Spider-Man's vigilant observation of the details in situations is something Kon-EL could re-learn from. The young man of a kryptonian might be a little set on dominating on offense, given how those officers the New York arachnid-man caught could've been struck critical or worse injuries. And what's even more admirable, is that the pun-dishing web slinger is quickly on the move again - this time, he's leaping onto Doomsday once more and distracts the fateful killing machine. Kon-EL's focus begins centering again just after he hears the impact of Doomsday's fist making firm contact with his own face, which results in the kryptonian standing on his own two feet again.
"Ugh... Man..." Kon-EL groans, rubbing at his forehead for a few seconds before brushing his bangs out of his own face and his hair within a slick-back style that he holds in place while watching the agile hero in Red & Blue work his magic with those webbings again. With his vision clear as day again, he silently observes the display in front of him with an upright posture and his free hand moving to rest at his hip. All the way up to the moment Spider-Man flings the great gray man-beast crashing through a building.
"Nice toss." Kon-EL comments with a soft grin, but even he knows that likely wasn't enough to keep that monster down. Despite such, neither of them were prepared for the abrupt retaliation from the roaring Doomsday - while far too laxed, he's taken by surprise as much as Spider-Man is by the large behemoth lunging out from debri and landing a rocket straight-punch that sends the web slinger soaring like a football and crashing through a window in the distance.
"SPIDER-DUDE!!!" Kon-EL exclaims in horror. Quick to turn his concern into useful anger. In the next moment, Doomsday & Kon-EL turn their hostile attention to one another, though the kryptonian has the speed advantage. Like the equivalent of a shotgun blast erupting--
"HHAAAUGH!!!" K R A - K R O O O O O M ! Kon-EL delivers a rageful uppercut while simultaneously stomping down atop of one of Doomsday's feet, landing with a blow that shatters the sound barrier and nearly deafens those still within the area.
"You think you're down to rumble with me!? Let's see you grit those Goddamn teeth then, ugly! I ain't pullin' my punches anymore!!" Kon-EL barks at the top of his lungs, then lays into the staggering monster with a mild left hook, and then an explosive lunging straight with his right fist. On impact, the ground trembles and every window on the block, cop cars included, shatters as Doomsday gets sent off like a missile toward the opposite side of town, crashing through countless buildings along the way.
Recalling his motivation to throw so much power behind his blows, the kryptonian begins floating several inches above the ground and flies toward the building Spider-Man was sent into.
"H-hey, you okay in there, man...?" Kon-EL calls out, asking with concern behind his tone as he fears the worse possible outcome.
Soon after... An all too familiar roar bellows out into the air, signaling that Doomsday is on his way back.
"Yeah... Augh. I'm fine, I'm fine!" Spider-Man assures as he emerges from inside the building with residue of laundry soap on his costume.
"Think this is a sign that my suit is looong over due for a washing, though."
“Oh, thank God…”, words of relief Kon-EL murmurs as he exhales a breath of air he wasn’t aware he’s been holding in. He lowers himself to touch down upon solid ground again and gives his new associate a light pat on the bicep.
“Well hey, at least you know where you can head to after this whole thing to wash your suit. But that aside, I’m just glad you’re still alive n’ chatting.” He assures with a warm smile. One that lasts only a moment before he sets his frowning eyes toward the direction Doomsday is quickly approaching from. Surely enough, that behemoth of a monstrosity comes smashing a building, sprinting at them as fast as he can. There’s just enough time for Spider-Man to lay out a very simple, but adequate plan to the kryptonian. The latter shrugs his shoulders and obliges.
"Alright... Time to get back into action, yeah? I'll try to keep him distracted and restrained, while you use the openings to hit him quick and hard. With both of us working together, he can't possibly steal back the upper hand." Spider-Man explains.
“Fair enough. Just be careful, man.” Kon-EL insists with a soft tone of concern. Despite so, he isn’t counting the web-slinger out just yet. The New Yorker is practically a Ultra-Master gymnast, could hold a car, and even take a punch from that freak of nature. Regardless of how Spidery may be feeling underneath that mask, he’s leaving an impression on Kon-EL, which has the kryptonian believing he’s a Man Without Fear.
Then, the arachnid-like hero is off. Throwing himself into the reach of danger via using his web like elastic bands to snap himself forward like a living projectile. Nimble and elusive through and through, Spider-Man not only avoids the attack from Doomsday, but also effortlessly steals the upper hand in close quarters by webbing the man-beasts hands together and blinding it with webbing to the face. Going on to leap off and away, Spider-Man calls upon Kon-EL to capitalize on the moment. Then, from the kryptonian’s perspective, the world begins to slow down. Decreasing in movement more and more until ALL that is… ceases to budge further. Even time itself halts under Kon-EL’s senses.
