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Dr. Doom (Power Cosmic) (MU)
The Magus (MR)
Devil Slayer (MR)
Ambrose Chase (DR)
Coronary (MR)
VS.
Big Boomin' Brawlers
Spartan (DU)
Nate Grey (MU)
Rose Tattoo (DR)
Randall Dowling (DR)
Blade (MR)
Coronary vs. Randall Dowling
The arrogance. The stockpiles of hightech technology, alien and otherwise. The cutthroat ruthlessness. All fade and become more than useless as Randoll Dowling, one of the most intelligent men in his native universe, is stalked through the dense jungles of the Savage Land, his single power completely inaffective against the intangible wraith that now pursues him.
Exotic fauna bends and breaks beneath his retreating feet. Intriguing, really. Surely he would have samples taken and catalogue, along with the native beasts of this land. After killing the natives to avoid the problems that would insue, of course.
Desperately reaching out with his mind and attempting to once again lay his mind dominating "eggs", he once again fails against a man who's mind is simply not there.
Randall Dowling slumps to the ground, a marionette with his strings cut. The worlds smartest man becomes the worlds least capable genius as a massive stroke destroys his capacity to do anything beyond blinking. His shell of a body is left without a second thought given to it, to be taken by the plants and creatures of the Savage Land.
Devil Slayer vs. Rose Tattoo
Rose Tatto stands, alert. She has her best weapons drawn, her very most lethal customs. Her eyes dart through the dense Savage Land foilage. She would have even deadlier weapons if she or her team had more than the slightest idea who this "Devil Slayer" was.
Rose Tattoos speciality... The ability to create specalized weapons that can kill anything. Sadly, as Rose is about to find out, it's just about who you can kill, but who can kill you...
The pitch black edge of the Ebony Blade lashes out from a hole in reality, slicing through all five fingers on Rose Tattoo's right hand. Her weapons drop, a crimson mist covers exotic fauna, and Rose drops to her knees.
Scurrying frantically she gropes the ground, retrieving her weapon with her left hand and attempting, desperately, to find her phantom attacker among this dense forrest. And she does. Not 25 feet in front of her he's appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. To a trained killer like Rose, it takes her no more than a second even with a severed limb and to squeeze off half a dozen shots.
But her attacker does not fall. He dissapears. Or to be more precise Devil Slayer's telepathic illusion does.
The back of Rose Tattoo's head explodes as a single bullet from a weapon over half a century old explodes into her skull at point blank range. And so the woman who can kill anything is killed herself by the simpliest, most low tech of weapons. A simple WW II era pistol. And Eric Simon Payne simply dissapears.
Ambrose Chase vs. Blade
Exotic birds explode into the sky as hails of bullets explode, destroying the beauty of the Savage Land as they tear into ancient trees and cut holes through delicate fauna.
Ambrose Chase and Blade roll, take cover, and explode through the thick undergrowth as they desperately attempt to level their crosshairs on the other, to land that all important single shot, gunplay at it's finest.
Blade's superhuman speed and reflexes are the deciding factor as he somesaults through the air, sword gleaming towards Ambrose Chase. Ambrose falls back on his powers, physically overmatched by his superhuman oppoenent.
Time slows ever so slightly as Ambrose Chase levels the playing field, narrowly avoiding Blade's sword swipe which would of removed his head from his shoulders mere seconds ago. But seconds have taken on an entirly new meaning as Ambrose's selective physics distortion field is exercised. Ambrose moves through his distorted time field as Blade thrusts, swipes, and does his best to disembowel a man who is one step ahead of him at all time.
Leaving nothing to chance, Blade's weaponary... Guns, knives, sword, & daggers rot as entropy takes affect, time speeding up around them as Ambrose exercises another facet of his powers.
Confident he can still defeat his all too human oppenent through supeior skill and strength, Blade renews his attack via hand to hand combat. But superhuman speed can't overcome time dilation and Ambrose Chase continues to out-manueves Blade.
Reaching out with his power once again, Ambrose Chase speeds up time once again, but this time in a far more lethal manner... Blade crumples to the ground, healing factor working to to and beyond it's limits, trying to keep him alive as his lungs shrink and flake to near nothingness as they're aged beyond even their vampiric lifespan.
The temporary still that fell over the Savage Land as their guns ceased to fire fades once again as Ambrose Chase stands over a prone Blade. A handful of bullets shatter the silence for a few more violent moments... And then... silence.
Spartan 3.0 vs. Dr. Doom
Animals long thought extinct on planet Earth flee, stampading over one another as their home, the Savage Land, is destroyed by a battle raging far above it.
Trees are bent back and broken as if caught in the most powerful temptest to ever rage on this planet. Fires rage created by falling superheated plasma rage and any and all water within the battlefield and beyond boils and evaporates into the sky, creating great plooms of steam. And above it all, Dr. Doom and Spartan wage war.
Power Cosmic and Void powered energy meet as they trade blasts of energy. But this is merely the beginning, the simpliest uses of their unimgaginable power. A feeling out process of one another in this high stakes game.
And pressure begins to mount. Spartan teleports, slowly at first and then with increasing intensity. Above Doom, below him. Behind and directly in front, all the while funneling the power of the Void into raw blasts of power, attempting to break through Doom's defenses.
