Righteous Lad: Olympian Bloodline 2

T H A C K !

Righteous Lad just barely raises his arms within a tight X-formation to block a strong blow from the hostile stranger who came looking for him - a hit that sends him soaring back for miles, crashing through a playground set before he manages to maneuver into a rolling backflip and begins skidding along concrete and grass. His right hand trying its best to get a grip and slow himself into a complete stop, eventually succeeding when he nears the sidewalk behind him.

"This guy is strong…" The hero utters under his breath with a soft look of disbelief on his face. Just as he rises to stand at his full height again, he spots his adversary approaching. Advancing in a mad dash beyond any human or animal capability and kicking up thick clouds of dust in his wake. 

"Tch! I can't let him keep me on the defensive!" And with those words and burning determination, Tyson abruptly kicks into a sprint of his own. Faster and within a blur that just couldn't be kept up with. The two meet at a center point, where Tyson claims the advantage and quickest strike - a lunging knee to the stomach that knocks the wind out of the other, who nearly goes limp. The only thing keeping the snow-white haired male from flying back is Tyson's sturdy grip on his shoulders. Releasing, his adversary winds up stumbling backwards while holding his midsection, and it's during that moment that Tyson moves forward via gliding with flight, allowing the soles of his boots to slide along solid ground again as he closes off the remaining distance with an uppercut. The other's chin shoots skyward upon impact of a thunderous DHOOOM! Not a strike he puts all of his effort into, but he's quick to deliver several more. T H M P! A left hook to the stomach. T H W A C K! A right right hook to the jaw. 

Just as he's preparing to throw his next punch, he catches sight of his peculiar opponent wearing a teeth-bearing grin despite having his head jerked by a solid blow.

 [ He's.. He's smiling? Am I holding back too much? ] The hero ponders to himself and hesitates for a split second. From merely tossing another halfhearted punch, he shifts to the intent of hitting the other young man with all of his might. A punch so strong, it cuts right through the air and leaves shreds of blurry lines in its trail. K R O O O O O M ! ! !

The contact causes the ground beneath their feet to fracture and crumble with the threat of caving into a 4 meter radius crater, the Shockwave travels far enough to blow paper whisking away into the wind, trash cans to fall over, windows of cars within a mile of the area to shatter instantly, and even send hats flying off people's heads. 

However, the other doesn't budge an inch. Not only does he not even move a single step, but he's also caught the hero's fist within the palm of his hand. A sight that makes Tyson stare as if the very unthinkable just took place before his very eyes.

"I put… NNNGH! I put everything behind that one!" Righteous Lad comments while attempting to pull his hand away. His efforts are to no avail. 

"Hah-heheheh… That was your best shot, huh?" The other asks rhetorically while arching a brow in utter amusement.

"Not even the black sheep of Apollo's kin has what it takes to challenge my strength. Though, that's not necessarily your fault… No, it's simply the way of life. You're either born weak or born blessed to be one of the strongest!" The male continues, suddenly applying a tighter grip that makes the hero grit his teeth in discomfort.

"So, listen well, weakling. I am the son of Hercules, the strongest God to ever walk Mount Olympus. My name is Hurleon, the second strongest man to ever live and the greatest to ever bestow his undeniable presence to the world!!!" The prideful young man exclaims with excessive vigor as he squeezes even harder around Righteous Lad's hand. 

"Aegh!?" That discomfort was genuinely beginning to hurt more than Tyson is willing to put up with. In an attempt to get loose, he takes a swing with his free hand, aiming for Hurleon's face. However, that fist too is caught in the very same fashion. His adversary applies more pressure and makes the hero take a reluctant knee while quaking behind struggling.

[This guy is too freakin' strong!] Righteous Lad comments within his own thoughts. In the next moment, unable to do anything about it, Hurleon suddenly yanks him forward and seamlessly releases his hands finally, resulting in Tyson stumbling forward until his shoulder makes contact with the other's middle. 

"Prepare yourself, son of Apollo!" Without more than a second of delay, the absurdly strong foe wraps and locks his arms around Tyson's waist, effortlessly lifts up into a suspending sitting position, and delivers a devastating powerbomb that violently shakes the ground. Quaking that could be felt for who knows how many miles around, and not only that, but the ground gives out into a massive crater seven feet deep and 24 meters in radius. There's barely anything left of the park after that destructive slam.

Nearby, within a 24 story tall hotel, a certain blonde stirs awake from the commotion. Yawning big and loud, she stretches her arms above her head while arching her back.

"What's all that noise…?" She asks of no one in particular, presently lying atop of the counter in the kitchen of the private suite she snuck into. She rolls over to slip off and stand on her feet, knocking over several empty bottles of wine she downed last night. She didn't mind the loud cluttering too much, and the corpse she left in the master bedroom sure as heck couldn't mind, either. The hitwoman uses a gloved hand to wipe the sleepiness from her eyes as she travels toward the nearest window, military boots thumping along the wooden floor as she lazily saunters onward. The platinum blonde soon peels back the curtains, lifts the window, and leans out to take a look. Turning to her left first, seeing nothing of interest, then to her right, where she sees two beings in the distance within a massive uneven ground of dirt. Fighting, no less. She squints, wondering if they were truly the source behind all the ruckus.

