Robert wiped the blood dripping from from his nose and over his lips, staining his hand as his clenched his fist tightly. He wasn't about to let himself get outshined by a Hill like this. He had to show off his stuff, even though he knew that fighting was the last thing Raymond would want him to do. Robert was a slave to the will of the unholy matron, but one aspect of his humanity that remained was his intense pride as a warrior. This was the only thing that the normally meek and low-confidence Robert allowed himself to take pride in, in fact. He stood up tall, awaiting the next attack from Hank. Hank watched the man get up, and noticed he seemed hardly phased by such an intense blow. This was unsurprising to the Arlen man, as anyone could see that Robert was built more sturdy than a brick house. Still, even a man of his stature should have taken a little longer to gain his bearings after being knocked silly. But Hank didn't have time to ponder the endurance and abilities of his opponent, he had to follow up on the momentum that he had given himself. He charged up his energy briefly, filling the air with a loud "bwah!" before launching himself at the gargantuan, attempting to deal him a blow straight to his face. Unfortunately, he was ready for this one, and rather than simply trying to block the attack, he met Hank's fist with his own. The force of two of the world's finest warriors colliding created a shockwave, clearing a nearby tree of most of its leaves and shaking the foundation of the fences on either side of the street(what's left the fence of the Hill residence, at least). Hank quickly hops away from Robert, holding his wrist in pain from meeting his blow head on. "He's got fists of stone, dammit.." Hank thought to himself, getting back into his combat position. He couldn't let that deter him however, and he charged the man again, this time trying to pummel his chest and stomach with a flurry of light blows.
Robert took the opportunity to show off that he wasn't all speed, dodging most of the dozens of strikes being thrown his way, blocking whatever proved to be just out of his zone of speed. Hank was faster than him, that was for sure. But not fast enough to secure a definitive advantage in the battle. As the final of Hank's many blows came straight for his stomach, Robert caught the propane salesman's fist, yanking on his arm as he brought his other fist straight into Hank's gut. Hank lost his breath, and gasped for air as he gripped his stomach, coughing his lungs out as Robert grabbed him by his head, throwing him towards the fence of Bill Dauterive's house. The slob of a man heard the destruction of his own fence, but couldn't muster the will to get out of his bed to investigate. "Is this really all the power that the Hills have these days? Cotton must be rolling in his grave."
Still coughing as he regained his breath, Hank shakily got up to his feet. His forehead had been cut open as a result of his collision with the fence, and with each cough a little blood came up. That Robert had only landed one blow on him, but he felt like his insides were completely rearranged. "You're gonna regret that, I tell you h'what!" Hank finally brought himself to his feet, and thought about his son, who had been cast down the hole Robert made in street. He wondered if Bobby could even survive falling down there. The idea of his boy dying because of this man in front of him brought his blood to a boil. He had to hurry and beat him so he could learn the fate of his son. "Bwaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Hank cried out, holding out his battle cry as his blue ki welled up around him, shooting out of his body and displaying his great power, which was being elevated by the intense bout of emotions going through his head. "My boy….my boy better be just fine mister, or I'll do a whole lot more than kick your ass!" Before he even finished speaking, he charged Robert once more, just as he did with his first attack. This time, Robert could barely lift his arm in time to block, and his body was sent sliding a good ten feet backwards as graveling shot up from the ground and his feet left giant tracks that dug into the street. "W-what is this?!" Robert cried out, only just now noticing that Hank had drawn his fist back for a second blow. This time Hank covered his first in his ki, and brought it straight down onto Robert's nose, leaving a hefty burn mark and forcing more blood to come out and spill over the giant's lips. Robert was sent rolling backward, but regained his composure, digging his feet into the ground, leaving yet more tracks in the ground as he slid even further backwards. Robert was losing ground fast, and the further he let himself be pushed, the further he got away from the hole he needed to escape into. Another blow came to his stomach, the ki burning through his shirt. But Robert brought both fists down into either side of Hank's head, who quickly grabbed his temples in pain. Robert quick brought a blast to his palm, and shot it into Hank's face, temporarily blinding the man and causing him intense pain. "I'd like to stick around, mistah Hill. But my brother is waiting for me!" Robert quickly sprinted past him, making it to the hole in the street, jumping down it with zero hesitation.
Disoriented, Hank looked all around the moment his eyesight was back. He saw that Robert was gone, and knew exactly where he had gone. He flew over to the hole, wasting absolutely no time in diving straight down it, letting himself free fall as he did. He couldn't see the bottom, nor could he see Robert falling. He must have been significantly ahead of him. He would just have to keep heading down.
Robert crashed down onto the floor of the unholy matron's underground temple, making a small crater in the ground. "Matron! Bring up your barrier!" he called out, still short of breath from his previous battle. He could see why the Hills were feared now. Once you stirred up their emotions, they were some of the deadliest fighters in the world. A dark energy shot over Robert, and created a seal over the hole that he had fallen down from, so as to prevent any intruders from breaking in.
Finally, Hank could see the bottom. But he could also see the barrier that would clearly prevent him from touching the ground, and he brought himself up straight from his nose dive. Stopping before making contact with the barrier. He had arrived only 30 seconds after Robert had landed. "Ever so sorry mistah Hill, but you're just a little too late." Robert said, holding his stomach to ease his pain now that he knew he was safe from Hank. "Damn it, what is this! Where is my boy!" Hank screamed, slamming his fist into the barrier, which effortlessly shot him back. "Looking for me, dad?.." Hank couldn't see what was going on in the room very well, but it was clear that was Bobby's voice. But something was wrong...it sounded...deeper. Darker, and more sinister. Soon, he came into view of the hole, with his arms crossed as he smirked up at his father. "Sorry, but this my home now. And the Romano's use charcoal."
"Charcoal?! How dare you poison my boy's mind like that!" Hank said, pounding the barrier again to no avail. Raymond soon approached the hole too. "I must say, I'm impressed. Robert will need awhile to recover from this. Luckily, we need time to train your son before we set out to destroy the remaining hills and conquer this miserable planet. But I'll cut you a deal, Hank. As you know, there is going to be a special tournament 6 months from now at the ruins of the old world martial arts tournament grounds. It will be a makeshift arena, but the purpose is try to keep the people interested in the sport while a new arena is built. Bobby will be there to show off his power, and we'll be there to scout out the power of the people. Be there if you want a chance to free your son from our grasp. "Six months?! Dammit, give me my boy!" Hank screamed, shooting a blast of energy at the barrier, creating a small explosion that kicked up a lot of smoke. Through the smoke, Hank could hear stone shifting, and when it cleared he saw the hole had been sealed. The barrier remained, so it there was no point in screaming at a wall. All he could do for now was go tell Peggy the bad news.