In the midst of the confusion moments before, the trio of himself, Kid Loki, and Miss America all go their separate ways. Righteous Lad left via flight, Loki by way of magical teleportation, and Chavez left by her lonesome - likely to carry on with her day and fly off, as well.

The foreign hero in athletic black princely garbs heads toward the heart of the explosion that went off just a moment ago, his flight eventually leading him to lay witness to an utter wasteland of ash, rubble of what were once standing homes, and pitch black corpses left in postures of horror mere seconds before the mercilessly fire took them in its wrath - a sight Tyson looks upon with concern and confusion. A mere moment of scanning what was once a suburban district, his emerald green eyes spot something peculiar. He stops in place, shifting from laying horizontally to being upright vertically as his keen eyes make use of their gift of an Archer's View and zooms in like a telescope without him needing to get any closer. What he sees is smoke rising from a deep and large crater, and the silhouette of a figure in a kneeling position.

“Huh…?” Curious, the young man descends down with a gentle nosedive from his high altitude. Coincidentally, it's also the very moment that figure finally rises to stand to his feet. With a flex of his muscles, tilting his head back and curling his biceps, he disperses the smoke from his presence and gives a clearer view of his presence. Tall, skin of charcoal black with strands of gold pattern on his naked, yet doll-like masculine body, and seem to be drawing in some sort of dark amethyst energy that gradually flows into his body.

“At. Long. Last…” The man speaks, his voice fairly deep with a touch of smoker's gruff behind it. Then an outburst of hearty laughter follows.

“MmmwahahahaHAHAHA! AT LONG LAST I AM FREE!!!” The strange being exclaims with ominous joy. The display is more than enough to turn Tyson into a cautious fellow and slow down his descent as he watches with a soft, thoughtful frown. However, his skepticism is given even more validation upon the other's next choice of words.

“For too long have I been subjected to such humiliation… Just you wait, my dear son… You and your brothers will pay me for all the time and tolerance stolen from me in blood. I will annihilate YOU and your kin, and even their offsprings.” The peculiar man solemnly swears to himself while making a tight fist.

“You know… revenge isn't really a band-aid for your grievances. All that's awaiting you at the end of that path is a deafening sense of emptiness.” Making his presence known as he lands just at the edge of the crater, Righteous Lad gives what he believes to be sound wisdom with a gentle tone. Despite this, the ominous man turns his head to cast a neon-red glare over his shoulder.

“Speak for yourself, boy, not your betters. I will not be sated until I take back what's rightfully mine and punish those who dared to stand against me!” Is the venomous response given. It's then that the man's expression piques as if an epiphany just struck him like a bolt of lightning. He turns to face the hero completely and points accusingly at the young man.

“YOU… I can see it radiating from you like the light of a firefly dancing in the dead of night… You're a kin of Zues.” He suddenly announces, grinning big enough to flash his pearly white teeth.

“What–?” Taken aback, Tyson's eyes widen with disbelief.

“You know it to be true, boy. Don't play me for a fool… This is no mere happenstance. Yes, the Sisters of Fate have weaved me a destiny fit for a TRUE King of Gods!”

“Wait, wait… You're technically not wrong, but I'm not–...” SssssSSSWSH-KROOOOOM! Tyson isn't given a chance to clear up the nuance of a confusion and is abruptly imposed upon. The being displays great speed and power by closing the distance between them in a literal second and throwing a punch very capable of taking down Mount Everest with the utmost ease, but…

“Hmph… You're stronger than you look, child.” The man comments, straining to push against the very palm that catches and now keeps his fist at bay. Beyond it is the hero giving the other a weary gaze of pity.

“We don't have to resort to violence, you know… You're angry, I get it. But look around you. You caused all of this to happen… This is all revenge will lead to. Unnecessary death and destruction.” Tyson attempts to reason with the other.

