KOV VII Edward Windsor Vs Steel

A strange series of events had brought the prince of power to this place, a period of months stringing seemingly unconnected occurrences into a vague path. A path that placed him here in this exact moment ready to fight an unknown opponent in the middle of god knows where for a prize that was almost unattainable. A prize that he had to keep in mind, for there was no gold or title he desired for his participation only to meet this tyrant of space and end an empire.

But first things are first and he had his orders, round one a man of steel meeting the pride of England. A battle for progression for pride and for honor, a challenge that needed meeting.

Walking calmly and slowly into the battlefield taking in the cold brushed metal around him the prince eyed up the arena. A faint click echoed as a dull and energy sapping voice began to mutter "Welcome combatants, and good luck" the brief message followed instantly by another echoed click. Walking slowly towards the middle of the room Edward watched and waited as the sound of movement edged closer.

Emerging from the shadows the sudden glimmer of lit metal as his opponent approached. The two standing mere yards apart as Edward raised and outstretched his hand. A gesture of no ill feeling for what was about to pass, a gesture from one man to another.

In the Vogon fleet ship the discolored walls are reminiscent of the stomach of a toad made solid and stretched into an unnatural decor. Wide mouthed men and women of Volgon watch from above. Throwing his towel over a brawny shoulder Steel approached his opponent with a look of intimidating unblinking confidence melded with anger and focus. The hand shake was unexpected. Extending his arm he's halted by a booming voice, "Wait! There are requisites and documentation that must be filed before participants can proceed.Give us a moment as we coordinate the paperwork." Steel raises a brow and looks up. The sound of a stamp hitting paper several time is heard as they wait for a full ten minutes, "Very well, proceed" He shakes his hand finally, "Good luck."

Stepping backwards without breaking eye contact he stands at the edge of the yellow circle of painted on the ring. "We need the bell ringing allowance forms" Agitated Steel flies upto the booth and snaps his towel at the paper work, tearing it to shreds. "How dissapointing..."The Volgon commander sighs depressingly.

Ignoring the Steel former Slave floats back down, planting his feet so fiercely the space worthy metal begins to ripple like rubber.

forcing himself forward at a near imperceptible speed, sliding on his back foot as it turns sideways to hold his weight, a skillfully swung punch rockets from his right arm with a roll of his shoulder towards windsor's ribcage, followed by a weaker left jab towards his jaw button, the knock out point between the chin and curve.

Edward smiled to himself his opponents gaze fixed on him with the classic thousand yard stare attempting to burn a hole through him. Nothing he hadn't seen before and the stare had never done him any harm in the past. Intimidation is something that only the weaker man really feels and he was rarely the weaker man. Even in the history of his travels the aliens, the gods and the meta-humans he faced some where bigger, some where physically stronger but none had the tenacity of his soul. This man of metal would have to prove himself as a threat before any form of concern would enter the champions mind.

His opponent bursting into a sudden dash his movements where quick even for a man who was used to viewing the world at twice the speed of sound. His attack closing in quickly purposeful and with probable power. The champions body moving with its own burst of propulsion sending his right hand to swat at an incoming strike pushing a certain clean hit to a glancing blow the impact of the metallic fist colliding with the fringes of his armor sending a shower of sparks cascading to the floor. His opponents assault unbroken and unrelenting as his other hand landed firmly on the princes chin sending him back with the snap of his opponents wrist at the peak of the strike. Edwards chin clicking under the impact, his head moving backwards sharply as his brain knocked against his skull.

Using his opponents strike as as opening Edward flicked his left leg up towards his opponents head. A ferocious burst of pace and power blasting from his thighs and down towards his shin now zoning in on his opponents nose. His momentum flipping the champion clean over landing firmly back on his two feet once more. Gesturing instantly upon his landing with his hands towards the opponent his fingers outstretched as the champion shot a barrage of telekinetic energy at his opponent. A wrecking ball like blast of force emanating form his hands sending all the fragments of contracts rocketing towards his opponents a midst the maelstrom of invisible energy.

The cool unpainted Thunderbird silver of Steels smooth face turns a tarnished dead channel grey resembling a bruise,scrunching from the impact of Britain's boldests' kick aimed for the nose clinks with his chin. Without delay the battle trained superhero initiates his next attack in quick succession with volleys of kinetic power connecting and pressing John backwards towards the far end of the ring, one foot floating away like a childs balloon as he attempts with that same child's frustration to plant it to the ground and regain his ground, so close to his reach one second then seemingly unobtainable the next. It's not about how far you can leap boy, it's about the inches. Every inch adds upto a foot, every foot a yard, every yard a mile.

