Yakov was training with Lisa's programmed robots to use for the Ukrainian as practice dummies. It was rather easy for him. He was punching, evading, and kicking these robotic servants of the child prodigy, and he wasn't kidding when he said that his father taught him a thing or two about fighting. Coming from a Red army soldier, anything could be possibly, especially one of Leon Trotsky's finest men in his platoon. For a man with a robotic, cybernetic body attached to his organic head, Yakov was doing well with these training - and no robots could possibly take damage when it comes to his metallic body.
Lincoln, Luna, Mason, and Sam were watching impressively at how well this man was fighting, despite his slightly old age.
Whenever robots tried punching or kicking him, the blows would work to no avail, for his armor was very strong and very durable. Turns out the only weakness this guy had was; his head since it is the only thing organic showing besides his visible guts showing under his armored body. It would be like the only weakness for a pangolin would be the snout since that mammal is almost completely covered in scales (minus the snout of course). "Wow, he is killing it out there." Luna said, looking impressed.
"I know!" Lincoln said. "I guess his robotic body gave him a more... advanced agility. I think that's what she calls it."
"Correct you are, Lincoln." Lisa said. "It surprises me to see how agile a slightly old male human can have a fighting spirit like this. I guess it's the blood inside of him, showing him a heart of a true Soviet. The Soviet Union may have died in 1991, but he still has the feeling."
"oui. Technically, he's Ukranian, Lisa. Ah, who am I kidding?" said Color Fire. "Ukraine was once part of the Soviet Union before it died."
Sam nodded her head before saying: "I agree. I forgot how awesome Russians and Soviets were."
Luna looked at Lincoln and she said: "Say dude," she said: "would you want to meet Leon?"
"Yeah, I don't know where he is, but I would love to meet him." Lincoln replied. "If Yakov says his son likes comic books and Ace Savvy like me and Clyde, then I definitely want to be his friend."
"What if we can find him?" Luna said.
"Well, it would sound hard." Sam said. "It would be a very thin chance we can find him here. For all we know, his son and ex-wife could live in another city or another state."
"Good point." said Lincoln.
"Lisa, do you think you can track him with a device? Or a drone?" Luna asked.
"I could do that, but I don't want to get in trouble with the fuzz." Lisa said. "The last thing I want is to do time in prison... or juvie since I am still in kindergarten."
"Fair enough." Lincoln said. "Maybe we might bump into Leon. Maybe?"
Luna was thinking about this, and she replied at last: "Maybe." they all continued watching Yakov perform such skills with his robotic body, and his impressiveness at hand-to-hand combat. He was using his metal, clawed hands to punch at the robots that Lisa made for him, and he was demolishing him with his greatly enhanced strength. The Ukranian man even used his right arm to pierce the center of the next robot's body with it, and it completely went through the mechanical dummy as if it meant nothing to his fists. The four kids looked way more impressed than they were before, and they even saw Yakov claw another opponent with his own claws like an African crowned eagle slicing at a baboon in the tree in the Democratic Republic of Congo.
Their jaws dropped at what they were witnessing and this couldn't be any more epic. Yakov was really slaughtering those robots with his techniques, and he pounded the last opponent to oblivion until there was nothing but piles of scrap from the robot dummy. "Wow." said all the kids in amazement.
"Well, these robots were nothing but playdates compared to what I have been through before." Yakov said, clasping his hands in victory. "I hardly broke a sweat."
"That was so awesome!" said Luna. "You were fighthin' like the trooper, or a true soldier."
Yakov smiled at being complimented like this. "Thank you, Luna. My father taught me all he could about fighting any opponents. I also took classes in fencing and trained in the US military during Iraq.
"Can you be any more incroyable?" asked Mason
"Well, you're not the only one to say that about me, Mason." Yakov remarked. "So, how do we know when there is trouble in the whole city?"
"Trouble usually comes to us, dude." Luna said. "Although there could be a bank robbery, or a break-in at someone's house. You'll never know when something will happen."
"Luna is right." Mason remarked. "crimes can be unpredictable, like people having heart attacks, or a stroke."
"Jackal said he would call you when he says he has a job for you, right?" Sam asked him
"Da. He said that. I just want him to keep his end of the bargain."