And then the moment comes. The decision is made, the split second chance to win this contest. Spartan does not hesitate.
His after-image still lingers as he teleports into existance behind Dr. Doom. Before Doom can even begin to react a punch powerful enough to crack a moon in half lands on Von Doom, sending his blurred form exploding into the ground leaving a crater equal to that of a meteor strike.
Long before the dust is settled from the apocalyptic impact, Dr. Doom rises from the crater, energy bleeding from his fists.
Spartan charges towards Doom, ready to land another blow, and another, and yet another, until the battle is won. But he's stopped dead in his tracks as Doom extends his arms, hands clenched and brow furrowing.
A gravity well springs to life beind Spartan, the four fundamental forces of the universe being shaped and manipulated by the power cosmic wielding Dr. Doom. All local matter supercompresses into a micro-singularity. Time closes down around the event horizon, and even for a being who thinks and reacts in nanoseconds, those fractions of a second have crawled into an eternity.
Leaving nothing to chance Doom materalizes previously created technology crafted on the knowledge of Spartan given to him by Ambrose Chase. Energy tendrils snake from Doom's hands, moving towards and then INTO Spartan. And if he could react in anything approaching real time, the nearly human android would double over as if his very soul was being stolen. And maybe it is.
Energy pours from the time locked Spartan's body, drawn towards the iron fist of Dr. Doom. Two small technological devices levitate in front of Doom, both created through the genius intellect of one Victor Von Doom. Within mere moments, both are filled. One containing the Void essence of of Spartan, the other, Spartan's disembodied consciousness.
"Be thankful I did not leave either of your essences to the Magus, machine thing. I have stolen greater power in my time, but I will admit to at least one facet of your being peaking my interest".
The Magus vs. X-Man
The first blow very well could be the last. A two fisted axe handle blow landed by a teleporting Adam Warlock directly on the chin of the levitating X-Man. His head swivels violently, almost comically, seemingly barely able to keep itself on his shoulders. Half of his teeth instantly explode into a rough white powder, the other half simply break into pieces, filling X-Man's mouth with a combination of shredded filament and pulsing gore.
X-Man lashes out with his powers, attempting to gain a moments respite, to turn the tide of this battle. Adam Warlock simply disappears into the folds of his cloak. The second blow is a knee to the back of X-Man that nearly bends him in half. The breaking of numerous vertebra echoes through the Savage Land like a gunshot. The third is a blackhanded blow to the cheek of X-Man, a clenched fist that breaks X-Man's jaw.
In another time and place, this may have been a fight. A contest. A give and take battle between good and evil. Yin and Yang. Entropy and creation. Now it is simply a mad God 5000 years X-Man's senior systamatically beating a young, overmatched mutant to death. A mutant who even now falls from the sky like a bird with one wing, spiraling almost in slow motion to the earth of the Savage Land.
X-Man rises to his knees, vainly reaching out with his mind once again but his greatest asset is all but useless against the telepathy proof, impenetrable mind of Adam Warlock. The Magus advances on X-Man, walking on air almost casually towards his prey. X-Man's energy onslaught bends around the Magus, his hand outstretched forming a forcefield around himself.
"The Magus bestows no kindnesses, human, but know that your inability to peer into my mind is one unto itself... For you would not like what you would discover there.
Oh, but your mind, child... I have more than glimpsed it. He terrifies you, does he not? This "Apocalypse"? This self proposed demi-god who ruled your world and made it in his own image.
Child, I have imposed my will on entire galaxies in mere days! I have conquered my universe entire! The work, the evils of this Apocalypse... They... are... nothing!
Fear Me!"
The Earth, the stone and the dirt of the Savage Land itself raises, heaving. But not without purpose. Not without reason. And the reasoning is Adam Warlock's. The tidal wave of rock and stone becomes fluid, warping, taking on almost human features in it's gigantic mass. And the features are Apocalypse's.
X-Man's heart skips a beat as the giant mass once again becomes fluid, rising up far into the sky, seemingly defying gravity for a moment as it almost floats, suspended... and then crashes down on the downed X-Man. Thousands of tons of rock and Earth that moments before took the form of X-Man's worst nightmare... At least until he met the Magus.
Dust still settling, Adam Warlock once again uses his telekinesis, lifting the battered and broken X-Man from the pile of rubble.
"You, child of Earth, are as fragile as the most delicate butterfly to the Magus. And I have crushed you as such. Both as a sentinent being, and a beacon of hope.
But your soul... Your soul is still pure. Untouched. But soon it shall be as twisted and broken as your physical form. So the Magus bestows no kindnesses."
X-Man falls to the Earth, a withered husk, as The Magus absorbs his soul into his soul gem, an artifact of unimagible power. And so they've fallen.
Annotations
Adam Warlock is, and always has been, telepathy proof. He's casually kicked Moondragon from his mind, and the barred her from it completely.
The Magus used a combination of telekinesis and rapid evolution using the Soul Gem to create the giant size Apocalypse in an attempt to break X-Man mentally.
Devil Slayer initially attacked Rose Tattoo from another dimension with the Ebony Blade, and then landing the killing blow as he teleported in behind her as she was distracted by his illusion.