His fathers words like that of a deities handed down gospel. Inspiring, hope fueling, untainted by the test of time. The debris that flew at his sleek body did little in attempts to penetrate but decimated the cape that flowed crimson behind; only the shield remained to represent the Nubis Legacy.

Closing his eyes intensity builds behind the lids that crackle red with the suppression amassing meteoric heat. As the telekinetic waves continue he unleashes a full heated blast at Windsors iconic union jack with such ferocity he lets out a deep mechanical sounding roar of a man pressed to his brink. The blast so wide spread he can gain the momentum, just barely, to approach his adversary, gaining one foot at a time, slowly but steadily approaching. He was the train that carted coal to the cold, He was hot Steel against an iron anvil. Each turn forward, each hammer of his optic blast only helped him realize who he was up against, each step helped him realize what was at stake if he lost; Not his life but the thousands and maybe millions that depended on his survival for their own. Failure was literally not an option

The force of his opponents vision dueled with the power of the princes mind. The two abilities colliding midway between the two fighters bathing the room in a dull red glow. His target advancing slowly fighting just enough to plant each step regain his composure and start again, like climbing a mountain with baby steps. Impressed with the shear drive and strength it must take to fight back the forces against him Edward spoke " Its a shame we must face one another such as this. Together we could achieve many things". Knowing the truth of his words made the prince all the more annoyed that he knew that somethings cannot be changed and here there could only be one winner. An honor that even respect would not allow him to bestow on his opponent. He would have to try harder himself. It was clear to the prince that this man fought for more than himself a reflection of Edward in many ways and he knew that by doing what he had to he would probably place somebody somewhere in danger a thought he didn't like.

Raising a hand against a righteous man is something that always caused a confliction with the prince his mind knowing that in the eyes of others each cause was just as the other, but he had his cause and he must do as he always did and fight tooth and nail for it. The repercussions of his actions he would deal with after. Breaking his telekinetic barrage the prince burst forth towards his opponent, the tell tail sonic boom of his echoing round the room. The beam of heat breaking across the champions armor heating it rapidly in the milliseconds it took to advance. The glow of his heated armor fading on his fists as they exploded towards his opponent. The skin underneath his famous armor sizzling with minor burns. His body fighting back the pain with a burst of adrenaline surging through the champion. His right hand rocketed towards his opponents jaw his left hand hooking using the remainder of his momentum to canon a shot into the area of his targets kidneys.

Edward uttering a few words to himself as his punches flew "Remember why you're here "

The right hook to his jaw was intense but the kidney shot was ferocious. Steel's right side retracts in on itself and makes him instinctively hop to the left. A wild undisciplined hay-maker thrown with full mega ton force for the British bronco's ribcage just beneath his armpit. At a repressed bent angle he takes advantage of the lowering of his height to hammer at Edwards' body with high speed flurries and wastes no time doing it, hoping to weaken his speed by a wide margin before coming up with a chaotic uppercut to the chin. The gloves were off, John was facing a genuinely worthy opponent that needed the respect of his full power to be layed down and he understood that now.

Hopping backwards making a small gap an arms length away he begins to attempt rapid left handed jabs followed by a right straight, one one one one, two. One one one one, two, followed by one last maximum powered haymaker to his center just beneath the center of his ribcage to knock the wind out of the speed messiah.

Utilizing his own natural speed the silver silo begins to dance around him, feet never staying on the ground long. Stopping his flurries he waits to see how much damage he'd managed, gauging where his opponent's weak spots were knowing he would undoubtedly be doing the same.

His opponent blasted back with a salvo of his own, his silver fists smashing down on the champions rib-cage. The raw skin inflamed by the burns now sitting atop cracked ribs sending a wince across the princes face. The champions guard dropping to cover his body as he tried to cover the screaming ribs beneath his armor. His arms riddled with strikes from his ruthless opponent crashing the princes guard arms into his broken side. Trying to tense up and use his limbs to prevent any further damage to the broken free floating ribs under his arm Eddy ducked and weaved waiting for the opportunity to stop the slugfest.

