowingly created an iron maiden for himself, with the Adonis as his executioner. If he retracted his wings, no doubt he would slice through his arteries and veins; which would effectively cause him to bleed to death.
There was only one option: lighten his load. Like a porcupine, the Crimson Eagle aimed to shoot out all of his metallic feathers in an instant. Yes, all would remain would be the metallic bone-like structure of his wings, but it was necessary. All in an attempt to not only save himself from peril, but to also convert the Adonis into a pincushion.
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