The air in the Hidden Maliqun Stadium isn't just air anymore; it is a pressurized tomb of ozone and static. On one side stands Thunder, the embodiment of rushing, effortless power. On the other, Mark, the pinnacle of cold, calculative precision.
Thunder and Mark stand ready for battle. They both are on the arena, hearts beating in sync with the humming energy of the stadium, ready for fighting and winning. Thunder smirks, his body vibrating with a frequency that blurs his silhouette. He looks at his brother with a charming yet predatory gaze and says,
"I can beat you easily, Mark. Your circuits can't keep up with my pulse. You better give up now before I stop holding back!"
Mark doesn't flinch. His eyes, glowing with the blue light of Information processing, remain steady. He adjusts his metallic gauntlet and replies calmly,
"The arrogant always overlook the variables, Thunder. OK, so let me show how you beat me. I am ready. My Intelligence has already mapped out your defeat."
THE FIRST STRIKE
The battle begins! Both start attacking each other, turning the arena into a blurred landscape of sparks and steel.
Thunder moves first. His Lightning fast reflexes allow him to dominate the initial exchange. He isn't just running; he is warping through the air using Electro-Magnetics to repel the ground beneath him. He is rushing, a cool and overpowered force of nature.
But Mark doesn't hesitate. He isn't as fast, but he is smarter. He calculates the trajectory of the static discharge and, with a flick of his wrist, he uses his Materials control to ignite the oxygen in the air. He lands a massive fire blast directly on Thunder.
[BOOOM!]
Thunder doesn't dodge. He simply raises a hand, his Electricity forming a rotating shield that dissipates the heat instantly. He looks at Mark, his expression effortless.
"It doesn't work, Mark! Fighting with toys! These flames are nothing but flickering candles against a hurricane. It won't affect me or let you win! So you better give up!"
Mark's suit whirs as it absorbs the shockwaves. He stands his ground with absolute confidence.
"Nah, I'd win, Thunder! My Technology is an evolving organism. Also, don't think of my creations as toys; they are the tools that will beat you!"
THE OVERPOWERED ONSLAUGHT
Thunder doesn't care. He hates the "useless talking" and directly runs toward Mark, his boots cracking the floor with every Magnetic leap.
"Don't waste time in talking, Mark! In a real war, the silence is where the kill happens!"
Thunder raises his arm, coating his hand in a jagged blade of high-frequency Electricity.
"[THUNDER SLASH!]"
[SHRAAAAK!]
"Pathetic! Can't you move fast, Mark? Your Thinking is too slow for my speed!"
The strike hits Mark's shoulder. The impact is devastating. Mark goes far away, sliding across the arena floor as sparks fly from his armor. He is injured, his metallic plating smoking from the raw heat of the Lightning.
But Thunder doesn't stop. He is all out now. He starts hitting Mark with several attacks—blurred punches and kicks reinforced by Electro-Magnetic attraction. Mark tries to dodge, his eyes darting frantically, but he can't. Thunder is too fast for his Sensors to scan and observe the incoming hits.
Every time Mark tries to move, Thunder is already there. It is a one-sided slaughter.
MARK'S COUNTER-CALCULATION
Mark, coughing up blood, realizes he cannot win a game of speed. He focuses his Emotions, turning his fear into cold Information. Using his Metal powers, he creates a massive Metallic Armor that encases his body, reinforced by Technology.
He fires several high-velocity blasts at Thunder, trying to force him back. But Thunder is a ghost. He easily dodges the projectiles, zig-zagging through the air before dropping down from the top like a falling star.
"All of these booby-traps are useless against me! You are playing a game of checkers while I am the storm, Mark! You won't be able to beat me!"
Mark, pinned under the pressure of Thunder's landing, speaks through his cracked helmet with a broken, strained voice.
"This is... Calculation, Thunder. You can't understand it because you rely on raw power. I rely on Physics."
Thunder laughs—a cold, charming sound that echoes through the silence of the crowd. He pins Mark to the ground, his hand crackling with Magnetics.
"Heh! Stop wasting time and start fighting! Do you really think you can beat me with these toys? Never ever! You can't even touch me, so how can you beat me?"
THE TURNING POINT
[SMASH!]
Suddenly, a massive hammer, constructed from ultra-dense Materials, emerges from Mark's back and hits Thunder badly. The weight is unexpected, tuned to a specific Magnetic frequency that bypasses Thunder's shield.
Thunder is thrown back. Mark begins to float, his Psychic powers activating. He gathers the rocks throughout the arena, using his Technology to fuse them with scrap Metal. He uses them as a fuel source, compressing the matter into a glowing sphere of pure destruction.
"[METALLIC HYPER BLAST 2.0!]"
The attack is calculated to hit the exact millisecond Thunder regains his footing. It is too fast for even Thunder to dodge.
[BOOOOOM!]
The explosion rocks the entire stadium. Thunder goes too far, striking the reinforced walls of the arena. He is heavily injured, bleeding from very big wounds. The Overpowered warrior is finally grounded.
Mark stands over him, his armor dented but his Intelligence sharp. He taunts Thunder, reversing their roles.
"You're about to beat me with this? I said Calculations take time, but when they are done, no one can stop the result. So now, get ready for the loss, Thunder!"
Something starts coming from Thunder. A devastating force of Energy that isn't just Electricity—it's a purple color electricity. The wounds on his body begin to knit together, healing by a strange, black Electro-Magnetic force.
Thunder stands up. His eyes are no longer blue—they are Pure Purple. His face isn't normal; the charming smirk is replaced by a mask of divine rage. A terrifying Purple Lightning starts to cover his right hand, vibrating so fast it takes the form of a jagged, humming blade.
The world feels the weight of his Aura. Thunder roars, his voice sounding like a thousand storms clashing at once.
"[LIGHTNING CUTTER!]"
He doesn't run. He disappears. He goes to kill Mark with a killing intent that shakes the foundations of the Omniverse.