Owner Pose
Cain Marko It's a typical day here in New York. People attend to their daily affairs. Traffic is causing blood pressures to rise and reach boiling points. Some smile. Some frown. Some duck their heads and simply try and make it through the deluge of troubles that plague their beloved city be it rising consumer prices or..an angelic invasion. People shop, sleep, live, love and bank..especially bank.

Across from one such private institution on a bench sits a particularly large man, a copy of the Daily Bugle in hand.

By large we mean frighteningly immense to the point that he swamps over the park bench like an entire team of linebackers and sumo wrestlers rolled into one mammoth unfriendly looking red haired gargantua. He occasionally glances at his watch but otherwise seems only concerned with minding the business he's paid for. His own. Onlookers walk by, some flash pictures with camera phones since..he's huge and worthy of quick photos followed by rapid scurrying away if he glances in their direction.

Things seem fairly regular until he finally looks at his watch one final time and then neatly folds his paper and stands up. He then begins walking forward towards the street and the bank but not at a crosswalk. When his foot steps into the streets its right into incoming traffic.

Horns honk, a flash of crimson light fills the air, tires screech and screams and crashes resound. The light fades, revealing Juggernauts semi truck of a body and crumpled and swerving cars from the impact as he makes his way across the street with casual lumbering steps.

So yes. Average day...
Hyperion     New York. The Big Apple. Mark Milton spent the morning sketching at his drafting table. After finishing the current project, he leaned back and grinned. WIth all of his power and strength... he really takes pride in doing mundane work. Doing something with his skill and experience rather than his power.

    That done, he scanned and submitted the work to his department head at the Bugle. The deadline was met, and he found himself out and about. Just enjoying the sensation of flying... eyes closed as the wind whipped over his face. The City that never sleeps. His new home.

    As he flew, his thoughts rambled back to -his- Earth, his home. His friends and family. The people he may never see again. Memories of good, bad, and everything in between.

    And then... the sounds of traffic snarling reaches his ears. I mean there are always traffic snarls in this city. Cabbies who seem to lean on their car horns more often than not. But something about this one makes him open his eyes. He zeros in on the sound and lifts a brow. He's done some reading of various files in news and such. But he's never personally seen Juggernaut there. But anyone that big, walking towards the bank. It may be innocent but... time to find out.

    Down he goes, a blur of black and gold. He doesn't want to damage the grounds, sidewalk, street, bank, or any of that... so he just comes to a stop, hovering a foot or so off the ground. Even so, his head is still at about the sternum of the big guy. "Sorry to be in your way sir. Might I ask your business today?" he asks in a resonant voice... again, not so booming as one coming from a chest as large as Juggernaut's. But he is obviously one of those hokey types who thinks he's all that and a bag of chips. A lot like the one in red and blue that spends his time in Metropolis.
Cain Marko The truth is..he's not here for the money. More then dollar bills and gold bullions are kept in private stashes and a little birdie or two has let it slip that an item of some interest has fallen into the hands of a collector of esoteric items. An engraved crystal related to an ancient being worshipped elsewhere in the world. A description Cain knows all to well. The mere -possiblity- that it could be what he thinks it is bears investigation even though he's heard nothing, felt nothing, sensed nothing from his patron on the matter. Such tests and the potential impact it could have should it be true is worth investigating.

Juggernaut is not a subtle investigator. So in his wake he's left footprints, in the ground, the rumble of an earthquake in the area and many, many frayed nerves. Fortunantely no deaths but traffic is a tangled mess.

And then..Hyperion is suddenly there in a blur of movement he scarcely detected.

"What the.." he rumbles, voice vibrating the air with a heavy brawlery-bass before he continues while still making his approach "...Wait..I thought for a sec it mighta been the guy in blue, but..well..uh..wrong colors. Who're you? Local good guy? Cute suit. Not -quite- a copy cat so I guess I give you points for that. Now..get outta the way. I got a withdrawal to make."
Hyperion     Inclining his head, Hyperion folds his arms over his chest as he lowers and sets his booted feet on the ground. "I tell you what. Let's talk about this. But you seem to be having some... aftereffects." he says as he cranes his neck to peer past Juggernaut at the ground behind him.

    He is completely unaware of the whole.. unstoppable aspect here. There is -something- about the big guy that seems familiar. "I go by Hyperion. I seem to recall seeing your image in a file somewhere. Forgive me, I am new to this world, and still learning." Yeah, he's trusting and open. Some might say naive'... but he also thinks he is strong enough to stop someone, anyone.
Cain Marko "Yeah, sorry, I'm not exactly a runway model and dietin' just don't work for me. You better move chum. You're a friendly sounding guy but I don't wanna hurt ya if I don't -have- to."

