<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11112/111122162/3231337-s3angry.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kal-El, Superman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holographic Training Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>A weekend in October, post-earlier scene linked below. Also, before 8PM.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Kal-El is angry.<br/><hr/><br/>Earlier in Metropolis... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277055.msg13779099#msg13779099)<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Warning: Simulation</span></strong></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     It was nighttime in Metropolis. A few skyscrapers had collapsed, buildings were on fire, and innocents were running screaming in the streets. It looked as though the world had fallen into an apocalypse. High in the air, hovering above the ruins below was Superman. His cape flipped behind him in the gale that passed over the city. He was searching…searching for his enemy. Like a descending missile, his opponent landed in the middle of the street. The impact of his landing caused a 20 meter in diameter crater to shatter beneath him sending debris, fragments, vehicles, and smoke spewing into the air. Superman started to descend, leisurely floating down to the street below. He landed with a soft clap of his boots and he waited there patiently for his challenge.<br/><br/>     The silhouette that appeared in the smokescreen wasn’t a gargantuan hulk or possessed the gleaming eyes of a death robot. It was a man. As gray plumes parted around his smirking smile and brunet feathery hair, a mere man emerged, resting his hands upon his blue jean clad hips. He was sporting a brown leather jacket over a black T-shirt that did little to hide his muscle definition. He stared Superman down.<br/><br/>     “Hey Clark,” the man known as Chris Wolfman greeted.<br/><br/>     Kal’s nose wrinkled and lips sank into a hard scowl. He started toward him in an ominous march.<br/><br/>     “What you mad? Why you mad bro? It was just a little weight,” Chris teased.<br/><br/>     Kal’s lips rolled back as he bared his teeth violently. Superman’s body stretched into a blur that closed the distance as he sent his fist cracking like thunder against Chris’s face. The lifter was sent flying just as swiftly as he had arrived. His body smashed through the foundations of five buildings, sending them crumbling. The simulation started penalizing him for destruction, possibly lowering his Hero Grade, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t trying to save Metropolis today. He flew after Chris, cape fluttering noisily behind him as he flew through smokescreen after smokescreen of collapsed infrastructure. His eyes turned red as he shifted to thermal vision. Chris was already on his feet and his body was swiftly approaching. Superman cranked back his arm and swung his fist once more. Chris caught Superman’s fist against his palm, the sudden halt in strength and speed, causing a blast of force to expand outwards in a ring, clearing the smoke.<br/><br/>     Kal-El swung his other fist and Chris caught it similarly. With Superman’s hands clenched in Chris’s fists, the man presented him that condescending smirk.<br/><br/>     “Is this the best you can do buddy? I know you can try harder than that.”<br/><br/>     Kal snarled and jerked his arms downward, causing Chris’s head and torso to jerk down with them. Superman’s left knee rose so swift and strong that it connected with Chris’s head, ripping it clean off. The man’s head went flipping into the air, and it freakishly started to grow a spine stem before bones, muscle fibers, and organs started to grow from it. Kal gawked at the phenomenon. Was this what happened when one put the simulator at the highest setting? Chris’s head grew back on his shoulders. His chin was resting against Kal’s knee as his brown eyes lifted up at him.<br/><br/>     “Well that wasn’t very nice.”<br/><br/>     Kal’s mouth was hanging open in shock. The second Chris finished forming in time to land back on the ground. He landed in a crouch, his hand planted against the street. He stood to his feet and threw his head back in laughter as he pointed, “Look at his face!”<br/><br/>     Both Chrises laughed and Kal scowled. “That’s all right. Laugh. You just gave me more butt to kick.”<br/><br/>     Two red beams shot from his eyes into the eyes of the Chris on his knee.</span>