Jon-El vs Kal-El 10/19/2002
Jon_El_the_Kryptonian The clouds above the skies of the valley rested peacefully, the wind sweeping away the lightest of gasses upon the sky... Such peace and tranquility, however, was to be disturbed but nothing more than a blur, as it seemed, a black blurring speck, crossing the skies above the valley in speeds unlike any other seen -- still lower than light speed. The long crimson fabric rippled and wavered behind the man, the cape carrying the known insignia of a kryptonian, what is most widely called a Superman; the same insignia was of course upon his chest as well, only differing in its design, fashioned as if a lightning S. In less than three seconds he hit ground zero-- Red boots hovering inches above the ground. The Shield of Invulnerability raged unseen around him, the air rippling also unseen in its wake... Blond spiky hair rose in a crown formation above his head, while yellow embers surveyed the surrounding area...

Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El within the heavens glides a single being who has pressed himself from this land for some time.. once the greatest of leaders within the realm, he has become a solitary soldier, bound to no mans ordeals.. though time to time he does seek out the calming peace of battle.. the war cry that sounds within his soul forces him to such length.. but enough for aspects of the soul.. no no now we see the man..
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El .. flaring through the heavens, within the stratosphere, at about 140,000 miles per second, he calms himself within mid flight over the north American continent... pausing within stance and allowing those tiny tingling sensation to past from his previous attempts of grandeur, such as the ability to psionic misplace himself from the flow of normal space, and obtain such high speeds within the atmosphere...
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El ... eyes that can see for lights years in distance, peer down upon a tiny frailscape within the applications.. he grumbles minutely, pressing digits to an ages chin.. pupils compress, as a fiery hue envelopes them... perhaps it was as he suspected, another kryptonian on earth.. what a magnificent surprise, he commented in jest, pondering frailties within his target...
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El ... hands pressed forward into the skies, forming formations of fist as his body crept into the shape of a half circle, falling into a dive.. a black containment suite glistening in the nights dim hue, a sparkling glow of crimson falling not far behind in his wake...

Jon_El_the_Kryptonian Such a nice place... Yes, he could remain here watching the skies, the star-dogged moon, and the shadows cast by the dimming moonlight... Another presence, however, was there, approaching, and he knew not its real intentions and origin. Burning yellow embers turned, along with the man's collar, towards the flying entity--a man as it seemed, much resembling his own momentum and posture; and the amazement came: it was the insignia of the superman upon his containment suit. Another Kryptonian? How nice, indeed... However this joyful moment was pretty momentary, for he seemed not that friendly... A brow was arched at the mere look of him approaching, and a hand was raised in a greeting gesture--sure he'd seen him, but being kind doesn't --always-- hurt, does it? His left hand had already been placed upon the cape, falling onwards, rippling the crimson fabric upon its grip...

Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El flight to itself is an ability that few men see, though this super of men knew powers beyond flight, and would show them, perhaps in protest, this day.. scoffed lightly, folding his massive arms over one another as a plume of crimson dashes fluttered up from ominous orbs once refereed to as eyes... a body confined within a polymer type foundation, knew its only solace in the darkened an stylized "S"
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El represented atop his chest within the partitions in his familiar diamond.. the hint of agony and rage endowed within it, represented by the awkward dashes that resembles his families crest.. he crept forward within flight... streaking reds flaring behind him as his cape was tossed about in some unforeseen wind,... "To provoke the inevitable.. Yes.. This is the next move..."

Jon_El_the_Kryptonian Yes. His speed was truly unmatched--by most dwellers of this planet--not himself, though, too. He was almost just like him, and himself possessed abilities and powers far beyond that of great speed and flight. His hand fell downwards as the left one let go of his cape and fell itself, as if numb. His words rang forth towards his ears... They seemed crazy, incomprehensible, without any meaning. Provoke the inevitable... He'd normally scoff at those words, but coming from another Kryptonian in this night scene... It was weird, and pretty ominous. Brows of blond curved downwards. He had to get serious. "I am Jon El, from the old house of El. And who might you be, stranger?" This look in his eyes... strange...

Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El :stranger? this man provoked the house of El and didn't know of its greatest son.. Kal found this alarming in more ways then once.. he pressed forward with might and rage, blindly so.. dashing with outstretched at just under the speed of light, shoving the poor lass with enough strength to rumble the planets gravitational stance.. perhaps a jarring attempted.. but was this enough... no once more the presence of Kal evokes great means to little ends..
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El .. a pulse of light, beyond light.. an energy source refereed to only as heat vision pulsed forward in an enigmatic wave.. surging forward aimed intently for the eyes of this poor kyrptonian... fingers lapse within shove. hoping to grasp within that last moment of caress with the pale stranger... words spoken softly, almost mute to the wind.. "I am Kal-El son of Jor-El"

Jon_El_the_Kryptonian He couldn't even see him coming, when he dashed towards him, and of course was unprepared... Connecting, he was sent back wards into a mountain range with force unfathomable as it seemed--even close to his own. Exposure to the yellow sun since almost birth was an advantage against other Kryptonians, and this time, he'd use it against this one, in great might! Still, the powerful dash sent him flying to the mountains, and fortunately, his attempt to grasp his body failed, and so did his heat vision, which of course missed. Through a mountain he passed, head-crushing into another, leaving a giant crack before him, as he slowly slid down along the dusty and rocky surface..."God damn, what's wrong with..."he paused, his name was heard... Kal El... He was the very threat of Krypton, as he saw things. That name enraged him more than anything... "Kal El!!!" He rubbed his temple for a split moment before he could regain his posture, and dust himself up from that dirt he got. ©
Jon_El_the_Kryptonian His fist risen in chest level, clenching it to such degree that even blood would drip, trailing downwards... "damn you..." silent as the wind those words, as well as Jon El, emerging in flight the very next second, flight in such speed not much less than light, a blurry visage and nothing more to the average character. His right fist first, aiming, when close enough for the man's chest, while his left knee arose itself to almost chest level, just in case he'd try anything. yellow embers burned away in the crimson hues, gleaming through the night atmosphere...

Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El :light and beyond were pressed with immense rage, from a scream infant that seemed to wish harm upon Kal.. he held his ground within stance... a quirk of the right brow raised the suspicion of lust and rage within his own psyche.. he ha existed in this land for some time now.. though his memories only range from about 700 years back, he's sure to have forgotten a trick or two along the way..
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El .. the polymer substance merely grafted to his kin, serves as a barrier for his field of invulnerability to lock above, as well as a yellow radiation amplification device, a unit which he has worn since his arrival in this world.. but enough for that, for as of now the might and rage of a fledgling Kryptonian faces of against Kal.. and though rage enough to force the gods into submission may be a great force, come on this is Kal..
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El .. he merely allowed his left hand to slip neatly into place and accept all force delivered, thusly from the right hand of the other kryptonian.. though perhaps within shock? Another leg was delivered forward? the left so be it.. his elevation at this point in time would be relatively greater than the lesser of super men, thusly,
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El the leg aimed for a higher point on his body would fall moot within its point of protest, and be accompanied by an uplifted right leg, bent at the knee, and placed to intercept, once more the aspect of pending doom wavers over Jon's head...
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El :he would smirk, scoff, and even laugh if he had the time, but as you know as Supermen, even a passing nano second can seem an eternity.. he smiled in jest, his muscle working in super accompaniment in order to project such results in such low ranged time... fingers pressed firmly into fist, with enough force to crush invulnerability of 200 years into bits.. a relative force to crush a lesser...
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El ... perhaps a cracking bone or two sound out as a right elbow flares into formation, aimed for this others left temple.. psionic touch tones press past both time and space as instantaneous repercussions of his own intentions seem to change the laws of reality and form speeds beyond that of light, without affecting the immediate area to greatly.. an after shock or two, spreading from both parties, falling into cataclysmic events ..
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El .. tearing mountain ranges asunder, as though a children’s sand castles.. and all this for just one action.. one tiny little step aimed to knock some sense into this lesser of "Supermen".

Jon_El_the_Kryptonian He merely ignored the fact he dodged his attack. No worries. His posture was said to be that great. All that grandeur he needed to pose, so much! That got to him real good. He had kept all this hatred for Kal El suppressed for so long, he had to turn to his body and mind to leave him be, considering himself was around. Though younger, he possessed the strength and posture that even this Kal El wouldn't imagine, needless to say of those devices Kal needed to raise his strength! He'd show him what a Kryptonian's real strength is... Bones cracking... yes, he was getting ready for an attack, and even though Kal thought otherwise, he saw that coming... Foolish moves of an old-school superman... He'd inwardly laugh at that. Kal's elbow came fast, but he used his own speed and momentum to bend back ever so slightly, letting his elbow merely cut through the air before him, and probably sent his momentum forwards in a mere aerial slip...©
Jon_El_the_Kryptonian At that, in speeds that even gods would be jealous of, the "lesser of supermen" would sent his right hand in a lightning fast attempt to grasp kal's brace, while dashing forward to a parallel and slightly behind Kal, so to use his momentum in a reverse move, hopefully having kal's brace in his grip, while sending his left fist in a direct hit to Kal's spinal column, thrusted with such force that even he wouldn't endure, let alone any other supermen. All this time, the inner energies had already gathered upon his vision, and twin focused beams of the crimson energies would be sent out, searing in mad speed towards Kal's back of the head. So sure of his victory he was, that it would doom him...

Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El stood still within the heavens.. his eyes glazed over with an intent that could only be described as pyrokinetic.. he chuckled lightly as meaningless blows struck at differing portion of his own form.. a grasp to now interlocked arms, which held brashly before his chest, meant nothing to him.. he allowed these to continue, securing his placement in space with a simple projection of will power in the form of thought..
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El .. his own psionicly powered attributes allowing him such measure through age.. so as this punk kid twisted and prodded and did his "worst" old Kal just sat back and let the beating commence, lifting his arm, as though unhindered, to briefly wave a palm in jest of yawn... though this would soon grow tiresome.
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El :he prodded his own conscious aspects, turning within step to view this young child beating away in vain on a field of energy so immense it has been tempted with the feat of failure in nearly a millennia... he smiled lightly as to play with this pawn.. fingers caressed within the guise of fist, as a single digit crept outward, intent on striking the cheek of this lesser of "Supermen"...
Kal_El_sonof_Jor_El "... though of course relative force would be enough to cause this fraction of time space to cease to exist, his own safe guards in temporal disputations allow this rift to stay adrift.. though such actions fall at seldom reoccurring speeds, it is a good point to mention that relative time is fractal at this point.