Crimson Eagle

@phantomshell: And an amazing post at that! My apologies for the delay, but posted! ^_^

@supreme_sapien:

The high-pitched hisses of the blades slicing through the air was akin to a melody. The tempo changing, the blood of his opponent dancing in the air with every moment the sharp edges slashed through the skin of the Athletic Adonis.

The eyes of the Crimson Eagle widened more and more with each hit. He felt a certain high; whether it was a relief of his frustration from earlier, or the mere satisfaction of enacting the revenge upon the hard attack of his opponent, he was not sure. No matter, the Super-Human Athlete was taking the barrages to an extent and there was only one final blow left. The widened eyes of the Eagle burned red as he unleashed his final attack. A prolonged blast with the grin of the Soldier stretching ear to ear.

And slowly, the smile faded away.

A metallic chrysalis appeared before him, emitting a soft glow from the blast with whispers of smoke elevating into the air. A sharp grazing was heard, now the music began to play on the other side. The metallic chrysalis bloomed, revealing the wings of the Adonis; bloodied, but very much alive.

The Soldier stared in amazement, wings as well?

Immediately, the eyes of the Adonis glowed red. Two beams of red concussive force aimed straight toward the Soldier. In a reflex, the Eagle crossed his wings in front of him, an attempt to encase himself as well. However, his body was not as fit as the Athletic Super-Man. The concussive energy hurled the Soldier towards the nearby buildings once again. Bricks shattered around him like glass as the building began to cave in. The sounds echoed throughout the streets, masking the sound of the nearby battle taking place between ghosts of the past.

The Soldier groaned in pain; his abdomen felt a piercing pressure. Though his wings had protected him from the brunt of the blast, but the weight of the building was crushing him. The only barrier between him and the debris, was his wings. All he saw was darkness, knowing that he being encased by the vibranium cocoon was what was saving him.

His eyes glowed red. The Soldier’s metallic wings sounded like an out of tune instrument as it grazed against the rubble. Trying to create an opening over his face, the Soldier felt the shifting debris over his wings as he began to scream while the pain in his abdomen intensified. An opening was created and the suffering of the Eagle erupted in the form of a red concussive beam being shot into the sky.

The metallic cocoon slowly opened and the Soldier attempted to stand.

THUNK! THUNK!

His wings planted into the ground for support; his feathers dripping with blood… both his and his opponent’s.

The Adonis replicated his powers. First the wings, and then the concussive energy. The blast was strong enough that his own feathers pierced through his flesh. The levels of irony as a result of the attack were both cruel and embarrassing.

It hurt to breath, but the anger towards this Super-man fueled his drive to kill. He can copy powers, but so far… it seems to be only one at a time. But something began to change. The array of lights of Las Vegas began to grow bright and monotonous… rather reflective and crystalline; similar to that of the cave. The unpredictability of the opponent was dangerous, but the unpredictability of the battle stage may prove just as treacherous.

Without hesitation, the Crimson Eagle eye’s flashed white as he launched himself toward the Adonis. Mid-flight, he would spiral toward the Smug Superman, a barrage of feathers would be hurdled toward him. If the eye contact was made, then the illusion of several Eagles would disorient him; his view being a kaleidoscope of Eagles. All in all, this may open a pathway for the Soldier: a final point-blank range of concussive force at the Super-Human.

With the arrangement in mind, the song would end here.

@supreme_sapien: To give you time to recuperate, the judges have allowed a change in the deadline.

NEW DEADLINE: AUGUST 1st at 11:59PM EST or until both combatants have reached five posts each.

@supreme_sapien: im sorry to hear you’re I’ll. But don’t worry or think about it, we can postpone until you’re 100%. The most important part is that you get better. Wish you a speedy recovery! 🤗

That moment when you have character ideas but you just cant materialize it. 😭

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@supreme_sapien:

It was the “tip of the tongue” phenomenon. Why did that image fascinate him? The image of the young man wearing the emblem of the Eagle? Why did that island seem so familiar?

The eyes of the Crimson Eagle glowed red as his frustration grew. His sharpening sound of his wings echoed throughout the crystalline cave as it extended outward. Was his master hiding something form him? What was his true purpose in life? Was it to win it all for his master? Was there a point for him to win on behalf of his creator?

CLAP!

The Soldier snapped out of his contemplative state, he quickly turns toward the sound. His foe had arrived. What was their first move? Distraction was his downfall. A shoulder tackle akin to American Football caught the Eagle off guard. What felt to easily be over 250lbs of muscle bashed into his torso; the air escaping his lungs. It was obvious the aim was to crash him into the wall and the Soldier braced for impact. The organic metallic wings of the Eagle reverberated as his back shattered the crystalline wall.

BAM!

Sparks flew as the lights of the billboard began to flicker and fade. His body affixed to the large formerly illuminated signed before he peeled off as he plopped onto the ground. “Hnnnnn,” he groaned in frustration at the déjà vu from the previous round. The Eagle got up on one kneeThe Cave had disappeared, he was now in the center of illuminated nightlife. People crossed the streets, unfazed at what just occurred. Where was this?

A body walked through the Soldier as a well-built man walked toward his car. A ghost? Well, it did not matter. The main focus was his opponent. Plucking a lengthy vibranium feather with each hand, the Crimson Eagle flew up into the sky, his eyes quickly navigating, looking for his opponent. The eyes of the Soldier saw all. The ghost-like individuals walking the streets, leaving the clubs and casinos. At the corner of his eye, the car of the man who walked through him glowed and exploded. But this did not faze the Soldier, his eye looked for his foe.

And there it was: target acquired.

The only man out of place from many. A large athletic build, draped with a calm, yet arrogant demeanor. With a flap of his wings, the Crimson Eagle flew toward the Athletic Adonis. In the last round, the Beast from Hell had erratic but precise attacks. From the first glance and first attack, this… Super-human was different. The Soldier would fly toward his foe at great speed, when close, a barrage of close combat attacks would test the durability and overall speed of his foe. His wings would slice across the body of his foe, aiming to take off limbs. The knive-like feathers in his hand would aim to pierce into the flesh of his foe, aiming for crucial arteries. As a final push and finale to the onslaught, the red eyes of the Eagle would unleash the red concussive force straight into the torso of the Athletic Adonis. He would be cut up, mutilated, and if all was said and done: dead.

The cave was the gateway to the multiverse; of what was, what is, and what could be. Of all the random places, this was perhaps appropriate… after all, what happens in vegas…

@supreme_sapien: AMAZING POST.

I wonder how many people will get the RPG references I made? 🧐