"I'm sure he will." Luna urged. "Just give him some time. And what about your face? I was thinking you could have some helmet or something to protect it from bullets or swords trying to cut your head off."
"Nah. I will not worry about that. Besides, it will be hard to cover my metallic body. Secret identity or not, people will know who I am either way."
"Another good point." Lincoln said.
Suddenly, Yakov's phone rang and he answered it. "Ah, Yakov. Glad that you could get a hold of me." It was Jackal.
"Ah, it's you." Yakov recognized. "What is it?"
"We have got word of an armed robbery in the Michigan Cent factory. Hostages being held by some armed men looking like British Redcoats."
"I see. I will be there." then he hung up.
"Redcoats?" Mason asked. He didn't know what the people were, but then a look of irritation appeared on his face. "Oh no. I think I know who is behind this robbery." The French-American hero even facepalmed himself at the guess.
"The Duke?" Luna asked, not looking amused.
"Oui. It is the one and only."
"Who is he?" asked Sam.
"Color Fire's arch-enemy." Lincoln replied.
"And a man from the planet Crazy-tron!" Mason added. "He thinks he is better than everybody els . And he despises anything French and American. Duke is also a descendant of the Duke of Wellington. It's where he got his name from."
Sam had her left eyebrow raised. "He does sound crazy. But he can't be as crazy as Living Taser and Hairdoom."
Luna, Lincoln, and Mason scoffed. "Nah, he's not that crazy. Those guys were insane and psychopathic maniacs." Lincoln said.
"Just a pair of mentally deranged human beings that are beyond any mental help." Lisa added. "I have heard about what those two are capable of when it comes to unstable behavior. Duke seems more like a charismatic, pompous man who is slightly mentally ill, and a bitter man."
"Well, come on. We have to stoo him." Mason said. "Allez! Vite!" The five heroes rushed off and went to the Cent factory to stop the chaos. Lisa stayed behind to clean up the mess that Yakov caused her during training.
The child prodigy sighed and she knew it would be a lot of work repairing these robot dummies for any future training. "Oh. By Einstein's Mustache," she sighed to herself. "I can repair them but it will take a little time. Still, Yakov was giving quite an impressive stature in his combat training. I will give him full credit for that." then she began working on repairing all the destroyed robots that the strong Soviet man had turned into a mini-junkyard within the backyard. It might look like a lot of work for Lisa to put all back together. But she is a genius inventor, so her braincells weren't going anywhere out of her head any time soon.
Lincoln was riding with Luna on an ice slide, Mason and Sam were flying, and Yakov was driving in his old monte carlo car to the Cent Factory. Luna wondered if Duke had any henchmen on him at all, for most supervillains have henchmen to do dirty work for them. So they had to prepare for the worst. Whatever the Duke is capable of, he could be dangerous, even though he sounds a little insane.
When they got their, they saw a draft horse outside of the factory, and two men guarding the entrance to the Cent factory. They looked a little intimidating, but they looked like British soldiers from the American Revolution or the war of 1812. "Oui, it's the Duke in there alright." said Mason.
"No problem. We can take these guys." Sam said, readying her electricity.
Luna readied her ice, Mason readied his fire, and Lincoln readied his beam sword and laser gun. Yakov got out of the car and after the others landed on the ground, Yakov said to the kids, "not to worry, my friends," he then cracked his knuckles under his bio-suit. "I will deal with them."
He walked over to the men casually, not looking ready for a fight, and the two men stopped in front of him with Bren machine guns pointed at him. "Not so fast, sir!" said the first guard. "This does not concern you."
"Yeah, you go back to the scrapyard from wence you came, sir roboto." said the second guard.
"Very well, but there is something you should know before you leave."
"We're listening," the first guard said. He had his comrade decided to hear what Yakov had to say, and before they knew it, they felt their heads being clasped by a hand on one side, and they felt their heads collided with one another. Turns out that; the bio-human performed a double knockout with these two guards.
The other four heroes rushed up to the entrance and Lincoln said: "that was cool, Yakov. Wait, you didn't kill them, did you?"
"No, of course not, Lincoln. They are only stunned. Besides, I know the kind of strength I need to kill a person."