Nevermind that Juggernaut -also- didn't have to go into mission mode in the middle of the street and could have waited until he reached the bank but hey, sometimes art requires sacrifice and auto insurance.

"Th'names Juggernaut so I'll give you a pass cause you're new around here but aint nothing, nobody, strong enough to stop me so don't try it."

Juggernaut's smile can be seen now, pulling into a full toothed grin that goes from ear to ear. It's not friendly.

"Course, I'm always up for a friendly conversation but..I got places to go and a timeline to keep so I don't miss my ride so you'll have to float with me 'ere."

An impact is imminent. The brute means business on that front and seems confident enough to put Hyperion to the test as his vast figure is likely filling up the champions vision like the front grill of a red semi-truck. He fully intends to plow right into him and if needed, over him, if he doesn't move or attempt to hold him back.
Hyperion     And... when an unstoppable force strikes an object that isn't quite immovable... only one will give way. Hyperion is powerful. His muscles are honed, and his command of Anti-Gravitons makes him stronger than his merely physical strength might indicate. But he is by no means immovable.

    "It's good that you do not wish to hurt me. I have the same with for you.." he says, not remotely intending to move. Mack Truck or not... he holds his ground. He even puts out a hand like some caped crossing guard. "I am going to have to ask you to stop mister... wait. Did you say Jugger.." the name almost gets out of his mouth when the impact happens.

    In that split second, his brain makes the connection. Speeding up so that he can think this through. But as fast as he moves and thinks and perceives... it is not fast enough. There is a brief moment where Juggernaut feels some -actual- resistance to his movement. But that's the gravitic stuff Hyperion does... it may be surprising to feel -any- resistance. But it's like a rubber band that is already at maximum stretch... and then it snaps.

    As Hyperion flies back and strikes the front doors of the bank... knocking them off their hinges and collapsing in a pile of rubble and dust... he thinks, <Right. Juggernaut. No force can stop him. Stupid me... I should have realized.>

    And then he is up off of the ground and rocketing back out of the dust cloud to try an oblique strike... not trying to stop the Juggernaut so much as trying to redirect him in a different direction. He has no idea if that'll work, but he flashes past and stops on the ground behind the big guy. "So. With your record, do you actually expect me to just let you walk in there?" he asks from back there.
Cain Marko That...actually did slow him down a touch even though he amped it up enough to just knock Hyperion back versus engage in a prolonged contest of his strength against Juggernaut's unstoppable nature. The brute can't be stopped but he can be slowed down by sufficient force and Hyperion well qualifies as 'sufficient force'.

But slowing down isn't stopping and though Juggernaut briefly has a frown of annoyance it changes back to that annoying smug high-school bully smug smirk that he tends to wear when he thinks he's got the one upmanship underway.

"I tried to warn ya chum!" He roars as his momentum builds and he begins a step crushing ascent towards the bank entrance, "You're lucky I didn't just grind you into the gro--whooolf!!!"

It's not easy to just redirect the behemoth. Strength or no, it's a gamble to try but this -is- Hyperion and Juggernaut isn't running full tilt. More like a powerful stomping jog. So when the blow lands it resounds thunderously against his body and armor and the behemoth staggers, continuing forward a few more steps before stopping himself and wheeling around to face Hyperion with a snarl on his face.

"Now you go t my attention, chum.."

A blur of massive arms occurs as he brings them around and then brings his palms together. A loud thunderclap peals through the area as the air pressure roars out from the giant, rending up the cement and blasting a shockwave at Hyperion.
Hyperion     Ever seen a naval ship turning into a wave to avoid being destroyed? That is what Hyperion does here. The force is incredible, and he leans into it with more than just the physical. But even so.. his attempt to move forward is stopped...

    Even he looks a bit confused at how powerful that shockwave is. But that is when he gets a new idea. His eyes flare greenish before pure atomic power flows from them. I mean... it's hot and all, but this is the Juggernaut. The odds are it'll feel like a hot shower, not a bath in fusion levels of heat. Juggernaut could survive walking on the sun, and this is for lack of a better term... the sort of heat generated by the sun.

