[ Kenyan Grassland, At Kenyan Border, Africa ]
Storm hovered high in the sky like a furious goddess. Her white eyes glowed with electric wrath, her hair whipping around her like lightning threads caught in the wind. Bolt after bolt rained down from the heavens, hammering Juggernaut's helmet with thunderous crackles. The air vibrated with electric pressure. One bolt. Two. Three. After the fourth, Juggernaut staggered—not stopped, but dazed, blinking like a man who'd taken a shot of moonshine straight to the skull.
One or two, he could shrug off like summer rain. But a relentless barrage? Even his magically-enhanced skull wasn't numb enough to ignore that. Bolts danced across his crimson helmet and scorched his skin, numbing his limbs and rattling his balance.
Daisy didn't waste the moment.
Sword in hand, shield strapped to her arm, she moved like vengeance incarnate—silent, sharp, and surgical. Her blade sliced across Juggernaut's right thigh from the side. A metallic screech rang out, and the giant flinched. Not much—but enough.
Before he could even register the pain, Daisy's longsword whipped forward again, this time striking the front of the same thigh. Flesh split. Muscle tore. The same wound screamed open wider. Juggernaut bellowed in agony, his roar shaking the valley floor like a small quake.
He snapped out of his daze—but too late. Daisy swung for his wrist, the tip of her adamantium blade whistling through the air. Juggernaut's hand closed around the weapon mid-strike, gripping it with intent to crush.
Bad idea.
His eyes widened as the unbreakable metal bit into his palm, refusing to yield. Blood leaked between his fingers. He screamed again—rage mixed with pain—and yanked the blade toward him, hoping to rip it from her grip.
She let go.
The sword flew thirty meters, clanging to the ground like a bell of war. Juggernaut roared and spun to backhand her, but she was already rolling under the blow, agile as a shadow. In one smooth motion, she slid her hand to the holster on her thigh, drew her adamantium dagger, and drove it behind his knee.
Juggernaut howled and lurched forward. Daisy was gone again—reappearing at his flank, blade slicing toward tendon. She struck. Dodged a grab. Duck. Slice. Duck again.
Each strike carried precision, grace, and intent. She moved like a phantom, high agility letting her dance just outside his reach while leaving behind gashes.
Juggernaut kept trying to snatch her. Crush her. Each time his hands closed, she was already gone, leaving behind nothing but pain and blood.
Above, Storm rejoined the fray, launching another barrage of lightning bolts. But her control—newly awakened and still growing—was raw, unpredictable. One bolt singed too close, forcing Daisy to somersault to safety.
"Watch it!" Daisy barked up.
"Then stay still!" Storm snapped back, frustration edged with worry.
The only thing missing was dramatic background music. Sadly, this wasn't a movie — and Storm's bolts, while stunning, weren't considerate enough to come with a rhythm. They also weren't perfectly accurate. Storm had improved, yes, but the occasional misfire kept Daisy light on her toes for more than one reason.
They double-teamed Juggernaut like seasoned war generals. Lightning cracked. Shockwaves rippled. Juggernaut bled from a dozen gashes—but his absurd regeneration kept sealing each one shut, like reality refusing to stay wounded.
Realizing his charge wasn't working against opponents this nimble and coordinated, Juggernaut switched tactics. He began throwing heavy punches and ruthless kicks. Daisy, ever the tactician, met his fist with her shield — a deflective clash that sent vibrations up her arms. She spun with the force, slicing at his exposed wrist in the counter.
Finally, with a guttural roar, Juggernaut smashed his fist into the ground.
The impact rippled outward in a concussive shockwave. Earth cracked. Grass tore free. Daisy threw her shield up just in time as she was blasted few steps back.
Her body slightly ached. Her arms buzzed from the shockwave. Dirt caked her uniform. But nothing was broken.
She looked up—and he was already on her.
Suddenly, his speed surged. A freight train of rage.
"RAHHHH!" Juggernaut's howl ripped through the battlefield, his eyes blazing with animal rage. Balance forgotten, he bent his knees and launched forward in a brutal header — a full-body tackle using his skull like a battering ram.
Unorthodox. Effective.
The rhythm of battle fractured. Daisy barely had a second to react before the mountain of rage was upon her. She slammed her shield into place and braced herself — left leg forward, right leg behind, arms raised in a cross-guard.
The impact was earth-shaking.
The blow landed with the force of a missile. Her dagger flew from her grip. The world spun. She flew like a ragdoll caught in a hurricane—full 150 meters—tumbling like a ragdoll in a storm. Seven, eight somersaults spun her across the field before she crashed into the earth with bone-jarring force. The ground cratered beneath her.
Storm screamed her name from above. "Daisy!"
He hadn't even built momentum — that was just raw bounce and weight. A few hundred tons of hate slamming into her at close range. Fortunately, she'd taken the worst of it on her shield, reinforced wrist guards, and frankly, her own enhanced physique. The only reason she was sent flying? Her mass didn't match her power output.
No trees in her path, thankfully. Just pain, dirt, and humiliation.
Blood trickled from the corner of her lip. She wiped it with her thumb, pushed up to one knee, and steadied her shield.
Juggernaut wasn't done.
Storm retaliated with more lightning. This time he didn't even flinch. He was too far gone into berserker rage. He charged—each step faster, heavier, louder.