“What would it matter to I? It is not land that I have conditioned, nor do its people hold any favors with me. Besides, mortals are countless in numbers. What are a few hundred or thousand of insignificant lives? Life shall go on WITH OR WITHOUT THEM!” The being jerks his fist away to free it and then takes another mighty swing with his opposite hand. An attempt a scowling Righteous Lad sways his body out of the way of while simultaneously delivering a counterattack in the form of a swift jab to the body that sends the being soaring several miles into the distance, crashing through crumbling houses along the way until he comes to a sliding halt along asphalt. By the time the man raises to take a knee, a sudden gust of wind announces the speedy arrival of Righteous Lad.

“That's the one thing I cannot detach my thoughts from when it comes to beings like you… to beings who refer to themselves as Gods and Goddesses.” Tyson begins as he begins sauntering toward the man. The latter, snarling, doesn't hesitate to get up and lunge at the hero. Swinging with the intent of bombarding his adversary with a half a dozen punches. The first is stopped by meeting Tyson's blocking forearm, the 2nd misses by way of Tyson leaning his head out of the way of, the third is met with a denying palm that stops it completely, the 4th misses its swaying target, the 5th repeats the last attempt's mistake - but the 6th?

Kroooom!!

It hits its mark right on the cheek with an impact great enough to break the sound barrier. However, aside from merely smushing against the young man's ivory flesh and forcing his head to turn slightly, it does nothing to make the hero falter or drop his righteous scowl.

“You're all swept up in your cruel selfishness that doesn't leave well alone, but hurts the innocent on a whim just to get your way… And without batting an eye.” Tyson continues.

“Truly a boy who's been cozying up to his mother's bosom for far too long…” The man retorts, barely any concern of difference in power between them. And for good reason. That aura flowing into his body hasn't left even for a second. For the time being, he's made to endure a lightning-quick body blow that gives off a thunderous 'BHOOOM’. He bends over with a trembling grimace, leaning over Righteous Lad's shoulder as the wind leaves his lungs for a moment. The being retracts several steps before collapsing onto his knees while holding his stomach.

“Hrrrkkk… Tch… Just a matter of time…” He breathes, panting to get back the oxygen that was taken from him.

“It's only a matter of time, you brat… Then I'll snap your neck like a twig…” He threatens.

“Somehow I don't see that happening any time soon. I'm not really one to torment others, so I'll just knock you out and see if I can get you safely contained somewhere.” Tyson responds as he takes a few steps closer again. He stands over the being and draws his right fist back as far as he can with the intent of rendering the bitter man unconscious.

“But… I am sorry it had to be this way.” The young man adds with pity in his emerald green eyes. Just as he moves his fist a few inches, a sudden radiant glow of yellow begins emitting from the man's body. Bright enough to make Tyson hesitate and squint his eyes.

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“Ah–” The man feels his power growing.

K R R O O O O O O M M M ! ! !

In an attempt to stop whatever is going on from finishing, Tyson finally swings with all of his might at the being's temple. The ground trembles as cracks splinters and spreads like roots. Even so, his best in the moment is in utter vain. His blow does nothing to the man.

“More of my strength has finally reached me. Prepare yourself, BOY. It's nothing but an uphill battle for you from this point on.” The man looks up with a smug wicked grin before bolting up in a split second with a rising hook that not only sends Righteous Lad soaring like an arrow, but draws Olympian blood from the young man. The hero crashes through countless tall buildings, and by the time he finally loses both momentum and altitude, his landing is just as destructive. Light posts are broken, dents are left on the roof of parked cars he winds up dribbling off of, and his involuntary tumble ends with him smashing against a statue that sits at the center of a large local fountain before he collapses into the Knee-high pool of water with a splash.

The universe-foreign hero rises up into a sitting position with a gasp, panting as he recoils from the involuntary intake of water that went through both his nostrils and mouth. His raven hair clings to his face and obscures his eyes almost completely as he looks around, wondering just how far he's been sent. However, his moment of recovery and thought comes to an end when a ground-shaking landing nearby draws his attention.

“What power… A shame I had to place my soul into such a small vessel, but it seems I'm likely to retain the strength I once had. It won't be too much longer until I become whole.” The man of onyx and gold comments while walking toward the fountain, studying the hand he struck the hero with just a mere moment ago. Then, with a devilish grin, he sets his red eyes upon Righteous Lad.