"Well, come on dudes," Luna said, "time for some action. Here, let me get the door open for us." she raised her hands at the door, and used her powers to freeze a portion of it, and Mason promptly kicked it, breaking parts of the door into pieces so that they could all get inside.
Once in, there was the Duke himself watching his henchmen hauling some bags of money outside the factory. "Put some back into it, you blightas!" he ordered. "It will only be a matter of time before the law comes."
"Too late for that!" Lincoln shouted.
The villain and his goons looked back and they saw the heroes. "Ah, Color Fire and Luna Frost. We meet again at last." Duke sounded rather confident with his hands behind his back. "I have plans to make some big bucks, and I am not going to allow a bunch of Americans, or a French-American ruin my plans!"
"I am not American." said Yakov.
"Whatever. Men, attaaaaack!"
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Many henchmen came up to the heroes with their swords in hands, and Luna froze a portion of these so-called redcoats into submission. She froze another group and began dodging some others and fighting many more of them.
Sam found herself electrocuting a lot of the henchmen with her powers, and some of them were twitching on the ground in a funny manner with their eyes crossed. Mason was punching and kicking a lot of his enemies, and did a few flips as a person would see from the Matrix films. Mason also used his fire powers with his fists and kicks to make them more powerful.
Not only that, but he knocked back a brutish goon that looked like a British juggernaut trooper with a large ax with his left hand with green fire in his fist, knocking him through a few barrels.
As for Lincoln, he was fighting some of the henchmen with his own heam sword. Unsurprisingly, his blade cut through many swords, and he was sword-fighting some Redcoats with more durable swords. Overwhelmed with many troops fighting him at the same time, he pulled out his laser gun and zapped some of them out of commission.
Suddenly, Lincoln found himself fighting face-to-face with Duke himself
"Tell me boy, have you ever tried swordplay before?" he asked with a smug look on his face.
"Well, I've played virtual reality swordplay if that counts."
"I wish it would. En garde, lad!" Then he was seinging his British brigadier sword against Lincoln's beam sword. The boy was trying so hard to fight off the Duke with some blows, but after about five strikes, Duke managed to overpower Lincoln by swinging his sword out of his hand, and pointing his own sword at him. "Hahaha! Was that a sword? Or a toy?" he taunted flatly.
"It was a regular beam sword."
"Hmm. Perhaps riding a bicycle would be a... wiser vacation for you, boy. Any last words before I... you know?"
"Not so fast!" Luna said. She rushed to Lincoln's aid by pulling out an ice sword and locked herself with Duke in a sword fight between themselves. "No crazy creep lays a hand on my little bro!" She was lasting longer against the Duke compared to Lincoln.
Still, this English lunatic was starting to overpower Luna since he seemed to he more experience with a blade than she was. Color Fire noticed that his friend was slightly in trouble and he went to her aid after.
"Don't you ever see a psychiatrist, you crazy old lunatique?" Mason asked
"Oh... once every three months." the villain replied flatly. "Why?"
"Go get your money back!" then he began punching and kicking the Duke in many parts of his body and Color Fire was evading many sword swings from Duke. Before the lunatic knew it, he felt his stomach being kicked by his arch nemesis with full force.
Something caught the villain by the cape and it revealed to be Yakov. "Going somewhere?" Yakov asked with a sneer.
"Heeeeeeelp!" the old man shouted a the top of his lungs. Several of his henchmen rushed forward with swords in their hands to go to their boss's aid. This caused Yakov to immediately out down the crazy old man, and he was fighting with many henchmen. When the soldier-like goons were trying to slash at the Ukrainian man, their swords didn't slash through his metal body, and it was like trying to slash them through a very strong concrete pillar wide and round.
Instead of using a sword or a blade, the cybernetic man used his arms to block incoming blows, and used his strength to push one enemy into a small group of seven more of them with his two hands, knocking them all out.
"No one provokes me." he said flatly. Something had hit Yakov's face, and it was a brutish soldier that looked muscular and tall as Yakov. While the blow did hurt, Yakov suffered way more painful things that what this man had inflicted, and he slowly turned his head over to the brute. "That was a terrible mistake." he said with his eyes rolling and cracking his knuckles again.
