[BERSERK RAGE ACTIVE ]
[LIMIT 10 MINUTES]
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
Logan launched himself forward. He was a silver-and-black blur of violence.
CRACK.
Hulk's fist slammed into Logan's chest mid-air. The sound was like a sledgehammer hitting a concrete slab. Logan's sternum buckled, his lungs flattened, and his heart literally stopped for a heartbeat. He didn't care. Before he even bounced off the giant's knuckles, his claws were out.
SHLKT. SHLKT. SHLKT.
Logan buried all six blades into Hulk's forearm causing the green giant to roar in anger and pain. But Logan didn't pull them out. He used them as anchors. He swung his body around the giant's massive limb, his boots shredding the green meat of Hulk's bicep as he climbed. He reached the shoulder and drove his claws into the thick, corded muscle of the neck.
Hulk roared, a sound that shattered the stone beneath his feet. He grabbed Logan by the waist, his fingers digging into Logan's spine. The giant squeezed. Logan felt his vertebrae grind against the adamantium coating. Any other man would have been snapped like a dry twig. Logan just twisted, his head snapping back as he bit into the Hulk's shoulder, tearing away a chunk of radioactive flesh that didn't heal.
( Van Helsing Werewolf teeth are capable of stopping regeneration, proven when he killed Dracula by ripping his throat out with his teeth)
Hulk slammed Logan into the granite floor of the ravine.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
The earth gave way. A twenty-foot crater opened instantly. Hulk didn't stop. He rained down blows.
Left BOOM!!!
Right BOOM!!!
Left BOOM!!!
Right BOOM!!!
Each punch caused a minor earthquake. The cliffside above them groaned and collapsed, burying them in a landslide of jagged stone and snow.
Inside the rubble, the violence didn't stop. Logan didn't feel anything only heat like fire rushing through him as his berserk rage healed and numbed the pain. His healing factor was working so fast that his skin was steaming. As Hulk's fist pulverized Logan's face, the jawbone reset and the flesh regrew before the next hit landed.
Logan drove his claws upward, through the gaps in the falling rocks.
SHRAK.
He caught the Hulk's right hand mid-swing. The adamantium sheared through the green palm, through the metacarpals, and sliced clean through the wrist.
The Hulk's hand—a five-hundred-pound slab of green muscle—was severed. It fell into the dirt, twitching.
GROAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
The Beast roared in agony and rage . He didn't even look at the stump. He used his left hand to grab Logan by the throat and lift him out of the rubble. The green blood spraying from his wrist was hot and toxic, melting the snow where it touched like acid.
Logan didn't wait for the giant to heal. He drove his right hand straight through the Hulk's chest.
THWIP-SHLKT.
The claws went in under the ribs and came out the back, dripping with dark, thick bits of intenstines. Logan twisted his hand, shredding the giant's diaphragm.
Hulk's eyes bulged. He let out a wet, gurgling roar. His left hand tightened around Logan's neck, the pressure high enough to crush a diamond. Logan's face turned purple, his eyes bulging, but he didn't stop. He used his left hand to slice into the Hulk's severed wrist-stump, digging deep into the radius and ulna, preventing the healing factor from closing the wound.
Hulk slammed his head forward.
CLANG!!
Headbutt. Logan's skull rattled inside the metal coating. He saw stars, but the Rage kept him upright. He retracted his claws from the Hulk's chest and immediately drove them back in, higher up, aiming for the heart.
Hulk threw him.
Logan hit a tree, snapped it, and hit another. He was back on his feet before the splinters hit the ground. He looked at the Hulk. The giant's hand was already regrowing. First the bone, then the veins, then the muscle fibers weaving together like a grotesque loom. Within ten seconds, the hand was back, the skin a fresh, green.
The Hulk slammed both fists into the ground.
WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The shockwave didn't just crack the earth; it sent a ripple through the entire valley that uprooted every tree for half a mile. The mountain they were standing on literally split. A massive fissure opened between them, red-hot magma spitting up from the depths of the earth.
They didn't stop. Logan leaped across the divide. Hulk met him in the air.
They collided
The Blackbird – 5,000 Feet Above the Ravine:
BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
The jets warning systems were beeping rapidly.
The cockpit was a mess of flashing red lights and alarms. Storm was gripped the controls with white knuckles, her eyes glowing a fierce, blinding white. Outside, the sky was a vortex of unnatural purple and charcoal grey.
"I can't stabilize it!" Storm shouted over the roar of the engines. "The air... it's not reacting to my will! There is a pressure building beneath us that shouldn't exist!"
"Look at the scanners!" Kitty cried, pointing to the holographic display.
The mountain below them was moving. And up above a colossal landslide rushed down—the entire tectonic plate felt like it was vibrating.
"Logan's down there," Rogue yelled, strapped into his seat. "We have to land!"
"We can't land, Rogue!" Storm banked the jet hard as a spire of rock suddenly shot upward from the peak, narrowly missing the wing. "The ground is gone! The tremors are caving in the entire mountain range!"
Suddenly, the Blackbird dropped. Almost as if the earth had reached up and grabbed the gravity around them. The jet plummeted toward the forest.
"Hold on!" Scott barked.
The Blackbird slammed into the tree line, but the ground didn't hold. The earth beneath the landing gear simply disintegrated, turning into a massive sinkhole. The jet slid backward, nose-up, falling into a dark, steaming chasm that had just opened in the valley floor.
Storm gasped, her hands flying from the controls to her head. "The weather... it's not me! Someone is pulling the lightning! Someone else made this storm!!"
Back in the ravine, the fight had gotten worse.
