- Doomsday - Volume One: Gods and Monsters

Chapter 110: Metropolis

[Underground, New York City]

[Y/N] and Grundy continued to clash, back and forth as the entire cavern caved in all around them. He would throw a punch only to block a devastating blow, slice through the zombie's arm, or leg, his jugular, or his face once more. And then, the undead would rage and unleash its full unrelenting strength with no regard for what destruction it may cause, until the wounds healed back, and they could continue trading blows. Every punch hit like a truck, but they both regenerated before the damage could add up. Though it did not make the pain feel any better.

As each second dragged on, a part of him begged to let the Doomsday out, and go wild, ending it here and now. He could've, and it might have made sense at this point, considering the utter chaos all around them. The surface was bound to be in a similar condition. Not many would be around to see his monstrous form. However, he had told Reyes he would not use the form unless it was completely necessary. [Y/N] was sure the higher-ups were breathing down the Blackwatch commander's neck, forcing him to stick to their rules. Petras, and whoever oversaw the A.R.G.U.S. organisation. He did not want to make things more difficult for himself, or for Reyes...

However, it was quickly looking like a 'completely necessary' situation, as the footing beneath him was slowly growing scarce, an enormous, dark hole sitting right beneath them like some hole to hell itself. Had this thing always been sitting here? It certainly fit the whole cultist vibe, he supposed. There did not appear to be anything though, just an enormous drop that swallowed all the debris that fell into its clutches. It emanated an ominous aura, an unsettling feeling that even he, the Doomsday, could not shake off. Was something down there, someone even?

Nothing would surprise him now. Yet, he couldn't spend much time speculating as Grundy's rampage refused to let up, and he barrelled towards him, the ground crunching underneath each heavy step. He didn't appear any more tired than when he had started. That worked both ways though, as with each hit [Y/N] felt his body growing numb to the pain. Rapid evolution sure had its bonuses. It was slow, and less effective in his normal form, but working, nonetheless. It also meant that his punches were starting to have a more noticeable impact on the zombie.

[Y/N] ducked under the large lumbering monster, and quickly smashed his entire armoured arm into Grundy's neck, digging into his thick hide. The zombie choked for a moment, and his jaw broke with a meaty snap. He continued with both arms, throwing punch after punch after punch into the dead's torso, slowly pushing him backwards, unable to react fast enough. He could practically feel his heart jumping out of his chest, sweat staining his skin, his muscles aching, hoping for a swift end, but his willpower drove him onwards.

Maybe they were both unkillable monsters, but he was an unkillable monster with a reason to fight, rather than just being given a direction...

His fists dug into the zombie's torso leaving bruised marks in the pale skin, large indents of his knuckles. Grundy roared and swiped low, but [Y/N] was too focused. He was a trained fighter, not just some violent brute, something he wasn't able to display very often. His feet moved quickly, evading the blow, before moving back in, and he fired out a swift uppercut which crushed into the dead's chin.

They were only forced to separate due to the floor crumbling apart beneath them. [Y/N] stumbled back, but Grundy wasn't so smart and saw the retreat as a sign of weakness, taking a confident stomp forward. "That was the end..." He mumbled, glaring at his opponent, only for his foot to disappear through the floor, taking him by surprise. There was a loud rumbling noise as the large chamber finally surrendered, having lasted as long as it physically could.

"O-Of Solomon Grundy!" The zombie called out. His pale hand grabbed a hold of whatever he could find, but it couldn't support his weight and tumbled in after him. His voice warbled out, echoing through the deep cavern, until there was no sign of him left, leaving [Y/N] alone in the enormous tunnel. He wasn't entirely sure how to react, not expecting such a sudden entrance from the monster who had presented such an annoying challenge. In the end it was his own stupidity that signed his death warrant. It was a fitting fate...