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<This story takes place just prior to the Trial of Genocide>

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BOOK TWO: NO HOLDING BACK, SSW VS. UW

Angel Falls Time, 6:30 pm, Wednesday


"I'm going to kill this bitch first and after you watch her die you can die next with the knowledge that you couldn't fucking save her!"

That was the last thing Maia had heard...the last thing she thought she might ever have heard before there was a blur of motion and she found herself failing backwards.

Walkiria hit the hard, gravely rooftop with a grunt and came up in a roll gasping for breath. She clutched at her injured throat trying her best to get her bearings. Ultrawoman was still standing a few feet away, though she wasn't sure how long that was going to last. The blonde villainess was being pummeled by a resurgent Soviet Superwoman who was relentlessly landing blow after blow on her face and body. They sounded like tiny claps of thunder as they rained down on the once boasting and arrogant would-be conqueror. Maia still was nowhere near at full strength. She was still coughing and sputtering from where Ultrawoman had chopped her viciously in the windpipe. A fire still burned in the side of her face where she had taken a few elbow shots as well. The energy portal in her was growing steadily but at the moment she was of little help to her Russian lover. She attempted to pull herself up, but her arms felt like they were made of clay and her knees went weak. She collapsed back down and watched.

In the blink of an eye this battle had completely shifted momentum. Olga had been down, looking more terrible than Maia had ever seen her. Her costume was hanging off her muscular body in tatters and that body was a collection of bruises, deep purples and blacks. Deep cuts and gashes criss-crossed her anatomy and bathed her in a shower of blood, though some of it she suspected belonged to the equally damaged looking Ultrawoman and vica-versa. Olga's skin was incredibly pale. When she had first arrived, the red-haired superheroine had thought she was too late. Her lover was laid propped up against an air conditioning unit in a spreading pool of blood, eyes closed like a corpse. Now this same woman was up and furiously beating the shit out of her opponent. It was almost surreal.

A series of severe body-blows hammered Vyr-Na, who tried her best to respond with everything in her arsenal: her tremendous strength, her heat vision, even her powerful invulnerability. Olga plowed through all of it, continuing to slam her fists into the woman with force enough to beat mountains into rubble. It looked at one point that Ultra tried to withdraw and escape the situation.

There was no escape.

Olga caught her by the throat and with fingers that could bend steel she began to choke the life out of the alien supervillian. Maia pulled herself up on her knees and forced her injured throat to speak.

"You got her!" Walkiria said in an excited voice. Almost as soon as she said it, she knew something was wrong.

Ultrawoman was grabbing at Olga with both hands, tearing at the arm that held up her in the air in futility. Her face was turning a horrible shade of blue. Olga on the other hand narrowed her eyes, both of them glowing with a red light. An expression of stone was on her face, completely devoid of emotion. Her fingers actually curled tighter. The only sounds that could be heard was a steady dripping sound as a pool of blood was forming under the dark-haired Soviet and the noise from the news helicopters overhead. Maia glanced downward and finally saw the ragged, sucking wounds Olga had endured, both of them still trickling a steady stream of crimson down her side. Walkiria could hear herself gasp.

"Olga honey, she's beaten...let her go, you need medical attention." Maia said in a strained voice, trying to mask the wave of fear that had crashed into her. The wounds on her lover were bad. If she had to guess, Olga's liver had been punctured in two seperate places.

The Soviet Superwoman's eyes returned to their blue color and cut over to where Maia was kneeling, but her hand didn't falter and her face remained expressionless. Maia could see in that instant what she was going to do. She was going to kill this woman.

"Она заслуживает того, чтобы умереть." Olga said quietly in her native tongue.

Ultrawoman's eyes were open and pleading with her. Her boots kicked furiously as she tried to break free and take flight. She had grabbed a hold of Olga's wrist and was trying with all of her incredible might to force her grip open. It was all in vain.

"I don't know what you're saying Olga...just let her go...it's over. She's beaten and she'll go back to Tartarus..."

"Nyet, she will just escape again...she's too danegrous to be taken alive..." Olga said slowly continuing to choke her enemy into oblivion. Ultrawoman's piercing blue eyes had crossed and her kickiing was much more of a shudder than anything else. Her grip on Olga had dropped with her arms now hanging loosely at her sides like a rag-doll.

"Then do it for me Olga. Don't break that vow you made so long ago. Don't become like she is, killing anyone who she feels is a threat. I love you Olga...think about how this will affect everything you have suffered and worked so hard for. Is this piece of shit really worth throwing all of that away for? Let her go Olga...let me get you to a doctor..."

Maia watched her lover with desperate eyes. Olga blinked and looked up at the sky for a moment before glancing back over to Maia. The look in her eyes was different now. Whatever blood-ringed rage had been there had evaporated. Olga released her grip on the now unconsious Ultrawoman and grabbed her instead by her costume. The Soviet felt her knees give way and she collapsed downwards, still holding the statuesque blonde. The pain surged back up from her injury as her adreneline filled fury disappeared. She grunted and tossed her adversary a few feet away from her onto the roof-top. Ultrawoman came down and rolled onto her stomach, laying face down. Maia crawled over to her most hated enemy and reached down to take her pulse. It was faint, but she was still alive. A small wave of relief came over her until she looked back at Olga.

Her lover had gone back to looking as bad as she had when Maia had first arrived if not worse. She was kneeling still, holding herself up with one hand with the the other hand clutching at the wounds in her side. Maia crawled her way over and finally was able to place a hand on the side of the woman who meant more to her than anything else on Earth. Olga felt cold, but very much alive and real.

"I'm going to get you out of here to a hospital." Maia whispered in her ear before planting a small kiss on her bloodied earlobe. "Hang in there please Olga."

The Russian woman nodded and Maia painfully rose up and stood next to her. She could feel her strength returning to her. She hopped she would have enough to fly Olga to the nearest hospital. The flame-tressed amazon took hold of her gloved hand. It was cool to the touch and she was trembling. Olga's breathing was erratic. There was no more time to wait and wonder, she had to act now. She bent down and helped ease Olga's arm up onto her shoulder while using her other hand to support her wounded side. Blood trickled and flowed in between her fingers as her hand met the one Olga was using to put pressure on it. Together the two powerhouses slowly made there way to the edge of the building. The Russian's head rolled to the side and gave Maia pause.

"Hang on Olga, do you hear me you hang on." Maia said as she nuzzled her neck. Olga limply nodded and clutched at her Возлюбленный with as much strength as she could still muster.

"I am sorry..." she said in a low voice, followed by a bloodied cough.

"Don't worry about it hon, I understand..."

"...about the fight we had this morning...but you are still wrong...about your system of governement..."

Maia let out a short burst of laughter and kissed her on her forehead. "We'll have plenty of time to rehash that argument later love, let me just get you to the hospital."

A pain-laced grunt behind them caused both superheroines to wheel around. Ultrawoman was conscious, but only barely. Only one of her eyes was open on her bruised face, her nose a shatetred mess. Her lips were stretched tight to both sides of her face in macabre grin. It was obviously taking all of her effort just to stay awake for these few seconds. She nodded twice and extended her arm from underneath her, wincing in pain. In her shaky hand was the remote control for her portal technology, still badly damaged from where Olga had blasted it with her lasers. A red button at the bottom was the only thing that still blinked and showed any sign of functionality.

"Time's...up..." she spat in a hoarse, thin voice.

Her thumb depressed that single button just as she collapsed face-long back to the ground.
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