Teuton swings wide, no technique at all to the blow. He's obviously not used to fighting with anything other than brute strength. However, the way he pushed through the heat vision, burns on his arms aside, and his build suggest that he doesn't usually need to worry about such things.
The Commander swears again, shaking his head and turning back to the more important matter at hand. He turns back to Apollo with a scowl. "Now, before I was so rudely..." He's interrupted by the sound of snapping metal, chain links dropping to the floor. Before he can react, Apollo's whirling around, swinging the length of heavy chain at his face. It catches the smaller man across the face, knocking him to the side for a bit.
Apollo stands, chains dangling from his wrists, and weaves a little. He doesn't have much in him right now, not after the beatings he's been taking. He spares Supergirl a quick glance, but has to hope she's good enough to handle Teuton on her own. As the Commander tackles him, well. He's got his hands full.
Kara Zor-El has some advantages that a lot of others haven't so much had.
She's been trained by Superman. By Batman. By Wonder Woman. She's sparred with Starfire, talked strategy with Donna Troy, and learned from Stargirl and Wonder Girl. She's taken notes from Grace and Nightwing.
Kara, though without her Kryptonian superpowers, was nowhere near alone.
She'd brought her teachers with her.
And she was using their training to full advantage.
A good thing about the beatings he'd taken, the nerves in Apollo's face are practically dead. He doesn't feel it when the Commander punches him, but the Commander sure feels it when Apollo puts him through the table and stomps him in the fork. He trips Apollo up, knocking his knees out from under him, and rolls on to the bigger man's back, yanking his head up by his hair and looping an arm under Apollo's neck.
Critical mistake. It's uncomfortable, but Apollo doesn't need to breathe. As soon as he feels the pressure, he stops breathing. He swings his arm up, whipping the chains still attached to it around the Commander's neck, and yanks. A sharp crack fills the room, and the Commander goes limp. Apollo stands, rubbing his throat, and glances at Teuton.
Teuton is strong. He's tough. But he's totally unskilled and rather slow, making him ripe pickings for the swift and well-trained Supergirl. He hasn't noticed his comerade's sudden demise, instead expending all of his energy by trying to hit the girl with solar vision, smashing holes in the walls, anything to connect. He's ripe for taking down, especially when Apollo jumps on his back and hooks a finger into each of his nostrils, yanking his head up and exposing his throat to Supergirl.
Apollo hopes he doesn't have to tell the girl what he expects her to do. After all, Teuton's just a cheap knockoff.
And Supergirl knows exactly what to do with cheap knockoffs. (You know, as long as she's in a position where she's not feeling like the cheap knockoff of Power Girl.) Still, while she fights, out of the corner of her eye, she watches Apollo. He's good. Like, really good. Despite all of her training, Kara could still probably stand to learn something from him.
Later, though.
Kara locks eyes with Apollo and gives him a slight nod before whirling around and striking at Teuton's nerves before jabbing him in the throat. It's nowhere near enough to kill him. It's more than enough to take him down though.
Apollo learned to fight dirty from the biggest bastard of them all. When it comes to dirty fighting, it's one of the things he knows best. Which fits well, since all of his other skills are basically brawling and street fighting.
When Teuton drops, unconscious, Apollo climbs off, swaying a bit. He grabs a wall to keep standing. Teuton may or may not be dead, but he's pretty sure Supergirl, with the ability to fight like that, killed him. The fact that she didn't try doesn't even cross his mind. "C'mon." He says, jerking his head toward the door. "We've got to get out of here before Last Call comes back."
She'd forgotten for a moment that this was all some horrible nightmare coming true. She nods. She can tell him later that all of this was some horrible dream. A nightmare, really.
"I'll be fine once I get some sunlight," he says as he pushes through the hall. He stumbles a bit, and his face still looks like well-pounded hamburger, but he's making his way down the hall. It's long, metal, with no seeming end in sight, and one 'wall' is taken up by windows showing what should be a familiar sight to Supergirl, after so long on Stacy.
The Bleed.
"Unfortunately, the Carrier isn't responding. I think that little Japanese bitch did something." One more reason to melt her fucking face the next time he sees her. If he were alone, he'd leap into the Bleed and take his chances there, but he's not sure what, if anything, the blonde can do. He hasn't introduced himself yet, and he speaks like he expects her to know who he is, and what the Carrier is. "Have you heard from the Midnighter yet?"
