Authors note: So, this is my first fanfiction posted here. I have more chapters in the works, if you are interested, and I promise there will be more of a plot developing later. In essence, this is myself practicing how to write fight scenes. If you have any questions, helpful advice or complaints, feel free to leave a review - just knowing that someone actually read this and did not just click on it by accident would mean a lot to me.

Warning: this story contains graphic violence, this chapter especially. If you've read Tokyo Ghoul, it shouldn't come as a surprise, but anything involving Kaneki often ends up a bit gory.

Well, uh... Enjoy.

Sihelaz

The group was called The Avengers. Kaneki had read quite a lot about them since Goat's arrival in the New World. They were a mismatched team of humans and demihumans focused on combatting supernatural and extraterrestrial threats that the rest of the world were not prepared for. They were also an American intelligence unit with no respect for borders or international law. The group seemed to constantly be making and developing their own enemies, putting thousands of innocent lives and millions of dollars in property at risk every time they left their front door.

These were the people most likely to approach Goat, according to their research. They had looked closely at every member, finding videos and even fansites describing their powers in details so they would know how to fight them. The Counter-Plan was simple: pick out one to three people to counter each of the Avengers while the rest evacuate and go into hiding.

Amon had the strength needed to fight Captain America, plus the restraint to keep the man alive if they wanted to. Mado insisted to come with him, and who was he to refuse her? Black Widow appeared to be a normal human, but Kaneki had assigned the Gas Masks to her anyway - better safe than sorry. Hawkeye nearly always attacked from a distance, and had been assigned a fast fighter in Irmi Kaya. Iron Man was a tougher opponent because he could fly, but they eventually settled with Kurona and Nishio, a rinkaku and a bikaku with long reach. Takizawa, Naki and the White Suits would focus on Thor (you never know when your opponent is a god), while Kaneki himself would try his hand at the Hulk.

The Hulk was the only one Kaneki was not certain if they could beat. He was rumored to be able to grow infinitely strong along with his anger. Infinite strength was nothing to sneeze at, especially not accompanied by apparently impenetrable skin and a healing factor unheard of by even the strongest ghoul. The only way to beat him would be if kagune could pierce his skin.

According to Nishio-senpai, the chances were good. He guessed the gamma radiation Doctor Banner had been subjected to had mutated the natural RC cells in every human to the point where he gained the same hardened skin as a ghoul. If he'd had a kakuhou, he'd probably be the strongest ghoul possible in theory. Mutating the already existing RC cells was an entirely different thing from having many of them. One cannot create more of them simply by being angry, so the skin should not get harder even if he gets angrier.

That was what Kaneki kept telling himself as he faced down the giant green creature that had jumped straight through a concrete wall into their headquarters.

"Retreat!" He ordered the men behind him, who obeyed immediately and disappeared through the door behind him towards the escape tunnel. "Doctor Banner; if you are still in there, I'd like to say I do not wish to fight you." He had switched to English now, and although he had an accent it was perfectly understandable. To anyone except the giant beast, of course. At least I tried, Kaneki thought as he dodged a green fist.

There was no point in saving his strength. The longer the fight went on, the stronger his opponent would get. Time to test Nishio-senpai's theory. It took a lot of force, but once he had hardened his rinkaku into a blade he managed to pierce the green skin of the giant's back. It struck him that this had probably never happened to the Hulk before. The man had experienced the pain of having entire buildings collapse on him, but there was something special about the feeling of a blade piercing the skin and muscle and being inside you.

Apparently, the Hulk agreed, and before Kaneki had time to dodge, he was sent flying across the room, ending unceremoniously inside a wall. He climbed out, feeling his bones twist into place again and the massive internal bleeding be plugged and healed. He felt tired already, and the pain in his eye told him he was crying black tears again. Touka is going to kill me. He couldn't have let anyone else fight this opponent - they'd be crushed in an instant, but he was starting to wonder if all this damage would knock years off of his lifespan even if he survived.

Can't die now. Too much to do. He dodged another fist and rolled over the floor, his kagune taking over for his arms and legs to jump out of the hole the Hulk made earlier. He needed more height if he was to get out of the giant's reach. Follow me. The giant did, knocking another hole in the wall on his way.

The rubble blinded him for a moment, just long enough for Kaneki to form a kagune cage around him, and just long enough for that cage to form eyes and mouths and take a hundred little bites. The resulting energy rush almost made him scream. The taste was tough and almost spoiled, but it felt like someone had just injected him with a dozen megadoses of adrenaline. By the time the Hulk had torn through his net, he already had every kagune available striking at him with blinding speed. Eight tentacles, his giant claw and a good dozen blades were all working at the same time, tearing into green flesh, splattering blood over the walls and ground.

Despite his best efforts, none of them reached deep enough before the wound healed and the Hulk grabbed onto his Kagune, swinging him into - through a wall, and then another one and another one.

The kagune dissipated and he was tossed down to the compound's courtyard, making a nice round hole for him to land in. He healed before the Hulk could hit him again, crawling around the giant's shoulder and grabbing onto his right arm - the one who had given him so much pain. You don't need this anymore. The new arm grew almost before Kaneki had ripped the old one off.

He was on the ground, and the fist hit him - crushed him, over and over again. He stopped thinking when his brain was nothing but mash, he stopped feeling when his nervous centre stopped firing, he stopped moving when he had no more limbs to move with. Yet for some reason, he did not die. His cells kept working, kept rebuilding despite knowing their days, hours, minutes were numbered.

"King!" The part of his brain that tackled hearing had regrown for a second while the Hulk focused on other parts of his body. Almost as if every fiber of his being existed to protect the child that had called out, the brain regrew in just the right places for him to understand that someone were in danger. He had to protect. He had to kill. The Hulk was done with him. The Hulk would kill someone he was protecting. He would fail. The Hulk had to die.

Moving was a funny thing. You just sort of thought about it, and then it happened. No matter how mashed, crushed, pulped he was, his muscles still existed without their bones, and he moved into position. He had eyes, and all they saw was his target, right above him, moving away.

He could not get away.

He didn't strike or cut. He rolled every limb, every tentacle, blade, claw, net and centipede arm, every bit of his life-force and energy into one spear that went all the way through the giant's back and poked through his chest. Then he moved them outwards, tearing, ripping the flesh apart so it couldn't heal. Green flesh, green blood, food rained from the sky, splattering him, healing him.

"King!" The child was still alive.

The enemy is dead. I did not fail.

Next chapter will be Irmi Kaya versus Hawkeye. I swear it will be better than it sounds. Stay tuned, hopefully.

Thank's for reading.

Sihelaz