"What in blue milly hills is going on over there?" Hardy utters as the breeze coming in stir her thigh-length Dutch braids just enough to cause them to sway a bit.

Back at the fight between the two men, Hurleon follows up a soccer kick after slamming the hero down into an awkward position of bending in half, sending him violently slamming into the side of a parked van. 

"Ta'HUAK!" Tyson grunts when his back meets the vehicle, then ends up sitting within a forward leaning slouch.

[No way this guy is this strong… I.. I actually felt those. He actually hurt me…] Tyson observes within his own mind before looking up, seeing beyond the raven tufts of hair hanging in his face that the male was approaching in a casual fashion. 

[But I can't give up now… I have to keep fighting and beat him somehow.] Righteous Lad reasons with himself and begins climbing back up onto his feet.

"So you're still well off enough to keep going, then?" Hurleon smugly questions upon seeing the hero rise again. Coming to stop seven feet away, tilting his head back snobbishly as he grins.

"Ready when you are." A firm answer, along with a scowl of determination, is given from the hero. Hurleon's lips flat line stoically and he lowers his before his brows adopt a frown of their own.

"Then show me your worth!" Roaring those words, the two then lunge at one another. However, Righteous Lad allows the other to take priority. When the other takes a swing, he sways out of the path of the incoming fist with a lean to the side. Nearly just as he does, he grabs onto the male's forearm, carries him upward a dozen feet, and transitions into spinning. Tyson builds and builds on his speed until a whirlwind - no, until a thin tornado takes shape around him before he tosses his foe away like a rocket taking off for the stars. Sending Hurleon screaming into the distance. 

[Take. Him. Down!!!] Tyson barks at himself within his own mind. Hands clenching into tight fists, the hero takes off in the next second at light speed while leaving behind a sonic boom. He catches up with his adversary with ease and delivers a swift, yet powerful blow that abruptly shifts Hurleon's momentum into a doward fall. Taking off with another sonic boom, Righteous Lad swoops down to strike with a just as powerful hook that sends the other soaring horizontal now. Another burst of speed and the hero delivers another punch, but this time from the opposite side. 

KROOOM! KROOOM! KROOOM! Several more heavy hits ping-pong the flightless being within the air. Tyson decides to end his assault with his strongest attack yet. A double hand hammer strike that clears away the clouds upon that explosive impact and gives his adversary a taste of what it's like to move at light speed. Straight for the sandy beach below.

D H O O O O O O O M ! ! !

A massive mushroom-shape sand cloud rises up from below and reaches beyond the altitude Righteous Lad hovers at. A look of concern bleeds into his scowling features as he hopes he didn't go overboard. He couldn't see much pass the rainfall of sand, but his answer comes in the form of liquid tendrils snapping up to wrap around his ankles and drag him down until he's slamming onto the sandy surface below, as well. While waving descending sand out of his face, Righteous Lad sits up and soon gets a visual of what did such a thing to him. Standing ten feet away is none other than Hurleon, cracking his knuckles one set after the other while a dozen tendrils from the very ocean itself sway in anticipation behind him.

"You've got to be kidding me…" Righteous Lad utters under his breath.

"That was quite the display you put on. You've got more fight in you than I thought! But now we do this back on the ground… I won't fall for that again!" Hurleon declares before lunging forward to drop a ground pounding punch atop of the hero. Tyson rolls out of the way moments before the other lands, and gets back on his feet. Both men refuse to allow the other to turn the momentum in their and charge each down for a slug fest. The first from both results in their fists colliding with a powerful shockwave, then the two take turns throwing more fists. The second from Tyson misses by way of Hurleon weaving his head out of the way, then the tanned male takes his turn with a straight jab aiming for the face. Righteous Lad blocks it with an X-formation of his arms and then throws a right hook for the other's jaw - an attempt cut short when Hurleon raises his left forearm diagonally to block it, then retaliates with another straight with his right fist. Or so Tyson thought… Just as the hero raises his arms to block his face again, his opponent reveals his attack to be a faint. A trick to fool Tyson before using his left to deliver a gut punch. The hit knocks the wind out of him and his guard drops, opening him up for a TRUE straight right that roars with an explosive impact and causes the hero's head to jerk back. 