He punched at the brutes face, and the enemy retaliated by punching Yakov in the stomach countess times, but it didn't hurt him one bit. This brute tackled Yakov by surprise and began punching his face continuously.
Thanks to Yakov's immense strength, he used his leg to kick the goon off of him into one of the ceiling lights and crashed down on the floor. The brute was dizzy after getting up, but he said: "you call that a punch? My grandmother hits harder than you! Just want until I shoot you into oblivion!"
"Well, I am certain my grandmother hits harder than yours, sir." He finished the brute off by using a powerful lunch with his right arm, and it made this strong enemy spin around in circles continuously, getting more and more dizzy. Right as he stopped spinning, the man had his eyes rolling with stars around his head. "Put another shrimp on the barbie." he giggled before passing out on his back.
Nice punch, Yakov." Sam commended the new hero.
"Thank you. Nothing I cannot handle."
Duke was quietly sneaking away from the heroes, but Mason caught him by trying to land knew of the henchmen's swords against the Duke, and the were locking blades with one another, blocking many blows to prevent the blade of their enemy from touching their skin.
This battle was getting heated and Mason was locking his own sword with Duke, both of them growling and gritting their teeth at knew another. "You are quite the fighter and fencer, aren't you, Color Fire?"
"Ask anyone about that."
Color Fire's nemesis tried swinging his blade in a wide range with a powerful swing, but Mason was quick and he did an athletic backflip with the sword barely a few inches away from his face.
"Prepare toi, Duke." Mason said. "Vous rencontrerez votre fin!"
"You make me sick, boy." He was fighting more fiercely than normally against his enemy, but Mason parried and he kicked Duke in the face three times with powerful kicks, making Duke fall out of balance and staggering on the ground with his sword and Bicorn flying off of him. "Etes-vous pret à abandonner, monsieur?"
"Help! Guards! Help me out here and deal with these losers!"
"Who will come to help you?" Luna asked, "we took out your buddies."
It was just then the police came and stormed the cent, arresting the henchmen left and right without question. From behind the other officers was Chief Duncan, walking with swag and having sunglasses over his eyes while looking firm and serious. "Men, help any hostage and untie them and escort them outside after." he ordered his platoon.
He noticed the kids and Yakov and walked up to them. "Just in time, chief." Sam said. "Not a moment too soon.
"Perfect." and he looked at Yakov. "And while might you be?"
"Call me Yakov." said he. "I know I look like a freak, but I helped put a stop to this mayhem."
"I'm not calling you a freak, mister Yakov." Duncan flatly said. "I'm glad another super is in Royal Woods. As long as people are safe and everything is at peace, that is what matters."
"You should see how he fights." said Lincoln. "He was pounding many bad guys here and there, and he didn't break a sweat."
"Ah, I wouldn't be too overconfident with myself." the man was being modest.
"Well, that is impressive." the second policeman next to the chief remarked.
Suddenly, some TV reporters with cameras came in the building and saw the heroes, probably asking for an interview with them all. "Sir, we have to know." said the reporter to Yakov, "we have seen you fight in the factory like that, but we want to know your name."
"Guys! Guys! Guys!" Duncan intervened. "You can't just go this without permission! Get outta here!"
The reporters and cameramen just walked away, grumbling to themselves.
"Thank you. I know I want to he accepted, but I don't want any cameras being shoved in my face like a movie star on the red carpet."
"Anytime, Yakov."
The Duke had bend arrested and all the goons were taken to custody, along with the hostages free. Many of the former-bound employees of the Cent walked up to the kids and congratulated them for saving the place. "Sir, we cannot thank you enough for the help." said the manager. "I was watching the whole fight when you took down the large brute guy."
"What's your name, sir?" asked a female employee.
Yakov felt happy to be accepted by some people like this, and he realized that the kids' words were true about people not as harsh about ethics as much as it used to be. "Call me the Steel Soldier." he said.
"Steel Soldier?" Lincoln said. "I like it."
"Well, Steel Soldier," said the Manager. "Can we all have autographs from you and the kids here?"
"Of course."
"Dude, we are always held for signing for adoring fans." Luna remarked.