"Sunlight would be good," Kara agreed. "Get some power back into my system." Because yellow sunlight is what Kryptonians thrived on to get some power in their cells. "I haven't, no. Then again, I don't really know him," she replies. "Back in there, that fight...whatever happened to you. You know that was a nightmare that just gained solidity, right?"
He blinks at her in surprise, then chuckles a bit, wincing at the pain the laugh causes. Someone with the same power source as him? Sure, whatever. "I think you're a little confused, Miss."
He stops and leans against a wall. "This is the Carrier. That fake Authority may have turned it into some kind of nightmare, but I think I know my home."
"Kara," she replied. "My name is Kara. And no, I'm pretty sure that this was all a dream." She looked around. "Wasn't...it?" Good Rao, this was some confusing stuff.
"Kara. Hi, Kara." He manages a little wave. Nightmare or not, he's been worked over pretty heavily. He pushes away from the wall and starts walking again. "I'm Apollo. You knew that, I'm just babbling right now, excuse me." He peers over his shoulder, focusing on her for a moment. "What makes you think this is some kind of dream, anyway? I'm pretty sure I'm not this fucked up."
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At all.
Kara frowned.
Guess I'm just like everyone else now, she thought. Thank Rao for Amazon training.
She rushed the one called Teuton.
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The Commander swears again, shaking his head and turning back to the more important matter at hand. He turns back to Apollo with a scowl. "Now, before I was so rudely..." He's interrupted by the sound of snapping metal, chain links dropping to the floor. Before he can react, Apollo's whirling around, swinging the length of heavy chain at his face. It catches the smaller man across the face, knocking him to the side for a bit.
Apollo stands, chains dangling from his wrists, and weaves a little. He doesn't have much in him right now, not after the beatings he's been taking. He spares Supergirl a quick glance, but has to hope she's good enough to handle Teuton on her own. As the Commander tackles him, well. He's got his hands full.
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She's better than good enough.
Kara Zor-El has some advantages that a lot of others haven't so much had.
She's been trained by Superman. By Batman. By Wonder Woman. She's sparred with Starfire, talked strategy with Donna Troy, and learned from Stargirl and Wonder Girl. She's taken notes from Grace and Nightwing.
Kara, though without her Kryptonian superpowers, was nowhere near alone.
She'd brought her teachers with her.
And she was using their training to full advantage.
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Critical mistake. It's uncomfortable, but Apollo doesn't need to breathe. As soon as he feels the pressure, he stops breathing. He swings his arm up, whipping the chains still attached to it around the Commander's neck, and yanks. A sharp crack fills the room, and the Commander goes limp. Apollo stands, rubbing his throat, and glances at Teuton.
Teuton is strong. He's tough. But he's totally unskilled and rather slow, making him ripe pickings for the swift and well-trained Supergirl. He hasn't noticed his comerade's sudden demise, instead expending all of his energy by trying to hit the girl with solar vision, smashing holes in the walls, anything to connect. He's ripe for taking down, especially when Apollo jumps on his back and hooks a finger into each of his nostrils, yanking his head up and exposing his throat to Supergirl.
Apollo hopes he doesn't have to tell the girl what he expects her to do. After all, Teuton's just a cheap knockoff.
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Later, though.
Kara locks eyes with Apollo and gives him a slight nod before whirling around and striking at Teuton's nerves before jabbing him in the throat. It's nowhere near enough to kill him. It's more than enough to take him down though.
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When Teuton drops, unconscious, Apollo climbs off, swaying a bit. He grabs a wall to keep standing. Teuton may or may not be dead, but he's pretty sure Supergirl, with the ability to fight like that, killed him. The fact that she didn't try doesn't even cross his mind. "C'mon." He says, jerking his head toward the door. "We've got to get out of here before Last Call comes back."
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"Are you alright?" she asks as they head out.
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The Bleed.
"Unfortunately, the Carrier isn't responding. I think that little Japanese bitch did something." One more reason to melt her fucking face the next time he sees her. If he were alone, he'd leap into the Bleed and take his chances there, but he's not sure what, if anything, the blonde can do. He hasn't introduced himself yet, and he speaks like he expects her to know who he is, and what the Carrier is. "Have you heard from the Midnighter yet?"
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He stops and leans against a wall. "This is the Carrier. That fake Authority may have turned it into some kind of nightmare, but I think I know my home."
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