Free The First: EVO Uprising by Kipjo Ewers Page B

thrown at her, she stepped into the blows, which was an offense on its own as she knocked each man backwards every time they struck her.  
    It was similar to watching toddlers playfully pushed around by a larger adult.
    She was controlling the fight. Her offensive maneuvers were positioning the Captain and the Machine where she wanted them to be.  
    As she purposely allowed them to flank her on both sides, both men with a split second eye contact came up with the idea to shoot and tackle her at the same time. That one unified attack defined the difference in power between the three combatants.  
    Sand exploded into the air as Sophia charged the Siberian Machine shattering his shoot attempt with an NFL style shoulder tackle, which knocked a man twice her size backwards almost six feet into the air, and twenty yards across the three-day-old beach.  
    As the Russian went crashing in a painful and awkward way, Captain Omega who regained his footing after missing his initial shoot attempt, kicked up sand of his own as he attempted another tackle. As the former All American from Virginia came in for a sack that could derail a freight train, Sophia dug her toes into the sand assuming a football stance of her own. With a burst of force with a distance of only three inches per Erica’s readings, she derailed the unstoppable force known as Captain Omega.  
    To Rogers it was like watching a motorcyclist from one of those reality television shows slamming into a brick wall going sixty miles an hour and wondering how they survived. The Captain’s neck snapped back violently as he too was lifted off his feet before coming down on the upper part of his shoulders. As the rest of his body came down, he folded like a lawn chair. Erica who viewed the footage multiple times still winced from watching the brutal blow.  
    It was clear to Rogers what Sophia was doing. With her speed and apparent hand-to-hand combat skill, she could easily have dismantled the super-powered duo with a couple of well-placed strikes.    
    She, however, was looking to etch this fight into their skulls.  
    As the Captain groaned slowly unfolding himself from his painful position, Sophia continued her lesson on the slow rising Russian. This time she took the offense blasting across the sand with a sonic boom sprint on her newly raised island darting straight towards the Machine. Just before impact, she had to hop to hit her six inches taller target. With a clothesline that would make the legendary Stan Hansen wet himself in Rogers’ eye, Sophia dismantled the Machine turning him inside out. He crashed back down to the semi-moist sand once again never to rise. Only a fluttering groan signified that he was still breathing.  
    As she looked down at the semi-conscious Russian, a roaring Captain Omega back up on his feet came out of nowhere using his pistons for legs to propel him back into the fight hitting Sophia across the face with an earth quaking superman punch. He followed up with a full on assault of lefts and rights delivering face and body shots staggering her.  
    Rogers knew it was not the case; she saw him coming a mile away and could have swatted him out of midair. Instead, she chose to drop her guard allowing him to wail away at her. Readings showed that the Captain had struck Sophia over twenty times and counting with thunderous blows that could total a tank. It appeared as if the Captain was winning with each blow.  
    The grin on her face said otherwise.  
    Even with Sophia’s tremendous durability and endurance, the sand she stood on could not hold her in place to withstand Captain Omega’s devastating hits causing her to slide around every time he struck her.  
    The tale ended with her catching one of his missile blows in mid strike. She followed up with a brutal gut check to a man he saw single handily pull two aircraft carriers to shore with just a steel chain for a charity benefit a year ago. It echoed throughout the central command with