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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.
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