Daisy pushed herself up, teeth clenched.
Her body ached. Her head throbbed. But her eyes… her eyes burned with fire.
She looked at her glowing wristbands—silver laced with pulsing blue energy.
"Let's see how you run," she muttered under her breath, "when you've got no ground to run on."
She smirked. "It's shockwave time."
She crossed her wrists and slammed them together.
The vibration detonated instantly—controlled and channeled through her powers. A massive blue shockwave shot outward, splitting the earth in a jagged line toward Juggernaut. It hit him square in the chest just as he was mid-charge.
Juggernaut took the full brunt of it. The force hit like a celestial slap, and throwing him ten meters in the sky.
Storm, seeing the opportunity, unleashed her largest bolt yet—a searing lance of pure lightning. It struck Juggernaut in the back, sending him hurtling toward Daisy.
"Idiot," Daisy hissed, narrowing her eyes. "Can't fly, can't think. You really picked the wrong playground."
She raised her arms—this time not to block, but to strike. Her wristbands pulsed. She slammed the ground.
Shockwave.
Juggernaut was sent flying back toward Storm.
Storm followed suit—this time switching from thunder to tempest, summoning a vicious cyclone under him. A howling gust roared, lifting him further up — limbs flailing like a marionette caught in a child's tantrum.
She used a controlled wind blast. Not enough to devastate the land, but enough to carry him straight back to Daisy.
Back and forth they went—wind and vibration playing like ping-pong with a 900-pound battering ram. Juggernaut was nothing but a screaming, spinning, bleeding pinball of fury and confusion.
Each time he tried to stabilize, Daisy's shockwaves threw him off. Each time he tried to hit the ground running, Storm's winds lifted him into the air.
But Storm's gale came with a price.
She couldn't risk too much wind — the land would pay the price. Juggernaut, in full combat mode, easily weighed over a thousand kilos. Lifting him took force. That force spread. The weather went haywire. The battlefield began to tremble. The Dora Milaje sprinted back to the Wakandan jet, shielding their eyes from dust and debris. Mercenaries tied themselves with belts, daggers jammed into the dirt, few even hugged trees, trying not to be flung across the savanna.
T'Challa and Batroc? Hugged a tree each — and in a hilarious twist, kicked at each other while clinging to their respective trunks as the storm winds nearly tore them from the ground.
Storm's control was precise, but not perfect.
BOOM!
Juggernaut finally fell — not with grace, but sheer gravitational insult.
He stood up.
Dazed. Stumbling. Eyes rolling like a drunk. Blood poured down his temple. He wobbled.
Daisy was already ready. She was already running toward him—no sword, no shield.
Just rage.
Her fists glowed with blue energy, crackling with vibration power. Her legs shimmered with the same aura, every step a controlled burst of speed. She left behind a trail of blue shimmer as she sprinted.
Juggernaut saw her coming, but his mind hadn't caught up.
Too slow.
Daisy's fist connected with an uppercut that cracked like a sonic boom. His head snapped back. He was launched into the air again.
Daisy's grin was all teeth. "Off the ground and nowhere to run. That's checkmate, big guy."
Storm blasted him from above. Sent him slamming to the ground.
Juggernaut hit the ground. The tremor sang through the soil. And then—
BAAANG!
Another glowing punch. Another flight path.
Daisy ran—and was there before he could recover.
They kept him airborne—Storm using precision lightning or wind bursts to throw him down at a distance. Daisy sprinting, catching up in seconds, and launching him skyward again with her fists.
And every time he tried to stabilize — Daisy was there. Fist glowing. Shockwave ready.
BOOM.
Again.
BOOM.
Again.
Rinse and repeat. A tactical game of hot potato — and Juggernaut was the unwilling spud.
Daisy wondered idly if his fancy helmet, which protected him from psychic attacks, could also protect him from the sheer dizziness of being spun like a blender setting.
Even a magically armored mind has its limits.
Juggernaut flailed, tried activating his boot thrusters, adjusting his center of gravity — but every time, Daisy shut him down with a shockwave punch.
Then came the final blow.
Daisy delivered a final, brutal punch—Juggernaut flew upwards.
Storm, breathless and shimmering with sweat, roared, summoning the sky itself. She channeled everything she had into a final wind surge, launching him higher—nearly 300 meters into the sky.
Daisy looked up, her body vibrating, wristbands glowing brighter than ever.
She launched herself after him.
500 meters. Higher. Faster. A blur of blue and silver.
She arced down, diving like a war missile, her body alight with vibrating fury.
Her fist slammed into his helmet with the force of a meteor.
The explosion of impact echoed across the valley.
Juggernaut hit the ground like a collapsing building. The earth shook. Birds scattered from miles around. Dust rose like a mushroom cloud.
Dizziness turned to unconsciousness. His eyes rolled back, limbs slackened.
Storm descended slowly, her cloak whipping in the wind.
She hovered beside Daisy, who stood over the crater—bruised, breathing hard, but standing.
Juggernaut was out cold.
Breathing, yes. Bleeding, slightly. But down? Absolutely.
Storm poked his ribs with her boot. "This guy's still alive?"
Daisy wiped dust from her cheek. "Apparently physics and humiliation aren't fatal."
They exchanged a look.
The next step? Dragging this brick with limbs back to Wakanda.
To Be Continued...
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