He shuts his eyes while inhaling a deep breath through his nostrils and tilting his head back, holding for a mere two seconds, and then exhaling through his mouth. In this very moment, he cannot help but to wonder what would Superman do in his place. Nonetheless, he resolves his internal debate and opens his eyes partway to nonchalantly gaze upon a motionless sky.
“It’s either him or them…” He utters to himself softly. His chin soon lowers and his cyan eyes settle upon Doomsday again. His hands curl into fists and his brows knit into a scowl of determination. From there, he then lowers to take up a track-runner’s posture. The palms of his hands both flat upon the asphalt, right leg bent up to torso while its respective toes press into the ground, left leg extending behind him while its respective foot also has only its toes on solid ground, and his chin raising high in order for him to lay eyes on what’s in front of him. Repeating himself one more time, he pours his heart and lungs into his voice.
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“IT’S EITHER HIM OR THEM!” He exclaims with a snarl. Like a sniper rifle setting off a shot, the Young-Man of Steel takes off so fast, that he easily shatters the sound barrier. Leaping out of his mad dash, Kon-EL strikes with the ferociousness of lighting with a flying knee ramming right up onto Doomsday’s chin. To anyone else without his level of speed, it seems as if reality is somehow skipping frames. The two are in Spider-Man’s line of sight one second, and then gone before he can even blink again. The only context clue left behind is the C4-like explosive impact of a blow landing and a powerful gust of wind aggressively lashing out.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOOOOM!!!...
What transpires next is a flurry of blows and a sudden barrage of impacts that sounds as if a thunderstorm is hanging above the city’s head. Yet, when looking up, all anyone can see is the great blue sky. The kryptonian is ping-ponging Doomsday every which way, moving faster than he’s sending the beast soaring with destructive punches that chip away at the spiky bones protruding from its body. After what’s merely 10 seconds for the rest of the world, but mentally a whole minute for Kon-EL, the combo of strikes ends with a double-hand hammer spike that sends Doomsday plummeting like a meteor. Resulting in not only the man-beast laying in a crater, but also a quake that shakes the entire city. Above, Kon-EL studies the situation from his high altitude.
Things are looking up for sure. When the rumbling ceases and the smoke clears, Spider-Man and several police officers are looking on upon where the creature lays with wide eyes. Doomsday is motionless and remains so as far as they can all see. The web-slinger and offices approach to check the Kryptonian's handiwork, though more so Spider-Man than anyone else. The hero in red & blue perches just at the edge of the crator the man-beast lays in.
"Huh... I think... I think that did it!" Spider-Man announces heartily. As the cops cheer in triumph, Peter shifts his attention toward his vigilante peer floating above and cups his hands around his own mouth.
"Good work, man! You totally did it!" He shouts confidently. However, all turns out to not be all too well. The groggy beast rises up into a sitting position behind Peter. The web-slinger's spidey-senses doesn't go tingling until Doomsday gathers his wits and finally takes notice of one his adversaries within arm's reach. In the next moment, a brave officer lunges at Spider-Man.
"Look out!" The officer pushes the hero out of the way and winds up sacrificing himself. A swiping arm and extending sharp bone cleaves him apart with a squishy slice and sends him splattering along the pavement in a bloody mess.
They say that when tragedy hits, trauma tails right behind it. That the world stops making sense and becomes far too difficult to swallow the reality right before your very eyes. THAT is what ails Kon-EL this very moment. The world falls silent once he lays witness to the gruesome sight of that cop being cut down so effortlessly ... Hears the bone-chilling sound of flesh and blood squishing far too clearly within his ears, followed by the cold thud of the body being thrown onto the asphalt like a puppet who’s lost his guiding strings. This is Kon-EL’s first time seeing a murder take place, and especially of someone who didn’t even slightly deserve it. All of it leaves him in a state of motionless shock.
So much so, that he barely takes notice of the third brave individual rushing in to lend a hand in a desperate time like this, let alone her call out to keep Doomsday busy. No, something inside of him was emotionally churning and boiling. Supergirl does well to keep her anger in check during such a dire time in need of cool heads, but Kon-EL is submerging in boiling, piping hot HATRED.
The amount of heat fuming from his eye sockets is so immensely intense, that his pupils drown in smoldering neon red. His better judgment, in a similar sense, undergoes that same burial. Kon-EL – this… Newly Reborn Kon-EL made up of two kryptonian clones – exceeds the insane speed he displayed just moments before. His body seems to just abruptly disappear from its place floating above.
