I was escorted out of the facility I've been in for the last couple of months. Feeling the breeze of fresh air for the first time in a long time was refreshing.
That feeling of refreshment lasted about 5 minutes before I was escorted to an absolutely massive dome-like arena.
"The rules are simple. You versus a pure-blood Viltrumite your age. The Grand Regent doesn't like odd numbers so either he dies. Or you do." Kregg explains as a metal door closes.
Its voice reverberates through the area as I make eye contact with the Viltrumite I'm supposed to be fighting.
I feel my heart audibly beat. My blood rushed as I clench and unbleached my fist over and over roaring in anticipation.
I don't get any time to think. I don't even get to raise my guard. The slightly older Black male Viltrumite closes the distance immediately. His face was blank but scrunched a bit.
I barely raise my arm to block the devastating blow. My body crashes through numerous generated Buildings. The metal tore away under the weight of my durability.
I don't get time to groan. Before my stomach is blasted by the blank-faced Viltrumites dual fist slam. I gasp as I'm sent flying even further away. Barely tilting my head away from a punch that would've most probably shattered my jaw.
Kicking the Viltrumite away for a well-needed breath of fresh air. I clutch my side as I feel my ribs ache.
"Good, you aren't fragile. This might be fun." The older Viltrumite voice is cold. His eyes show the faintest hint of Anticipation as I growl.
When he charges. This time I'm ready. Charging back we slam into each other in a massive Shockwave. Blowing away rubble as we try to overpower one another.
"Raghhhhhh!"
I yell as I push my body to its limit. At first, I gain the upper hand before the Older Viltrumite maneuvers mid-air and tilts his body downwards. Shooting down towards the concrete floor to slam me.
I twist at the last second. Feigning weakness as I use the Brute's own attack against him. We slam into the ground hard with him taking the entire impact.
The explosion of pure force could only be matched by the nuclear bombs from my old world. He recovered disturbingly fast as I was aiming for a kick.
His hand lashes out in a chop. I yell in pure agony as I feel a bone in my knee pop at the chop to the leg. But I don't falter. Pushing through the agonizing pain to land a headbutt that earns me a bloody nose.
But I grimace. Just a bloody nose? I feel concussed. I feel like I just jammed my head into concrete as a normal person. That small instance where I'm dazed gets my already injured leg grabbed as I yell in pain.
"You! Filthy Hybrid!" The Viltrumite yells in fury as he grabs me and tosses me away. I go skipping on concrete before crashing into another building. Dust rising.
I don't wanna get up. My back aches from numerous impacts. My head is now aching. My ribs make every breath feel like I'm giving birth to a fucking watermelon. Oh. I don't need to breathe, cutting that shit out I slowly rise.
My opponent is still cradling his fucked up nose. I assume he hasn't been hurt much in his life if a bloody nose had him like that.
Kicking off the ground despite the pain. I yell as I slam my fist into his gut. The familiar feeling of my fist meeting skin tougher than the strongest of metals greets me but I growl in fury.
So what if he's stronger? I'll fucking out endure him. Do what if he's annoyingly durable? I'll fucking break myself if it means harming him.
He folds on my fist. I don't hesitate. Taking my two hands I clasp them together and hammer him down into the concrete floor.
The entire city block pretty much explodes into dust as I remain floating above. My eyes weary. A slight movement gets me turning. But I almost yell in annoyance at the falling pebble.
"Being too in tune with your instincts isn't always a good thing." A voice speaks from behind me as I turn hastily. His hands are shaped into a stab and I feel his hand rip right through my gut.
I go silent as I stare at the hand impaling me. My upper lip quivers. I feel tears well at the pure agony. But something in me snaps. I yell in pain and fury as I grab his arm.
My head shoots down as I slam my teeth into the older Viltrumites forearm. Biting down hard as I feel his flesh tear.
"Ahhhh! What the hell!"
I ignore him in turn for ripping a chunk of skin. Spitting it out. I take advantage of his stunned state and slam my fisted hands into his ears. His eyes widen as blood shoots from his nose even faster. Both his eyes briefly roll back as I wrench his arm from my gut and throw him away with all of my dwindling strength.
Grasping my stomach. I hold in my internal organs. Is this how it ends? Dying to nameless Viltrumite grunt #45
Hell no. Hell fucking no.
Ignoring my gruesome injury. I lock in completely. My mind blanks. The pain fades. As I feel myself go into a borderline robotic focus.
I refuse. I won't die like this. Not to him. Not to anybody. Especially not before I kill him.
When the recovery Viltrumite charges me I react. Tilting my head, I let a blow graze me in turn for delivering a devastating uppercut that makes the bones in my knuckles Crack but gives the Viltrumites a bloodied lip. Which invigorated me.
I begin to blur into a series of combos. My face twists into a mad grin as I evade each desperate attempt at defense.
The Viltrumite growls in pain and anger as he gets tired of my dodging. Jabbing into his face. He retaliated with an overhead swing which I weaved and landed another jab.
He goes for a tackle. Which I barely spin away from. My body one with the wind as I use my smaller size to my advantage.
"Gah! Enough dodging you insect!"
He suddenly redoubkes his efforts. I accept a body slam in turn for a poke to the eye. There isn't no time for a fair fight. My life is on the line.
While he's yelling in pain and clutching his eyes. I put my hands into a claw. And slash at his gut. The tips of my fingers ripping through flesh as I spill the older Viltrumites guts out.
But I know better. This won't kill him. Slamming down into him as he reaches to hold his guts into place. We crash into the ground in a heap as I yell in pure effort.
I grip his throat wrenching the life from him as I go to choke him out. My voice raspy as I speak for the first time. Blood spilling down my face.
"Where's all that bravado! Don't tell me that slam took the breath out of you!" I yell as I choke the older Viltrumite with all my might.
"You!"
His free hand slams into my face and sides repeatedly. But I know letting go means death. My nose breaks. My ribs snaps. But I hold on. He gets real desperate as his face turns blue.
He begins to claw at my eyes. Prompting me to squint as I yell in pain. His hand shoots into my gut. Right towards the hole he made not to long ago. I feel weak as he grips my intestines
"If I'm going *Hurk* I'm taking you with me" The Viltrumite mutters weakly as I continue to choke him.
"Shut the fuck up!" I use my flickering strength to land numerous headbutt as I continue to choke the bastard.
How the fuck is he still alive. I knocked the wind out of him. He should've been died by now. Fucking Viltrumites and their bullshit.
After what feels like an eternity. His face turns purple and the life leaves his eyes. I gasp as I slip off top of him. His hands still holding my intestines firmly.
'S-so this is how Mark felt'
I feel my Vision blacken as I pass out. A small smile on my face. I fucking won.