“When I send you off to an early grave, tell your brethren that it was I, Kronos, who slayed you like the dog you and your loved ones are.”

“Honestly, I can't see that happening…” Tyson retorts, pausing for a moment to push himself up and stand in that pool of water. He begins wading through it, walking toward the being who's also approaching.

“But when you're jailed, I hope you reconsider your perspective on things and remember the man who proved to you that vengeance has no pleasant ending.” Tyson adds, his hands lifting in unity to brush his soaking wet hair out of his face and into a makeshift slicked-back hairdo just as he steps over the ledge one foot after the other to exit the fountain. It's also then that the fortunately few pedestrians in the area get a sense of pending danger and begin departing from the area. They've seen this song and dance more than enough times to know that nothing good is going to come of a guy in a fitting suit facing off with a 7'4 menace.

“Hehahahaa… Hmph. Delusional, but give it everything you've got. Make this interesting for me, boy.” Kronos encourages, smugly stopping in his tracks and spreading his hands out as if inviting Tyson to rob him of the upper hand. A stare down ensues. The young man, with his arms resting at his sides, stretches his fingers before gradually curling them, cracking his knuckles and straining a firm clutch until they turn white as arctic snow. Then, there's a sudden burst of sound breaking speed. In half a blink of an eye, Righteous Lad closes off the distance between them and throws his entire body weight behind a thrusting straight punch that meets the resilient middle of Kronos torso. Quick to apply what pressure he can, Tyson dishes a flurry of blurry punches all over the Titan's body. At least 100 of them before he slows down to transition into giving big wind-up body blows. All of them… do absolutely nothing to harm Kronos in the slightest.

“Your effort is utterly pointless, boy. You've met your match!” The towering man exclaims as he finally throws a mighty punch of his own - one that Tyson easily leans his body out of the way of before retaliating.

“We'll see!” T h w a c k ! The hero delivers an uppercut to the chin that, unfortunately, also fails to have any effect. What's worse is that his forearm is caught right after. A grip he tries to pull against, yet one that Kronos also maintains and uses to yank him forward to receive a firm headbutt to the forehead that rocks him into a daze.

“Aaugh!?” A grunt leaves his lips on impact before his arm is let go only for the back of his hair to be gripped, holding him up and in place to receive a powerful hook across the face, a backhand across the opposite side of his face, and then a gut punch that threatens to pierce his flesh. The last blow would've made him vomit for sure, but they're both lucky he hasn't had time to eat anything for a few days now. Kronos finally sets him free and sends him off with a punting hiking knee to the chin that sends Tyson lofting high into the air before plummeting and roughly landing on top of a car 19 feet away.

“Pathetic, boy! Is this truly the best a descendant of Zeus can do?” Kronos mocks, casually strolling forward toward the other. Meanwhile, Tyson exhales a deep breath of air where he lies and brings a hand up to dab against his lower face, going on to study it afterwards to see a trace of gold liquid on his palm - the blood of Olympian Gods. He wipes his face clean with the sleeve of his glove while rolling off the roof of that car to stand on his feet again. As the hero turns to face Kronos again, a thin green fire-like aura suddenly takes form around his entire body. A display of his Soul Essence - the potential within himself, of which he places its output to multiply his natural physical capability by x1.2. Funny enough, the amethyst aura around Kronos’ body finally ceases to be.

“Don't worry, I'm not done yet.” Righteous Lad calmly responds before zipping forward again like earlier and taking a swing. An attack that misses the Titan, who simply steps aside with ease to avoid it before grabbing the hero by his tunic, yanking him back, and sending him soaring with a punch to the face. Tyson stops himself and takes control of his movement again. He flies in forward instead of running this time, cocking a fist back as he does.

THWACK! Another blow sends him back. He groans and increases his Soul Essence output up to x1.3 (130%), then rushes in yet again. However, a backhanded fist sends him tumbling down the street like a rock skipping along a lake. The young man sucks in a sharp breath of air through his teeth as he pushes himself from the street, increasing his output by x1.5 this time, as well as the size of his vibrant aura. Like a madman refusing to believe he'll fail yet again in his obsession, the hero grits his teeth and rushes in once more. Faster and harder. He actually manages to land a direct hit this time, but the only difference this time is that he's forcing Kronos head to turn a few degrees. Well THAT, and forming a crack on the man's cheek. A chip of charcoal drops and reveals a peek of fair skin under its layer.

