>>6333144“Hmm? What is this?” he asks, watching as you slowly raise your hands, letting the jagged crystal shoot up into the sky. Your contingency plan set, you flash back up into your Primal form, converting all your remaining energy back into physical energy, to continue the fight as your Crystal Star begins to grow. “What sort of magic is that?”
“Just an insurance policy. Something that'll help later.” you reply, then blur forward. Dashing into close quarters, firing a right which Doom blocks with his metal-encased left forearm. Following up with a right of his own, nearly catching you on the chin. You manage to weave it, barely, but are off balanced and forced to stagger back a step to regain your balance. But Doom doesn't give you a chance, thrusting his right forward and firing those concentric circles ray, the energy slamming into your chest and knocking you backwards. The attack doesn't HURT, but the force of the blast does knock you back through a large mound of broken arena, sending you flying. “Kuh!”
“And now, to dismantle your little plan.” he says as you're planted back-first into another pile of rubble. Watching as Doom fires that same attack at your hovering crystal. But, unlike you, who was blasted away, the crystals of your Crystal Star simply <span class="mu-i">absorb</span> the magic of his attack, the crystal bundle nearly tripling in size. “What?! How does this-?”
“HRRRRR!” you snarl, breaking free of the rubble and blitzing forward while Doom's distracted. Closing the distance and landing a clean right hook to the jaw, twisting his neck to the side. But you don't even knock him back a step, your eyes widening in shock. “Wha-? TCH!”
“Wretch!” he snarls, firing back his own right, forcing you to cross your arms and block the powerful blow. Sending you flipping back, landing a couple yards away. “You dare strike Doom? Dare to INTERRUPT Doom's speech!?”
Only for him to teleport right in your space, stomping with his right heel. Causing a burst of electricity that slams into you, launching you back. You easily shrug it off, but Doom's suddenly relentless. Launching into a barrage of electrically-charged punches, pushing you back. The shocks cause your muscles to tense momentarily, but not enough to stop you from defending yourself. Blocking each teleporting strike as Doom begins forcing you back. Putting on the pressure, clearly forcing you towards the edge. Which is what you wanted, so you play your part. Gritting your teeth, throwing out counter punches when you can but staying defensively responsible. For every punch of yours that lands he lands five, and within a minute he's pushed you back near the edge.
“CHILLI!” you hear your mother shout in concern, only for the rest of what she's saying to be drowned out by the Hulk's roar and the shock wave of a powerful impact.
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