The power in the two fists collided with the sound of a rolling wave of thunder, and the wards shook again. They were designed to hold within, but power of the scale that was growing without was to begin to stress them. The power itself caused a seismic impact that echoed on seismographs all over the Xaderavcar Moon. Vizornii was briefly knocked over by the impact, even as it was followed by another powerful strike, and then another. Then another. Blows that echoed with the might and wrath of a God against a Dragon or a Giant. Mythology made manifest. For the two individuals in question, it was a succession of echoing displays of might that were encountering stubbornly resistible obstacles. Shadow-woman was angered that a simple display of power met an obstacle that truly blocked it. Azhan for his part was amazed at the power of resistance this Baranik had to the power he was releasing. The two swung further, blows striking faces, shoulders, stomachs, kicks blocked, and within the prison, as wards weakened, powered armor was attached to flesh.
But as this began, the Shadow-woman tackled Azhan who for his part went willingly with the tackle, in order to elbow the Shadow-woman in the face, in order to get her to loosen up enough that he slammed his knee into her armor. Growling at the sensation of the armor seemingly trying to gnaw upon him, he hurled his elbow into her again, and this time it blew her back enough for him to draw his fist back and slam her further away, to a point where they both rose to the ground. The Shadow-woman smiled. It would not be long now. The supernatural strength this alien posessed, his invulnerability, they had limits. All that she needed to do was strike until the internal injuries, starting as feather-thin became too many and too dangerous to resist.
Yet the supernatural strength itself collided into her with a brutal and total power that caused her vision to temporarily black out, the stunning effect on her head coupled with a massive piledriver blow to the face, and then a slamming of two fists held together into her face that finally knocked her over. As she fell, her vision returned and she began to laugh. Her power began to gather around her as a visible aura, and she rose to the ground, only for the wards that had continued to shimmer to suddenly crack altogether. As she rose to strike him, the wards that had shattered revealed a strange figure.
Six eyes glowed with a crackling light blue energy, the energy itself taking a form like and unlike flame and electricity both. The footsteps had that same curious mixture of drums and thunder that marked the Shadow-woman's own. The figure was strange. It had pointy ears, that stuck out, with a skin-flap that bore a vague structural resemblance to a bob haircut and a long nose all set on a red face, the body itself both tall and giving an indication of bulk and power even without the armor.
The Shadow-woman turned. The armor was part of what she sought. Pandaemonium's darkness was all over it, in it, through it. It was worse still, the figure that had transformed this into the armor plating was already a sadistic and violent creature before it had encountered the energy that now enhanced its might, already sufficient to rupture space-time on a galactic scale, by an order of magnitude. With this, the creature's in-built sadism and violence had escalated. In practice, this took the form of a smile that curved up on both sides of the creature's face, a rictus of malevolence that was coupled with the creature giving her that look that was present on all the powers of Darkness when Darkness grew and magnified.
Suvacel kept smiling as she walked toward the strange figure whose pulsing, breathing armor seemed to stop both the pulsing and breathing, transforming into a pure plate armor as though in both fear and anticipation. The two began to circle each other, and the Shadow-woman spoke: You are a fool, alien. You command power that you cannot control, and you mistake the might that surges through you for a benefit, a blessing. It is curse and it is menace. You must remove that armor and destroy it, or you shall surely find that there are many strange things in the Omniverse, some of which are beyond the power even of one such as you to understand.
Suvacel laughed, a simple, short, crude braying that was followed by Suvacel's own words:
Pathetic. You sound just like Major-General Xaderavcal. Control. You think that adhering to some standard is any benefit. To keep control is no gain, to lose it is no loss. You think that adhering to the standard of fools that make weapons of Godly power is going to save anything. If fools make us, they perish on their own success. It is the natural way of all things.
The Shadow-woman responded:
As I said, you're a fool. Power of this sort is not a toy, it is not to be wielded unwisely. That is precisely what it is that you do. You treat it as though this is a game, you treat the concept of vengeance and murder as though not only are you entitled to use them, but you are somehow superior, for the sake of power and weaponry bequeathed to you by others, things you had neither control of nor desire for without said others.
Suvacel snarled, and then moved closer to the Shadow-woman. She, standing taller than the already-tall Baranik with her odd skin and pupilless eyes was to raise her foot in a hinge-like fashion, sole aimed at the Shadow-woman. The Shadow-woman, irritated at yet another round of the same technique folded her arms across her chest and glared. Then Suvacel's foot collided with her body and the shockwave again barreled over Vizornii Hezhatin, with sufficient force in the landing that she was knocked out and covered in a shower of dust, dirt, and rocks. The shockwave and the hurling body of the Shadow-woman were felt across three major cities of the moon itself, Shadow-woman's frame crushing several buildings, a dumpster, and multiple vehicles, though people fortunately had the sense to flee when they saw the first variety of the impact tearing through a building with a thunderous impact and then continue onward.
As Shadow-woman finally halted in the ruin of one of the military bases she'd previously ravaged, halted by both her slowing momentum and a Containment room designed for a Psi-level Metanormal, she looked up as an arc of light landed at the downward slope of a parabolic pattern right in front of her. Suvacel smiled viciously. She then picked up the Shadow-woman with one hand, only for Shadow-woman to snarl and knee her in the chest with impact sufficient that Suvacel fell over, and in the process released her, enabling the Shadow-woman to land on her feet and on one hand in a three-point landing, which she followed by charging in an animalistic posture.
Suvacel smiled until the impact hit her with a power and weight that belied the smaller size of the Baranik. Not only was this thing tough, it was immensely strong, too. Just what manner of beast was this Baranik, and when did Tamir III produce things like this? As she fell on her back, she looked into the eyes of the Shadow-woman and for a moment in time the creature's face, turned to the side seemed crocodilian with nine eyes, before the Baranik face turned back to her, two eyes glowing with a fell energy.
A fist swung down at Suvacel, who decided now was a good time to begin to call upon the Omega program's next level of strength and caught it in her palm. As she smiled in that ferocious carnivore's grin, her shark-like teeth were followed by her other arm colliding into the Shadow-woman's armor, knocking her over onto her back. As she rose to her feet, she stood over the Shadow-woman and prepared to send a foot into her face, to crush it for an ending that would be both brutal and unglamorous for this thing that challenged her. Only to see the Shadow-woman out of nowhere materialize a strange object, a projectile weapon like a cruder variety of gun. The Shadow-woman fired and the recoil pushed her deep into the dirt, three feet by three feet. The blast itself threw Suvacel high into the air and she fell with a resounding thud.
The Shadow-woman teleported over to Suvacel, traveling two miles to do so. She figured that it was enjoyable, but the creature would be dead from that strike. As she came to the crater that Suvacel had made in terms of impact and landed inside it, kneeling by Suvacel, she absent-mindedly tapped the creature's closed head with her clawed gauntlet's right index finger piece, only for the creature's eyes to open and an armored vise to grab her by the neck, coupled with a growling sound like glaciers grinding against each other. Evidently she'd misjudged just what sort of enemy she faced.......