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[favorthebold]

Characters: Saul Samaren, (favorthebold), Victor von Doom (becomingdoom)
When: After this conversation.
Where: The riverfront, near Saul's house.
Rating: R for violence.
Summary: Make fun of a supervillain, get a deathmatch. Not very surprising.

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[becomingdoom]

It had not taken Doom a particularly long time to find Saul, after all, he wasn't even trying to hide. The arrogance perturbed him, he was either very stupid, or phenomenally strong, or some clever mix of both that often made things very interesting and very life threatening

[favorthebold]

Well, that was certainly a lot of fanfare. Abandoning his fishing rod to the current, Saul pushed himself back, rolled away and crouched some distance from the crater, hand already going to the hook at his belt. The brand new weapon, yet unbloodied. He glanced up at the armored man, curious, wary, admiring. Was he holding anything back? No... it seemed more likely that he wad flaunting all his power, hoping to intimidate his enemy into a quick surrender. Easy to see why he thought it would work.

Saul flashed a smile, a genuine one. This could be a far better fight than he'd hoped for.

He straightened slowly, weighing his options. There won't be any toying with this one. "Harsh words to say to a near stranger, dome," he answered, calm and honest, without even dropping the honorific. "Words mean little, of course. But 'beast' - that, I will not take." It would be a shame to lose the new blade in its first battle. His hand dropped from it. The armor - metal, was it? His power billowed around him, gusts of icy wind exploding outwards at

[becomingdoom]

Within a few moments, Doom's armor was already beginning to sheen over with ice, he was kept warm inside of his armor by the many systems that cared for his body, but he knew that eventually his suit could not take that kind of stress. So he dropped down, quickly descending to the earth so fast that it left a cloud of dust to settle around him.

"... You have made your choice then..." Doom said, his voice low in his throat as he unleashed a concussive blast with both hands, greatly increasing the power and width of the beam. No reason to drag this out longer than needed, subdue before this weather manipulator turned him into a damned ice block.

[favorthebold]

Never standing in place for an instant, Saul leaped, rolled and rolled again, backwards and backwards. Open space - no corners for him to be pushed into, and he took care to retreat away from both the river and his own house. He was fast, nimble, sure on his feet - when the tail end of the beam caught him in mid-jump and knocked him several yards away, to land winded and slightly dazed but luckily on his feet still, he was honestly surprised. Strength takes time to build. Not fully recovered yet...

... had to keep moving...

He called up his fog - the air misted around him in a split-second, blurring the battlefield and making it easier to dodge and slip out of the way. The winds blew harder, colder, never letting up. And it was good. If the battle continued this way, if Doom could keep up this might of his for a while, he might even have a chance to truly let go.