05-13-2017, 02:33 AM
Harry James Potter spat out his two front teeth.
"Oh my god!" screamed Blair, her ringing voice barely penetrating through the fuzzy feeling in Harry's head.
"He'll grow them back," Marcus said casually as he cracked his neck. The cyborg stood shirtless above Harry, with little flecks of Harry's blood on his hands and chest. Harry groaned and managed to rise up on wobbly feet. Marcus laughed.
"Attaboy!" Captain America called encouragingly from Harry's corner. Harry looked to see his coach grinning broadly, next to a dispassionate Vision. "You got heart!"
"A heart isn't going to win a fight," Marcus called back to the captain as he put up his guard. Harry moved forward cautiously, keeping his legs together, his shoulders loose, just like Cap told him. He lurched forward with a wild jab, but Marcus smirked and sidestepped the blow. Harry roared furiously as he through a right cross, but Marcus simply stood perfectly still, feeling Harry's amateur fist crumple against Marcus's temple. Just as the pain registered in Harry's face, Marcus delivered a backhanded that drove him to the floor.
Harry Potter lay in a pool of his own blood, an ugly cut over his right eye leaking wildly.
"He's done," the Captain said firmly.
"Don't touch him," Marcus warned. "He's still got some fight in him, don't you?"
"I said he's done," the Captain repeated sharply.
"I believe that is Harry's decision," said Vision quietly to Captain America. The android simply watched Harry closely.
Slowly, painfully, Harry staggered to his feet, facing Marcus through a bloody red film.
"That's right," Marcus whispered, as he cracked his neck. Harry attacked again, aiming a soccer kick at Marcus' crotch, but the cyborg simply blocked it with his shin and laughed in Harry's face. Harry aimed a right hook for Marcus head, but the cyborg lazily deflected the blow and smashed his forehead into Harry's nose.
Everything was black. There was a ringing in Harry's ears, through which he could just discern the faint hysterical screams of Blair. Harry tried to breath, letting his senses come back to him.
"Heart don't win fights, fighting wins fights," Marcus says dismissively as he looms over Harry. He crouches down and grabs Harry by the back of his hair, lifting his head up to whisper in Harry's ear. "If you break here, now, you'll break every time out there, and you'll be no good to anyone."
Marcus's words penetrated through the thick fog cloudy Harry's mind, and then he felt something stir within him. Harry got to his feet, blood streaming down his face, but no longer on wobbly legs.
Marcus grinned as he saw the physical effects of Harry converting a massive amount of Omnillium.
He had a feeling this would hurt.
"Stupefy!" Harry roared as he aimed a right cross at Marcus's chin. Marus's eyes widened as Harry's fist glowed a bright red. When it connected with the cyborgs chin, the magical Stunning Spell imbued in Harry's fist discharged directly into his face, sending Marcus flying backwards.
Blair gasped.
Captain America gasped as well, but in a decidedly more masculine fashion.
Vision smiled.
Marcus chuckled as he got back to his feet. The artificial akin around his left cheek had been blasted off, and a blinking circuit board could be seen beneath his skin.
Harry stared defiantly back, breathing hard, leaking blood.
"Still think you need a bat?" Marcus asked.
"Oh my god!" screamed Blair, her ringing voice barely penetrating through the fuzzy feeling in Harry's head.
"He'll grow them back," Marcus said casually as he cracked his neck. The cyborg stood shirtless above Harry, with little flecks of Harry's blood on his hands and chest. Harry groaned and managed to rise up on wobbly feet. Marcus laughed.
"Attaboy!" Captain America called encouragingly from Harry's corner. Harry looked to see his coach grinning broadly, next to a dispassionate Vision. "You got heart!"
"A heart isn't going to win a fight," Marcus called back to the captain as he put up his guard. Harry moved forward cautiously, keeping his legs together, his shoulders loose, just like Cap told him. He lurched forward with a wild jab, but Marcus smirked and sidestepped the blow. Harry roared furiously as he through a right cross, but Marcus simply stood perfectly still, feeling Harry's amateur fist crumple against Marcus's temple. Just as the pain registered in Harry's face, Marcus delivered a backhanded that drove him to the floor.
Harry Potter lay in a pool of his own blood, an ugly cut over his right eye leaking wildly.
"He's done," the Captain said firmly.
"Don't touch him," Marcus warned. "He's still got some fight in him, don't you?"
"I said he's done," the Captain repeated sharply.
"I believe that is Harry's decision," said Vision quietly to Captain America. The android simply watched Harry closely.
Slowly, painfully, Harry staggered to his feet, facing Marcus through a bloody red film.
"That's right," Marcus whispered, as he cracked his neck. Harry attacked again, aiming a soccer kick at Marcus' crotch, but the cyborg simply blocked it with his shin and laughed in Harry's face. Harry aimed a right hook for Marcus head, but the cyborg lazily deflected the blow and smashed his forehead into Harry's nose.
Everything was black. There was a ringing in Harry's ears, through which he could just discern the faint hysterical screams of Blair. Harry tried to breath, letting his senses come back to him.
"Heart don't win fights, fighting wins fights," Marcus says dismissively as he looms over Harry. He crouches down and grabs Harry by the back of his hair, lifting his head up to whisper in Harry's ear. "If you break here, now, you'll break every time out there, and you'll be no good to anyone."
Marcus's words penetrated through the thick fog cloudy Harry's mind, and then he felt something stir within him. Harry got to his feet, blood streaming down his face, but no longer on wobbly legs.
Marcus grinned as he saw the physical effects of Harry converting a massive amount of Omnillium.
He had a feeling this would hurt.
"Stupefy!" Harry roared as he aimed a right cross at Marcus's chin. Marus's eyes widened as Harry's fist glowed a bright red. When it connected with the cyborgs chin, the magical Stunning Spell imbued in Harry's fist discharged directly into his face, sending Marcus flying backwards.
Blair gasped.
Captain America gasped as well, but in a decidedly more masculine fashion.
Vision smiled.
Marcus chuckled as he got back to his feet. The artificial akin around his left cheek had been blasted off, and a blinking circuit board could be seen beneath his skin.
Harry stared defiantly back, breathing hard, leaking blood.
"Still think you need a bat?" Marcus asked.
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