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An Exchange of Power: Victor
A second commission for 
exatron, a sequel/companion piece to this story here! Victor is summoned to investigate a shadowy conspiracy at a pharmaceutical company, eventually entangled in the same plot that's framed Dr. Dan Bergstrom for murder. Enjoy!
Victor suddenly reeled as Dan wound up his arm, anvil-like triceps tensing and bicep grinding against his forearm, and then punched the hulking rodent with the force of an oncoming train. The massive rat was knocked clear off his feet and hit the ground with a loud, concrete-splitting crash. Dan let out a roar, tackling Victor.
"Are you out of your mind?!" Victor snarled, the two titan-sized beasts grappling one another, the magnitudes of strength between them enough to make the ground shake as their canyon-like chests collided.
"I'm using your plan— use our muscle," Dan hissed in his ear through gritted teeth. "They like you— they're not going to shoot me if you're in the way."
"You're using me as a meat shield?!" the rodent nearly spat. Victor kicked Dan off of him, his column-sized legs strong enough to send the cheetah in the air, hitting the rafters of the roof covering the porch outside the motel rooms.
The three super soldiers hesitated, keeping their rifles trained on Dan, but sure enough, unwilling to fire with Victor in the way. The two grappled again, slamming into brick walls and knocking out wooden beams. Dan threw Victor against a car, crushing the hood like it was made of aluminum, and then demolishing it into scrap metal when he leapt at Victor, pile driving his arm into the rat's brick wall of a torso.
He has a fire in him! Spite and anger, too— I like him, Azazel hissed.
"So glad you're enjoying this," Victor grunted, his shirt tearing as he beat his shield wall of a chest. He grabbed Dan's arm, surreptitiously sliding him the keys to the car. "Custom black marauder out back, if you scratch her, I will KILL you."
Dan winked, and Victor threw him down, aiming away from the soldiers and closer to the parking lot. Dan made a move to leap back into action, but the soldiers rushed in to charge him. When Victor saw this, he made a split-second move. Letting out a primal roar, his gold stripes shimmered in the afternoon sun as his arms bulged. The denim of his jeans split as his musculature billowed out, fed by demonic fire as he tensed an arm thicker and sturdier than a steel girder, and then drove it down into the ground, cratering the concrete and sending a shockwave that threw the three soldiers off their feet.
exatron, a sequel/companion piece to this story here! Victor is summoned to investigate a shadowy conspiracy at a pharmaceutical company, eventually entangled in the same plot that's framed Dr. Dan Bergstrom for murder. Enjoy!Victor suddenly reeled as Dan wound up his arm, anvil-like triceps tensing and bicep grinding against his forearm, and then punched the hulking rodent with the force of an oncoming train. The massive rat was knocked clear off his feet and hit the ground with a loud, concrete-splitting crash. Dan let out a roar, tackling Victor.
"Are you out of your mind?!" Victor snarled, the two titan-sized beasts grappling one another, the magnitudes of strength between them enough to make the ground shake as their canyon-like chests collided.
"I'm using your plan— use our muscle," Dan hissed in his ear through gritted teeth. "They like you— they're not going to shoot me if you're in the way."
"You're using me as a meat shield?!" the rodent nearly spat. Victor kicked Dan off of him, his column-sized legs strong enough to send the cheetah in the air, hitting the rafters of the roof covering the porch outside the motel rooms.
The three super soldiers hesitated, keeping their rifles trained on Dan, but sure enough, unwilling to fire with Victor in the way. The two grappled again, slamming into brick walls and knocking out wooden beams. Dan threw Victor against a car, crushing the hood like it was made of aluminum, and then demolishing it into scrap metal when he leapt at Victor, pile driving his arm into the rat's brick wall of a torso.
He has a fire in him! Spite and anger, too— I like him, Azazel hissed.
"So glad you're enjoying this," Victor grunted, his shirt tearing as he beat his shield wall of a chest. He grabbed Dan's arm, surreptitiously sliding him the keys to the car. "Custom black marauder out back, if you scratch her, I will KILL you."
Dan winked, and Victor threw him down, aiming away from the soldiers and closer to the parking lot. Dan made a move to leap back into action, but the soldiers rushed in to charge him. When Victor saw this, he made a split-second move. Letting out a primal roar, his gold stripes shimmered in the afternoon sun as his arms bulged. The denim of his jeans split as his musculature billowed out, fed by demonic fire as he tensed an arm thicker and sturdier than a steel girder, and then drove it down into the ground, cratering the concrete and sending a shockwave that threw the three soldiers off their feet.
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