This metal guy was smart moving picking his strikes, clearly an experienced fighter. Eddy watched and waited for the moment his opponent stepped in and put his weight behind another strike whilst he poised himself to counter strike. A succession of jabs striking Edwards face knocking him around but not really doing much damage bar a few sparks from the armor they where show punches meant to whittle away at him he guessed. Patting his chest goading his opponent to bring something harder to the fight "Whats a matter you getting tired?, you want a break? i didn't hear a bell yet" His words provoking the action he wanted and the shine of another incoming metal fist thrown with off the scale intensity. The two fighters hands rushing towards one another The prince of power grabbing at his opponents wrist as his body twisted away from the strike.

Edwards knee rising like a rocket targeted to meet his opponents elbow, a precise attack design to blow out the elbows joint by pulling at his opponents wrist and simultaneously disabling the joint with an explosive strike hoping for a dislocation, knowing this technique wasn't an exact science the champion prepared himself by ducking and sweeping his leg with the same level of intensity across his opponents path. If the first attack didn't have the desired affect at least he would have the higher ground after the second.

Spit flies from his mouth as the frame of his right arm cracks with the sick sound of a pop. The world goes white for a moment as his heart stops and everything slows to focus on the pain in his elbow, the seconds were stretched so thin in his adrenaline fueled mind that when his legs gave out it felt like he was floating for a full minute. Reality feels like a lovers awkward rapid embrace as he's reeled back by the air let loose from his lungs as his own wide steel back slams into the floor. "Guuuuh!" His chest finally takes a deep oxygen deprived breath, the behemoth had never actually taken a hit of that level.

Rolling over he's surprised to see a pool of blood roll from his mouth and drop in dollops onto the ground, he could feel the life itself oozing from his lips. The right arm was now made useless a sit hangs limp and out of place beside him, standing back up quickly with a spin of his knees and looking at his opponent gripping the thick bicep, "You don't get that satisfaction. Not yet!" In a blur of speed his heart races, out of pain, out of fear, out of options. At hyper speed he raised the dead right arm and aims it at a concrete column, the bone elbow clicking back into place but tender, never to be used the same again. "Huh! Hraah! Hah, hah huh..." He tries to recoup but the Martial master was already fueling his next attack.

With one last deep inhale from his nostrils Steel runs head long at his equal, bounding into the air and using the near ton mass of his own body to fall feet first onto his collar bones, if he somehow missed with the wild attack he'd go for a grapple and grip the young prime example by the throat and wrap his legs across the mid section, hoping to topple him and gain some leeway. The two were matched surprisingly evenly, the effectiveness of John's attacks were as unpredictable as the Queen hailing Prince himself.

Edward watched as the man of steel coughed on the floor his body convulsing as blood poured out over his gums. The floor now pooled with his opponents blood, intensifying the internal confliction within the prince. The thought that perhaps he had gone to far crossed the champions mind, this man was no true enemy of his not a bad a person and that was clear to him. For the good of his goal he had to try to progress but the sight of what he had done making him feel psychically sick. Spending his life fighting those who did wrong hadn't prepared him for what he was now facing genuine sympathy for his opponent and disgust at his own actions.

The Steel giant pulled himself up popping the arm back in with a loud and nauseating echo around the emptiness of the vast room in which they stood. Turning slowly and carrying his arm a little against his side his opponent rapidly burst back towards him with the intensity of a missile. Leaping towards the champion and crashing down on him as the prince looked to defend himself rather than go on the offensive. The weight of the polished steel powerhouse slamming into the top half of his body, the impact compressing his chest as the mass of his opponent shot through his collarbones and across his chest. The impact causing his bones to shift sending another shudder through the champion as his collarbone creaked and cracked under the surprise pressure, a probable fracture.

His opponent still on top of his chest Edward popped him hips with his usual combination of pace and power flicking his weight onto his side trying to allow himself to roll out from under his opponent putting him onto the floor instead. Knowing that whilst his opponent was injured he would more than likely be astute enough to know how to counter such a move the prince also attempted to clamp the metallic mans good arm to his side with a barrier of telekinetic energy "I don't want to hurt you any more than i have to. So please don't force me to"

"Your the one forcing hands" With half his power consciously held back, Steel reels back his leg, tenses his muscles, and throws a kick directly at the already broken ribs of his downed opponent; Two fierce predators of a chaotic super enhanced jungle show their true prowess on an even level regardless of the gauge of their strength, speed;

Only the elite walk away from a fight.