“Stubborn maggot… Your petty attempts continue to bore me.” Kronos states with a tone of overt annoyance. It's then the Titan grabs Righteous Lad by the wrist and neck, using his hold to violently thrash the hero around. From caving in the side of a car, smashing a hole into a building, knocking over a street light, and then finally choke slamming him onto the street with enough force to create a small crater and cause a shudder. All of which Tyson endures with gritting pearly white teeth. That is, until he's mounted with a knee slamming down across his midsection to pin him down while the Titan begins wailing on him from above with thunderous punches that send a shudder through the ground for miles around.

THWACK! - THWACK! - THWACK!

“T'hhuu!” - “Auhk!” - “Uugh!”

WHACK! “Oohf!”

WHAM! “Aagh!”

PAWK!

WACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!!...

The beating goes on for what may just be half of a minute, and it's all that's needed for Kronos to spill neon gold blood from the young man's nose, lips, and a cut made on his ivory cheek. There, panting for air with his eyes shut in a tight grimace, Tyson lies trying not to drift off into unconsciousness.

“Absolutely pathetic.” Kronos utters with soft spoken disdain before finally rising to stand again, and once he does, he sends the hero flying like a torpedo with a mild kick. It results in Righteous Lad crashing through the wall of a building in the distance and out of sight. Kronos, truly feeling as if such a hopeless individual is far beneath his efforts, stares with an expression of indifference. However, he does eventually begin walking toward the kin of Zues’ bloodline with the intent of finishing him off for good. However, halfway through making his way there, Kronos spots a curious sight. The hero clumsily emerges from that massive hole in the building.

“Barely able to stand, but still braving your demise, eh? I'll commend you for that. Thanks to my legacy and ambitious nature, you at least aren't a cowardly weakling.” Kronos ridicules with backhanded praises. Soon the two come to stand a mere three feet apart from each other - Kronos calmly looking down at the 5’11 & ½ deity, and the latter hanging his head similarly while droplets of his divine blood slowly drip onto the asphalt. Tyson is slouching and panting, of which looks pitiful in his questionable 'great grandfather's’ eyes.

“It's about time you were put out of your misery, boy…. To Hades With You!!!” Kronos roars as he stumps forward and throws his entire body mass and every ounce of strength he has into his next punch aiming for the surface of Tyson's cranium.

K K R R R O O O O O O O M M M M ! ! !

An explosive impact erupts and shatters windows all throughout the city within a mile of the point of origin while a deep crack spreads far in a linear fashion and splits the building in the distance in half, and that's not to mention the myriad of car alarms and airbags going off from that violent quake inducing blow. Despite such, Kronos is presently staring in sheer disbelief. He DID make contact… but in the form of the young man catching that fist within the palm of his hand. An unnatural warmth begins building around them - one that soon gives form to another fiery aura engulfing Tyson's entire being. Not green like before, but instead a radiant veil of gold that mimics the sun's blessed radiance.

“What is this…?” Kronos questions, finding it difficult to believe this pitiful young man from just a moment ago was hiding his true strength until now.

“Double…” Is the answer given by Tyson. He finally lifts his head and reveals that his eyes are no longer their normal shade of neon jade, but instead a deep shade of orangey-gold.

“Impossi--UURRPH!?” Before Kronos can finish that word, Righteous Lad swiftly yanks him forward and delivers a devastating super light-speed uppercut with his free hand to the Titan's chin with the force of 200% of his strength! With his senses working overtime, the young man is able to savor the satisfying sensation of his fist meeting bone, the visual of Kronos’ face twisting with pain, and the power of forcing the Titan's chin to rise toward the blue sky above in what feels like a whole minute for him. But in actuality? What just took place went down in 0.3 seconds, and by 0.4? Kronos was gone in a violent flash. By the 0.5 mark, the old man crash lands on the moon and lays within a crater deeper than three family pools combined.