Under normal circumstances, people who cared about such things liked to separate the lean and fatty meat before mincing it into filling. If they were making buns, they could even chop up some cartilage.
But the current situation was anything but normal. The Kree Purifier was a Biological Weapon. There was no fat in her body; the two large mounds that had previously looked like breasts were actually pectoral muscles.
The Purifier was not weak. As she continued evolving, her speed and strength kept increasing, and she was even faintly showing signs of catching up to Deathstroke.
But she also had a weakness: martial arts could not evolve on their own.
Her punches and kicks were powerful and well structured, standard Kree Martial Arts. However, compared to all the martial arts Deathstroke had learned from two worlds, they still fell far short.
She wanted to learn her opponent's attack patterns during battle, but he constantly changed his moves, casually drawing upon techniques from countless different schools. Meanwhile, her Kree Martial Arts were being learned by someone else during their exchange.
Her gale-force attacks were either blocked, parried, or dodged, while the opponent's twin curved blades continuously shaved flesh from her body. She could only endure it through Rapid Regeneration.
As the two clashed in the sky, shockwaves continuously burst from the points of impact. Most people on the ground could only see two black shadows flying at high speed beneath the sunlight, separating, crashing into each other again, then separating once more. Thunderous booms rang through the heavens.
Deathstroke remained between the house and the enemy.
"Mom, our house is going to collapse."
Carol looked worried. Her fists were clenched as she stayed on guard for the ceiling to come down at any moment.
Every strike in a battle of