(Going for the eye, seriously?) the orange alien complains, irritation flashing across his face—before it hardens into focus as the reality of the situation sets in.
(Looks like we're doing this.)
He vanishes.
The void ruptures as his form blasts forward—and I move to meet him head-on. Our fists collide, and for a single moment it feels like space itself trembles under the force of it.
The shock runs up my arm, bone-deep, but I don't pull back.
If anything, it fuels me.
Thoughts of my family. My home. The simple, undeniable love of battle.
I push forward.
I jab fast, precise—slipping through his guard and slamming into his ribs hard enough that I feel something give. A grunt escapes him, but it's answered instantly.
My nose caves in under a brutal counter.
Pain flashes white-hot.
We don't stop.
Our forms blur, trading thousands of blows in seconds. Every strike cracks like thunder, every movement distorting the space around us.
Skill-wise, I'm ahead. It's obvious.
He's strong—ridiculously so—but raw. Unrefined. Like he's never had to actually fight someone on his level before.
Maybe he was made that way.
Engineered strength, most likely. I've never heard of one eyed orange aliens being capable of matching a Viltrumite
Every clash of fists sends shockwaves through my arms, muscles screaming in protest, bones threatening to fracture under the pressure.
I don't falter.
I adapt.
We clash forearms—locked for a moment—before the force sends us drifting apart.
Behind me, the massive ball of plasma burns.
I can feel it.
I keep it in mind.
Just a small boost. Just enough to tip the scales.
(What's a Viltrumite doing in this sector of the galaxy, seriously?)he says, glancing around warily. (And don't you guys run in groups of three? Where are the other two? Sneaking up on me?)
I almost snort.
(I'm alone.)
And then I move.
He's distracted.
That's all I need.
I close the distance instantly, both fists hammering into his exposed back. The impact ripples through him, earning a sharp, pained gasp.
He turns clearly angry now.
Which makes him predictable.
Good.
His punch comes fast, but I catch it on my forearm, the force still driving me back slightly—just enough to pivot and slam a kick into his gut.
The void distorts from the impact.
Still—
No real damage.
I notice it now.
Everything I've landed—every clean hit—and he's still standing like it barely matters.
His durability is insane.
If this keeps up, I lose.
Doesn't matter if I land more hits.
He'll outlast me.
So I change the game.
I drift backward slowly, guard still raised.
He raises a brow.
(Uh… dude? I don't know if you can tell, but you're floating into the sun.)
I smirk.
And then I enter the plasma.
Discomfort.
Immediate. Intense.
But my smart atoms react instantly—devouring the solar energy like a starving beast. Power floods through me, violent and overwhelming.
I cut it off the moment it starts to become too much.
(This is going to hurt.) I warn.
He braces.
It doesn't matter.
One moment, I'm meters away.
The next—
My fist is already buried in his face.
A ripple in the void explodes outward as his lip splits, his body snapping backward from the impact. An orange glow surrounds me as I press forward relentlessly.
No pauses. No hesitation.
A kick to his gut folds him.
A follow-up jab snaps his head back—
—and his eye bursts from its socket.
That's it.
The shift is immediate.
With his vision compromised, his defense crumbles. I don't give him a second to recover.
I descend on him.
Blow after blow after blow.
Each strike heavier than the last, each impact driving him further into defeat. His body jerks under the assault, struggling—failing—to keep up.
I raise my hand.
Fingers poised.
A final strike.
Then—
Pain.
My eyes widen as lasers slam into me from behind, dozens of them tearing across my body in rapid succession.
I grit my teeth, turning—
The ship.
I forgot the ship.
The beams intensify, forcing me back as something yanks the orange alien away from me. I push forward anyway, muscles straining as my body begins adapting to the onslaught.
Step by step—
Closer—
Then suddenly—
Silence.
The lasers stop.
The ship vanishes into hyperdrive, gone in an instant.
I hover there, breathing steady, eyes narrowing as I track it with my enhanced vision.
Already a million clicks away.
I could follow.
…but there's no point.
My goal was simple.
Keep them away from my birth planet.
And I did.
They'll think this was random. Bad luck. They'll avoid this sector for a while.
That's enough.
I exhale, turning eastward.
Viltrum.
I need to report this.
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"There you are, Vergil. You've been avoiding me."
I sigh.
Of course she found me.
I turn slowly. Ursall floats there, one hand on her hip, staring down at me with narrowed eyes.
No point denying it.
I nod.
Her fist moves instantly—aimed straight for my face.
I raise my forearm just in time.
Impact.
The force travels through my body, but I hold.
I kick her away, creating distance, and we lock eyes.
"I've been putting this off," I say seriously. "But I'm ready to get it over with."
Then I vanish.
I close the gap in a breath, my fist slamming into her stomach with enough force to crater the ground beneath her feet.
She gasps—but recovers instantly.
Her backhand catches me clean across the face, splitting my lip and sending me spinning.
I use it.
Turning with the momentum, I whip a kick into her guard. The impact sends her skidding backward through trees, splintering them like twigs.
I don't stop.
I chase.
Closing in again, I tackle her straight into the ground. The impact caves the earth in, a shockwave tearing through the forest as debris erupts around us.
Before she can react, I pin her wrists above her head.
For a moment
She just breathes.
Heavy. Uneven.
Tension thick in the air.
Then I growl softly and close the distance, claiming her lips in a kiss that had been building far too long.
(Unwritten sex scene) (A/N: sorry gooners)
Time passes.
I groan as I wake, muscles aching as reality settles back in.
There's weight on my chest.
I glance down.
Right.
Ursall.
My white Viltrum clothing, gone. Destroyed somewhere along the way. Her royal red Viltrumite armor is no better, scattered and ruined.
The ground around us is wrecked.
Trees flattened. Earth torn apart.
And us?
Marked.
Scratches, bruises, bite marks.
Yeah.
That happened.
I shake her slightly, smirking as she stirs awake.