Sense and Sensibility and Stormtroopers (PvP)

[All Might]

“How does this end?” Might repeated, huffing, “With me saving you of course!”

“Seems more like you’re trying to beat my face in.” Seventeen said, but not quite bitterly.

“You asked for help.” Might said, “And you took my card. I have a guarantee, you know. It’d besmirch my name otherwise!” he climbed down, and took off at full speed. Seventeen had begun to glow again, which spelled bad things for him. That power he had dragged up… it was gone now. He was sure it wasn’t out of reach, but he wouldn’t have the chance again in this fight. He would have to rely on his current strength.

At the very least, the mechanical man before him didn’t have his speed.

Might darted across the damaged floor of the lower level of the parking garage they had found themselves in, Seventeen narrowed his eyes and made to punch, but Might managed to get around the strike, and slid to the side, clipping Seventeen as he passed. Going up to the concrete wall, he bounced off of it, leaving a spiderweb of cracks in it, as he charged back towards Seventeen.

“CAROLINA-“ he began, and Seventeen quickly darted to the side, only to balk as Might quickly used a burst of power to change directions as soon as he came close to the cyborg, “-FEINT!” he cried, shoving both fists forward and upwards into the smaller man’s chest.

Seventeen was lifted off his feet, and sent sprawling, but didn’t seem that much worse for wear than he had been before the surprise strike, “You playing dirty Mister Hero?” Seventeen asked, almost amused.

“Whatever works!” Might replied cheerfully, before making a huge leap over the cyborg’s head. Seventeen kicked off the concrete and body-checked Might in the air, sending them both bouncing off the ceiling. Might punched him a few times for good measure, but Seventeen was still hitting even harder- and Might was still made entirely out of mortal meat.

They crashed back to the floor, but Might wouldn’t let up, “Detroit-“ he began and Seventeen scowled, reaching out and grabbing the hand that Might had pulled back, only to wince as he was kneed in the stomach. Seventeen’s grip was like iron, but even he slipped when Might’s arm jerked forward with all the momentum of a train coiled into the mass of a fist. “-SMASH!” Might screamed. The punch didn’t connect, as such, but the signature shockwave rolled over the cyborg.

Snarling, Seventeen kicked out, sending Might sprawling and coughing up blood, before he collided with the opposite wall, and found himself embedded into it, “Ah, darn it.”

Seventeen let out a breath, before turning to his captive audience, “I think I’ve had enough of being ragdolled big guy. You gave it the college try, though.” He raised a finger, aiming between Might’s eyes. “…Ki Gun.”

The small, red blast rang out, and almost hit its target- but Seventeen sighed as Might’s now burned-through fist fell to the man’s side. Concrete chips fell around his newly-freed, and Might sucked in a breath as he looked down at the new hole in his hand.

Seventeen frowned, “You’re really just prolonging the inevitable here.”

“Is that so?” Might said, groaning as he shifted his muscles, “My apologies, but we haven’t yet reached a conclusion I’m… ergh, satisfied, with yet.”

“Are you-“ Might flexed himself out of the wall, “-holy shit.”

Might fell to the ground, but quickly got back up, standing unsteadily. Seventeen jumped towards him, hand outstretched, and Might dashed backwards in an instant, wincing from the overtaxing of his legs, “Well… Hero? I must say, I’m quite impressed with your abilities! You must have been a fine hero, before this Empire began twisting you. I think my chances of winning might be going down.”

“A chance?” Seventeen asked, “Pretty small one, at least.”

“But still there!” Might began backing off, “One mustn’t give up, if one’s a hero.” He made a flying leap backwards, and Seventeen began running, to keep up, charging bright ki in both hands. “And one mustn’t fail, if one’s a Superhero!”

Seventeen threw his hands forward, and the twin blasts flew across the distance. Might swung his bad fist, keeping the ki orbs from hitting his main body, but letting the destructive energy splash across his arm.

“Damn it! Kasenko-Kaha!” the cyborg cried, gathering ki between cupped palms. Might knew, that if that hit, there wouldn’t be much left.

“…One last shot.” Might muttered, glaring at the glowing red soldier getting closer and closer, “OKLAHOMA SMASH!” He roared, taking a running, spinning leap. His bad arm burned, as he began to gather energy to himself, soaring through the air. The shockwaves began to spill off him, and he grinned. The ol’ college try, eh?

800 words according to MS Word. 
All Might uses his last SP on a last T1 Super Attack - Oklahoma Smash.