It was a cycle of mutilation and healing. Logans clothes almost non existent, his suit gone, his skin a patchwork of scars and gaping holes that opened and closed in seconds. He was a whirlwind of silver blades. He had shredded the Hulk's chest so many times the ribs were visible, white and thick as ivory that healed almost as fast as Logans wounds.
But still Hulk was worse. He was a walking mountain of raw meat. One of his ears had been sliced off. His stomach was a mess of hanging intestines that he simply shoved back in as he fought. His own healing factor steaming as it worked to patch him back together.
CRUNCH!!
Hulk caught Logan's head between his palms. He squeezed. Logan's skull groaned. Logan drove his claws through both of the Hulk's forearms, pinning the giant's arms together.
They stood chest-to-chest, locked in a bloody embrace.
Hulk bit down on Logan's shoulder, tearing the deltoid muscle clean off the bone. Logan screamed—a raw, animalistic sound—and rammed his head into the Hulk's open wound on his chest.
They tumbled into the mud, rolling over the jagged rocks.
Hulk punched. Logan slashed.
Hulk tore. Logan bit.
The destruction was mutaul. The ravine was gone. The creek had been redirected by the falling debris. The forest was now a graveyard of splinters, ice and blood.
Slowly, the pace began to change.
The explosions of movement became heavy, labored lunges. The roars became wet, ragged gasps.
Logan swung his right hand. It was slow. Hulk caught his wrist, but he didn't have the strength to snap it. He just held it. Logan used his left hand to stab the Hulk's thigh, but the blades only went in halfway.
They collapsed against each other, two titans held up only by the fact that they wouldn't let the other go.
Finally, they fell apart.
Logan landed on his knees, his hands trembling. The Berserk Rage was fading, receding like a red tide and leaving behind the cold, hard reality of what he had just done to his body. Every bone felt like it weighed a ton. His vision cleared, and the overwhelming, soul-crushing pain returned all at once.
He coughed, a spray of red hitting the grey snow. He looked down at his hands. His claws retracted slowly, clicking against the metal in his knuckles. He was back. He was Logan.
Across from him, ten feet away, the Hulk was on his knees.
The giant was huffing, thick clouds of green steam billowing from his lungs. His skin was dull, the radioactive glow fading into a bruised, sickly olive. He tried to raise a fist, but his arm just flopped back into the mud. He looked at Logan, his eyes no longer burning with fire, but with a weary, exhaustion.
The mountain was silent. The only sound was the heavy, rhythmic breathing of two dying fires.
"Had... enough...bub?" Logan rasped.
Hulk didn't answer. He just lowered his head, his massive shoulders slumped.
Then, the sky changed.
A bolt of emerald-green lightning tore through the purple clouds and struck the ground near them.
Logan looked up, squinting against the sudden glare. A wave of ominous, green magic flowed down like liquid silk, coating the valley in a sickly light.
Before Logan could move, the magic hit him.
It felt like a thousand freezing needles were being driven into the base of his brain. He felt his memories being shoved aside, a foreign presence forcing its way into his mind. The systems notifications were muted by the pain ripping through his brain.
"Agh!" Logan grabbed his head, falling onto his side.
Across the clearing, the Hulk was screaming. The giant was thrashing in the mud, clutching his skull as the green magic wrapped around him like glowing chains. The power was too much. Now that they were both tired past their limits, with no strength left to resist.
Logan tried to fight it. He tried to hold out till his regenerative adaption allowed him to resist, but he was spent. There was nothing left in the tank.
His vision flickered. He saw a flash of a green portal opening in the center of the clearing—a swirling vortex of light that smelled of old gold and ancient ice.
A figure stepped through.
He was tall and lean, wearing a green and gold outfit, prominently featuring a large gold helmet with large, curved horns.. His hair was black and slicked back, and his face was twisted into a smirk of pure, elegant malice.
He carried a staff that hummed with the same green energy that was currently paralyzing Logan's nervous system.
Loki.
The God of Mischief stepped over a shattered pine tree, his boots clicking on the frozen ground. He looked at the Hulk, then at Logan.
"My, my," Loki purred. His voice was like velvet over a razor blade. "What a mess you two have made of this little rock."
He walked toward the Hulk, who was beginning to shrink. The massive green muscles were deflating, the skin turning pale and human. Within seconds, the giant was gone. In his place lay a small, dark-haired man in the rags of purple trousers. Bruce Banner.
Loki looked down at Banner with disgust.
"I came for the Monster," Loki whispered, tapping his staff against the ground. "A beast of such limitless rage... he will kill my brother and finally get me what is rightfully mine."
Then, he turned his gaze to Logan. He tilted his head, his green eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"But what do we have here?" Loki stepped closer, looking at Logan's shredded body and the silver tips of the claws protruding slightly from his knuckles. "A little wolf with metal bones. You fought him to a standstill. How... unexpected."
Logan tried to snarl. He tried to extend his claws, but his body was a statue.
Loki grinned. It was a cold, toothy expression.
"Why take one creature," Loki said, raising his staff, "when I can have two?"
The green magic flared. Logan felt his consciousness finally snap. The last thing he saw was Loki's smug face as the world dissolved into green light.
Loki gestured with his hand. The unconscious bodies of Logan and Bruce Banner rose into the air, suspended by shimmering emerald bands.
"Come," Loki said to the empty air. "We have much to discuss, my new pets."
He turned and walked back through the portal. The bodies followed him, vanishing into the vortex.
A second later, the portal snapped shut.
The valley was empty. The wind began to howl again, covering the blood-soaked mud with a fresh layer of white snow.
Logan and the Hulk were gone.