KRAC–
The next thing Spider-Man just BARELY catches a good glimpse of is Kon-EL leaning his entire body into a fierce punch and Doomsday’s head turning involuntarily at a rather dangerous angle. Then–
BOOOOOOM!!!
That blow not only sends that living killing machine flying at the pinnacle of the speed of light, but erupts with a violent whirlwind akin to a blowing hurricane swept across the area for a mile out all around.
“ YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THAT!!! “ The kryptonian young-man vows with all of his heart and with desperation overtaking his tone before he takes off at ? of a 0.01 millisecond, leaving behind a fading after image of himself preparing to give chase after Doomsday. However, he’s already there. Far, far, far off over the great blue sea, Peter can easily hear the next echoing shockwave of him landing yet another powerful blow.
Though Doomsday is taken out of a city, the kryptonian male in black & leather goes on a destructive rampage of his own. The last blow sends Doomsday skipping along the surface of the ocean like an enormous rock, and reaching land does nothing to stop the monster’s violent tumbling along the sandy shores of Spain and its city’s streets. Especially with a hounding Kon-EL giving chase like the galaxy’s best Soccer player giving 190% in the Grand Finals of the World Cup. Seamlessly, the kryptonian maneuvers from flying to sprinting on solid ground with that same raging redness burning from his eyes, and skillfully delivers a leaping whip-kick perfectly to Doomsday’s torso. Striking hard enough to form cracks in the beast’s ribs and zipping off like a missile from a fighter jet. What follows next is a myriad of crashes and debris from countless buildings falling to the streets of panicking civilians. Doomsday leaves one side of the world and gets sent to another. From Spain to Hawaii, Kon-EL continues his assault the very INSTANT he catches up with the creature - this time by spinning Doomsday by the wrist mid-motion for the sole purpose of swiftly using that very same hand to grab the back of Doomsday’s head and blitz off indiscriminately. Before any pedestrian there can even blink, a sudden ground shaking KRRRRROOOM! echoes out far and wide from the massive crater at the foot of a volcano Kon-EL causes with Doomsday’s skull. But it doesn’t end there just yet…
The Mad Lad of a kryptonian THEN proceeds to race up a trail leading up to the mouth of the volcano, literally dragging the beast’s face along the exterior on his way up, leaving behind chunks of dirt and rocks in his wake. Once atop, he simply leaps over the massive hole awaiting above and throws the target of his ire down into its deep, dark depths with so much effort, that the impact causes another earthquake. In addition, lava begins filling the structure’s bowels.
Nonetheless, a… less rage-drunk Kon-EL descends to search for his prey.
“Where are you…?”
Little does that kryptonian realize, the window of opportunity is going to be shutting soon. While his rage HAS given him the edge, DOOMSDAY is the Apex Survivalist. Genetically evolved to adapt to what hurts him, conquer what kills him.
"RRRRRRRRRRAAAWGH!!!"
Fortunately, Doomsday finally reveals himself before the vibrant lava illuminates the space around them completely. Even so, it's not enough. Sharp as a stainless blade, Kon-EL whips around with that insane speed of his. Eyes escalating in intense scorching brightness as a red fiery aura dances around the fist he's preemptively throwing. Before Doomsday can slam his large fists down upon the young man in black & leather, that very fist from Kon-EL punctures right through him with a violent splash of blood spilling. The man-beast is quite taken aback by the speed and damage, but it keeps fighting back. A large hand grips the entirety of Kon-EL's scalp in desperation.
"No... That's more than enough out of you, FREAK!" The Kryptonian snarls just before he goes the extra mile. Desperate in his own right, Kon-EL stabs his other fist into Doomsday's broad torso in the same fashion as before and outright begins using all of his strength, on top of his telekinesis, to gradually pull Doomsday apart and rip him in half right down the middle. It's no easy task, but the Kryptonian gets the job done and pries until the two halves of the beast splash into the shallow, yet continuously growing, pool of lava.
"Haaah man..." Kon-EL breathes out within a whisper, panting from the rush of his adrenaline as he stares down his bloody dripping hands afterwards. However, this no time to dwell on the moment and he knows that. With a firm resolve, the young man proceeds to grab the two halves by their wrists and rockets skyward. He swiftly leaves Earth's gravitational pull and heads right for the sun. Once he deems himself close enough, he stops in his tracks and tosses the remains toward the burning ball of consuming flames one after the other. He would've stayed and watched, but forgetting that space holds no ounce of oxygen makes him turn back for Earth.