    It might just catch the big man off guard though.. and that's the intent. To cover for an uppercut the likes of which could shake a mountain. Hyperion is a good fighter, but he doesn't have the years of experience that Juggernaut does. This is just an opening shot that may not land. But then again... when two people believe themselves to be unbeatable, they don't tend to do a lot of blocking and parrying, right? Hyperion certainly doesn't. Which means he is a bit open, should the light show not distract enough.
Cain Marko Juggernaut isn't necessarily a difficult book to read at times and Hyperion has him pegged quite well already.

The behemoth is already moving forward again, bearing down towards Hyperion in the aftermath of the shockwave and moment of confusion shown by the hero. The ground shakes, rattling windows and bouncing cars up and down as a minor earthquake results just from the pure pressure of the goliaths incoming approach. Then the air flashes, distorts and fills with the power of the sun. Pure, unfiltered and raw power that pours forth from Hyperion's gaze and blasts into the incoming monster.

Juggernaut snarls, curling his mouth like some sort of enraged junkyard dog as he presses forward and lifts a hand up to push back against the energy discharge and squints his eyes against its glare..only for Hyperion to be right in his face and for an atomic charged fist to come hurtling up for his head.

The impact shatters windows up and down the streets and clears a crater around the two titans as the earth sinks inward from the billowing shockwave from their impact. Juggernaut staggers but his forward momentum, though slowed, and durability enable him to absorb the blow and hold the line versus being sent tumbling violently away like an out of control wrecking ball. Probably a blessing in disguise really considering what such a flight could cause. THe blow -does- however, send his helmet flying. It's sufficient in force to do so and it goes spinning off violently revealing the skullcaped visage of the brute as he blurs into a counter attack strike.

His biceps bulge, giving the impression of a buick more then an arm, "I thought only Hulk could pull a stunt like that.. let's see how you handle my Sunday Punch!"

And then his fist is incoming, hurtling around with force in a league Hyperion would well appreciate as it swings around in a right cross for the universe displaced hero.
Hyperion     And now is time for the biggest shockwave of the fight. It's not quite a 'world of cardboard' moment, but Hyperion is already winding up for a strike of his own. In classic superbeing fashion, he is swinging for the jaw once more.

    And... this is when he underestimates Juggernaut's speed. His punch will strike, but only in the split second -after- Juggernaut's hits him in the face.

    The amusing part of this is that Juggernaut's fist is larger than Hyperion's head. For the first time in his -life-.. Hyperion feels blood well up in his mouth from something other than a magic weapon.

    IN the slow-mo Rocky-like replay of this punch, one can see Hyperion's face ripple like liquid from the force of the blow. It's not enough to knock him unconscious, but it -does- send him flying back into a tall office building.

    His body impacts the building, and blasts right through a critical support beam.... The impact shatters most of the windows in the building... and then everything goes silent. Only the soft pitter patter of debris falling into the hole Hyperion made. But then comes the cracking sound of the building itself as the frame begins to lean towards Juggernaut. It's coming down, for sure...

    And that is when another blur of motion is seen. Again black and gold... as Hyperion places his back against the building. Were it just physical strength, the thing would crumble around him. But again with the anti-gravitons suffusing the structure... he manages to exert his force on the whole thing at once, not just a six foot by four foot section. The building slows in its fall, and then stops before moving back upright nice and slow. It's going to take a while for repairs... well let's face it, most likely evacuation and then controlled demolition. Who can say?! Maybe Damage Control will get involved. But Hyperion is no longer remotely focused on Juggernaut.

    For his part, Juggernaut may be surprised that Hyperion is even conscious. Maybe they'll get to -really- test each others' limits in the future sometime.
Cain Marko Whelp. Okay then.

Juggernaut's ears ring, his brain rattles and his body trembles like a city devestating explosion was just detonated o the inside. Hyperion is STRONG..very..very strong. Of course his ego being what it is..he'll always -presume- he's got the greater muscle between the two but..put it simply..he didn't sign up for this crap.

The force of their exchange had managed to skid him backwards several dozen yards at that. He had braced himself for the blow and so lacked the benefit of his unstoppable nature and is indeed lucky he managed to brace himself as much as he did to not be sent wholesale out of the area.

But he -does- see that building start to head his way and he twists towards it while shaking the cobwebs out of his brain-space..only to see Hyperion step in.

Juggernaut -could- help. He didn't come here to break a building full of people.. But his time is up. Business is business.

"Next time, hero! I'll show you what happens when I stop holding back!" he thunders before turning to run, starting an unstoppable charge through the area and heading towards The Hudson for a quick dive and get away.