Battleground: Noveria Base
TBlackbolt was surprised at the creature’s speed, despite its massive frame it ran towards him like a blur of fluid motion. But the leader of the Inhuman’s shifts his footing, his stance like that of concrete, the antenna on his head glows with proton energy. Channelling his power through his staff, like an extension of his own arms, he emits wave after wave of sound towards his advancing enemy.
His enemy however is not without powers of his own. In essence he is a super-skrull, blessed with the power of four earth warriors. Like the super-skrull Kl’rt
He was genetically engineered to be a powerful champion.
Charging forward his skin becomes a liquid metallic alloy, the waves of energy bounce off of his skin.
“Foolish human, I will defeat you as easily as I defeated your friends and that wife of yours”
it takes all of Blackbolts control not to scream out loud, levelling his attacker and indeed the city within which he stands, instead he lunges at the Kree attacker, grabbing him by his neck, squeezing with all the power he can summon, to his surprise the battle seems at a stalemate, neither combatant able to gain the upper hand.
Suddenly Blackbolt feels his hand go numb as ice creeps up his arm to his elbow, he lets go of Paibok. Moving backwards he is forced to support his left limb, he breaks the ice, yet still is unable to move his arm.
“I have many powers creature, it is only a matter of time before you succumb to my superior might”
Suddenly Blackbolt’s eyes freeze in terror as he watches the hands of his wife’s attacker glow and crackle with the element of earths lightning, the Kree discharges the current of electricity, as Blockbolt raises his right hand in defence, the lightning cascades up his arm, he focuses his own power as the lightning dances up his skin, where it reaches his antenna, once there it swirls before moving back down Blackbolt’s body re-discharging the attack back out of his arm towards the Skrull soldier. The attack snaps Paibok clean off of his feet slamming hard into the wall.
Blackbolt runs towards his fallen people, assessing their wounds, no sooner does he support the head of his friend Namor.
“Blackbolt look out”
Namor barely whispers the words as a heavy hand strikes the king of the Inhuman’s on the back of the head, knocking him down and out in a final blow.
“A king and a prince, titles mean nothing on my world, only power”
Namor’s eyes blur as his body convulses as electricity surges through his body, before finally succumbing to darkness.
Winner Paibok (Deadpool) 20 HP
