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Chapter 4: Reopening Old Wounds

From the very beginning, Kal knew this fight was going to be a hard one and that it would more than likely hurt… a lot.

But by Rao… he never thought it would hurt this much.

Every single punch he received from Mongol's humongous, gauntleted fists was like getting struck by Hephaestus's forging hammer again and again in an unrelenting barrage of brutal blows.

But that wasn't what hurt the most about this fight.

When the Intergalactic Warlord and the so-called Supreme Ruler of the former Kryptonian space station known notoriously across the universe as War World, had set his sights on the Planet Earth, in order to 'recruit' some more contestants for his Galactic Gladiator Games, namely the Last Kryptonian, the one known as Superman and his fellow superheroes.

Needlessly to say, he needed to be stopped and Kal knew deep down that he needed to be the one to stop him, because after dealing with the likes of Zeus, the King of the Greek Gods, Kal knew he had enough of tall, thundering tyrants in floating fortresses who thought they could toy with innocent lives for their own twisted amusement.

So, after allowing himself to be captured by Mongol's minions, he had 'wilfully' participated in the warlord's gladiatorial games to the cheers of a sadistic crowd and the prideful pleasure of another petty dictator, distracting both just long enough for his friends to come to the rescue via Zatanna's shadow magic portals, whilst he fought in numerous arena battles that were so brutal and bloody, Kal was sure Ares would have given them his approval.

Kal barely managed to repress the shudder that went through him at the unpleasant thought, after Mongol was defeated, Kal knew they would have to destroy War World, the fully weaponised space station was just too dangerous to leave in anyone's hands, even if it did once belong to his people, what's worse if Ares is ever found out about it…

Another shudder tore through the Kryptonian and he immediately stopped that train of thought in its tracks, Kal didn't even want to begin to think about what the God of War would do with such a powerful super weapon at his command, he had already seen what happened when an Olympian had access to Kryptonian powers at their fingertips.

When Kal had fought his way towards the retreating Mongol, he glanced around at the various battles taking place across the wrecked arena and was suddenly very glad he had gifted his friends with the weapons and tools he had received from the Greek Gods over the years on Themyscira.

While Kal did not doubt his teammates abilities in the slightest and knew they were all capable warriors in their own right, the added divine advantages had made the taking of the space station far easier for them than usual and had allowed him to go after Mongol himself without worrying if his allies needed his help.

Which he did, catching the Intergalactic Warlord just before he could make into his getaway ship and then blowing it up for good measure, making it perfectly clear to Mongol that he would have to go through him if he wanted to escape justice this day, which the enormous yellow alien had said that he would gladly do so in response.

It was there, inside the stations burning launch bay that their David and Goliath style battle finally took place, as War World was gradually being destroyed around them, falling victim to its own destructive power.

That's when things started getting hard for Kal… as well as painful.

Kal remembered how Apollo had once told him that back during the time of the Gigantomachy in Ancient Greece, that each of the Olympians had to fight a Giant that was their antitheses in battle, Hermes had Argus the Unblinking, Athena had Enceladus the Ingenious, Poseidon had Polybotes the Poisoner and Apollo himself had Porphyrion the Powerful.

Well, Mongul may not have been one of the Giants from Ancient Greece, but he was certainly large enough to be called a Giant in his own right, as he absolutely towered over even the tall Kryptonian and he was definitely turning out to be Kal's antithesis in every way.

Mongol, had skin as thick and tough as the long dead Stone Titan, Antaeus the Invincible and his punches hit Kal almost as hard as Hercules had when they had finally fought each other, almost anyway…

… still, in this case, almost was good enough to beat him nearly unconscious.

What's worse, Kal was already tired when their fight had begun, he had been fighting in arena battle after battle nearly all day, whilst Mongol had been watching him from his spectator box, clearly learning and memorising his fighting style, Kal wasn't even sure he had seen the Great Golden Golem get up from his seat more than once.

Now Kal was really starting to feel the strain of their battle while Mongol himself had barely broken a sweat, if his species of giant warmongering brutes could even sweat at all that is.

But still, that wasn't what hurt most of all about this particular fight for Kal.

No, what hurt the most for Kal, is what Mongol had told him as they were fighting, about the space stations security guards, the ones he had cutting down on his way to fight Mongol

All those relentless, unflinching soldiers he and his friends had been fighting through, they were all brainwashed into serving Mongol since childhood.

They hadn't been fighting solders, they had been fighting slaves, they hadn't been killing criminals, they had been killing… children…

…No… no, it couldn't be true, Mongol had to be lying to him, he just had to be…

Disgusted beyond belief, Kal remembered foolishly asking just how the Great Golden Golem could do such a sickening thing.

Mongol's answer struck Kal with a familiar sense of shock and horror.

