Getting Over It

1.Had Enough?

On a small extra-terrestrial planet, barren and abused; a wasteland far from any civilization fell apart from below the surface to the peak of the crumbling mountains that once surrounded its now jagged terrain.

It would be pointless to call the rock by its name considering there isn't a single characteristic remaining to identify it as its prior self...

It had been subjected to all manner of elements. The ground was either flash frozen or smouldering from intense rays and heat. The tectonic plates had been shattered time and time again by monstrous force.

Unnatural storms had formed, clashed and dispelled wave after wave.

Despite its now uninhabitable environment, below in the canyons and crevices two types of carnivorous vegetation could be found tearing through the planet's surface wounds; growing over each other in spite. Not to mention the myriad of hazardous fumes and radiation that plagued a seething portion of the atmosphere. Further from the battle field of a biome, there spread a path of destruction, spanning cities wide.

Now in a sweltering desert with hard cracked ground a figure stood engulfed by a sandstorm. It whirled around them, rattling with grainy gusts. They remained undisturbed by the harsh weather, as if the scarred planet's raging attempts to harm them was nothing more than a minor bother.

But of course it wouldn't bother them... they caused it after all.

Their ears perked up. Among the winds howl a distinctive sound rolled closer. Concentrating they listened till it got even closer... Just enough to know exactly... where...

???: There!

A red glow consumed them, multiplying in size with boulder-like rigidity and swiping their hand downwards.

*VWOOOOOOSH*

The surrounding sand storm flattened growing 40 times heavier, clearing the view.

A red eyed Galilean; Gravattack, a living planet as red as Mars hummed with ferocity as their hand crushed the incoming threat barrelling towards them with immense gravity.

The visibly round yellow threat still spun in place, burrowing deeper into the pinpoint crater it was held into from afar. Unrolling itself it revealed a green eyed Alburian; Cannonbolt gasping with breathless exhaustion whilst being forced further into the hard dirt.

The red Gravattack seemed just as wiped out simply holding them there. They were both chipped, bruised, cut and scorched. But neither was done yet.

*Crumble*

With a deep breath the Cannonbolt belted roaring a war cry, keeping himself awake and prying himself up from under the unyielding gravity.

Twitching the Gravattack did the same in the face of this resistance. Now changing again, their Ultimatrix glowed, evolving and losing their legs whilst growing stalagmites from their upper body. The crushing force upon the Cannonbolt became unbearably heavy, keeping him down.

*THUD*

Cannonbolt: *Huff* *Huff* Hrng...

Reaching for his Omnitrix for his Omnitrix, he clawed across it, glowing green, and within the split second their mass was altered; a sonic wave screamed toward the Ultimate-Gravattack quaking them and knocking them to the ground whilst a group of EchoEcho's clambered out of the crater.

Reverting to human forms they both got up and paused to breathe. The closest thing to a moment of tranquillity this planet would see every few hours of the last few days.

They never looked away from each other; not even for a moment, for that could give the other just the inch they needed to give them the win-So they stared.