[Man, that kind of hurt!] Righteous Lad notes, but there was no time to think about pain. Hurleon steps forward to throw another punch, and in his desperation, Righteous Lad throws one of his own, as well. The two men both land their punch on one another, but it's nothing that linger on at all. The two go right back to measuring up their mettle in a bare knuckle exchange. This time however, Righteous Lad focuses more on counterattacking for a bit. Focusing on his vision and adjusting to fight in place using light-speed, it begins appearing as if they're attacking simultaneously, but there's a half a second difference. Hurleon gives a straight again, Tyson ducks while dishing a jab to the stomach. Hurleon throws a left hook next, and Tyson sways out of the way while whipping out a hard right hook to the kidney. Hurleon goes for a turning backfist for the hero's face, and Tyson avoids it by ducking and throwing out an upward left jab to the chin. Upon stunning his opponent enough to take a step back, Righteous Lad takes lead and pours it on relentlessly. He circles Hurleon at a speed that renders him 'invisible' and throws a myriad of punches like a machine gun, hitting all over the other's body. It gets to a point where it seems like all Hurleon can do is raise his arms to block his face. However, the only thing accumulating is his level of annoyance, not pain.

"What… AN ABSOLUTE INSECT!!" Hurleon shouts in frustration, gesturing with an aggressive beckon of his hand to call upon the ocean itself. At his command an abrupt large wave comes crashing onto the shore and flopping onto them with a sizable splash. It's all it takes to throw Righteous Lad off enough to stop in his tracks. An opening Hurleon takes despite being just as stopping wet, hitting the off-guard hero with a thunderous blow to the jaw.

"I'm not going to let you get away this time!" He exclaims and makes certain to stomp his foot down atop of the hero's to pin his footing in place. 

Forced to engage in a straightforward fight again, Tyson does his best to get familiar with the pace. Alas, this time the tanned- skin male is giving an onslaught. Tyson's initial response is to guard his face as much as he could, but that soon changes.

[Don't go on defense… don't go defense, don't go on defense!] Tyson shouts at himself and decides to go blow for blow with the other. A grave mistake on his part. He blocks one last punch and then lowers his arms to take a swing of his own. He connects, but it doesn't do anything beyond briefly forcing Hurleon's head to turn from the momentum of his fist. Then he takes a blow to the face. Tyson throws another - a much harder one - but it has the same effect as before. An incoming punch connects with his own face, and it too was harder. Tyson tries again and this time holds nothing back. He winds up trading with an even stronger punch that rocks him into a daze. 

[This guy…]

Another devastating punch lands on Tyson. For a second, everything goes black and all function of his body leaves him. What gives it back and returns light to his eyes is yet another blow to the face.

[A monster… He's a freaking monster!] Suddenly, Righteous Lad becomes a punching bag and it becomes difficult to tell up from down, and for the world to stop spinning. After half a dozen consecutive blows, Hurleon gives his final 7th - the very one he pours all of his might and weight into - and sends Righteous Lad flying with a booming contact that resembles lightning of dark and heavy stormy weather striking the earth. 

Righteous Lad flies like a missile from a beach in Hawaii and all the way back to Illinois, coincidentally winding back where the fight began. Smashing into the side of a building before gravity pulls his limp body down to collapse onto the sidewalk below - the peers of Hurleon laying witness to the display. 

"Maaaan. He's really roughing that guy up, huh?" A male from the group comments, though receives no response from the tall blonde beside him. Soon, Hurleon also returns to the scene by way of leaping miles upon miles, and lands nearby. Though, he wasn't the only one. 

"Boss!" Alexecute cries out as she zips onto the scene with lingering traces of electricity buzzing around her body. Her presence draws the attention of the others, even the son of Hercules.

"Get away from him!" She shouts, but just as she begins running toward her fallen comrade, Asclepius cuts her off and stands in her way.

"Be calm… We didn't come here to kill him." The blonde calmly informs her. Behind him, Hurleon cracks a grin and resumes making his way over to Righteous Lad without further interruption.

"What, you just came here to beat him senseless!?"

"No, that's not–"

"If you think for one second I'm just GOING TO STAND HERE AND DO NOTHING-" The heroine sharply cuts in while clenching her fists. Her eyes begin to glow while concentrated electricity begins sparking aggressively around her hands. Though, she too is interrupted.

"It's over." Hurleon announces while holding Righteous Lad like a sack of potatoes in his right arm. 

"...Over? You…" Alexecute struggles to speak the dreadful question, but she's given clarity right after.

"He's still alive, mortal. And we finally have the evidence we were seeking." The tanned male informs as he approaches the two.

Another smirk takes shape across his face.

"Congratulations, Asclepius… It's an Olympian, alright." The male announces as he proceeds to hold Righteous Lad up by the back of his neck, allowing them to see the hero's bruised face and the trail of liquid gold running down from his nose. Asclepius and Alexecute both look upon the hero with wide eyes.

"Is that…. His blood?" She questions.

"Gold. He does have the blood of an Olympian God." The blonde comments with a newfound frown settling onto his face.

"What exactly does that mean!? You came here JUST to see his blood-type?" Alexecute barks.

"I came here to confirm a suspicion of mine and discover the truth. And now… there's little doubt in my mind that this man really is my younger brother." The blonde answers solemnly.