"It wasn't that difficult, really." The disgusting yellowish alien said grinning dementedly at the beaten and bloodied Krypton now barely able to stand before him, as if he was proud of what he had done, which for the record Mongol was.

"Turning those little brats into my loyal attack dogs, pretty ingenious, right?" Mongol asked with a chuckle as though he had said something hilarious instead of horrific while he grabbed Kal by the throat in one of his huge fists.

"After all, children are such foolish, trusting little things, aren't they?" Mongol asked bringing Kal's glaring face so close to his grinning one that Kal could smell the warlord's foul breath, he had to do his best not gag from the stench.

"It's just a part of what makes them so easy to manipulate into the perfect killing machines, I suppose?" Mongol said almost philosophically before his horrid grin became even more so, something Kal didn't think was physically possible.

"But I'm sure you already know all about that." Mongol gave him a knowing smirk. "Don't you, your majesty."

Kal suddenly stopped struggling as his eyes widened at the awful realisation. He… He knows? How! How does he know! He can't! He can't! Unless… Unless somebody told him… Somebody I told…

The sudden bitterly, familiar feeling of betrayal stabbed through Kal's aching heart as an also hauntingly, familiar rage burned he hadn't felt since the War for Themyscira through his beaten body, all the while, he couldn't help but feel the hot burning tears fall down the sides of his face.

Mongol saw this and just laughed out loud. "Oh! What's wrong prince! Did I hit a nerve?" He asked mockingly as Kal started to struggle again, even more furiously than before, which just made Mongol laugh even harder.

"You think of yourself as some kind of a great hero, a sort of champion for this world, don't you Kryptonian?" Mongol asked leeringly, before throwing Kal into a pillar and watched in seeming satisfaction as the young Kryptonian fell to floor with a cry of pain, or was it another sob.

"But the truth is Superman." Mongol almost spat the name as he began to menacingly walk towards the downed hero who just lay there, staring vacantly at his slowly approaching demise. "Is that you are just another dog and you deserve to put down like one."

Kal could feel every thunderous step Mongol made towards him, see his steadily approaching booted feet heavily hit the ground with purpose, making it clear to the downed Kryptonian that the warlord fully intended on stomping his head into a bloody, pulpy, mess.

But strangely, he couldn't bring himself to care to much about it at that moment, for his mind had gone to other… darker places, with familiar voices.

It was the last voice he heard that finally broke Kal out of it though, just as he saw a grinning Mongol raise his huge right foot high, ready to bring it down atop his head.

"Let the Fires of Rao fuel your sword, Kal-El!" A familiar voice told him from the dark recesses of his mind… and so he did.

In that moment, time seem to slow down around them, because just as Mongol began bringing his foot down, Kal pulled Eclipse out from its scabbard, felt the blade ignite in fiery red light in his hand and swung it at Mongol's other exposed leg.

The flaming sword cut through heavy purple plated armour, tough yellow flesh, reinforced muscles and strong bones as though they were all nothing to its powerful heat, which they were.

Roaring in indescribable agony and like a freshly chopped down tree, Mongol fell back onto the launch bay floor with a mighty crash, scrambling desperately away from the now enraged Kryptonian, on his hands and remaining leg as best he could, while alien blood poured out of his new crippling wound.

Kal felt the warm, life essence splatter onto his face and was once struck by a familiar feeling of déjà vu of the sensation of being covered in his adversaries' blood, though this time, strangely, this time, he did not feel sick from it.

No, at that moment, the only thing that Kal felt was rage…

With hate in his eyes, blood on his face and a flaming sword in hand, Kal stood back up from where he had fallen and quickly advanced back towards crawling away Mongol, now towering over the clearly terrified tyrant, making sure to stomp on Mongol's severed leg on his way over just for good measure, reducing it to a pulpy mess.

Kal waited for Mongol to throw one last desperate punch at him before grabbing his huge, yellow fist in one hand and slicing the warlord's arm off at the elbow with a quick slash of his sword in the other.

He then threw the severed arm away like the garbage it truly was, before cutting off the other arm with another stroke of his flaming sword, he then resheathed Eclipse in its scabbard and grabbed onto Mongol's only remaining leg.

Kal pulled and pulled and pulled… until finally… the leg came right off, just like all the other limbs before it.

Disarmed in the most literal and bloodiest of ways possible, the now helpless Mongol could only scream and scream as Kal threw his ripped off leg over his shoulder before proceeding to violently, beat him to death.

Because unknowingly or not, Mongol had reopened some old wounds of his, and now…

… and now Kal, was going to open some new ones for him…

Greetings to all my fellow fanfic readers and writers, I hope you all enjoyed Super and Magical Moments Chapter 4: Reopening Old Wounds, please let me know what you think of this slightly upsetting chapter which reminds us just how painful it can be for us to reopen old wounds… especially for the ones who were stupid enough to open them.