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The creature stood from it's crater, it's body already healing from the impact. It looked over to the strange being that had appeared in front of it. And even it's limited mind could tell that this creature was one of great power, judging solely by it's aura. Apocalypse simply grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. How good was it that the first being it would meet after it's exile would be one of such power? For power was the anvil on which it would forge it's own strength. Battle was the heat with which it would reforge itself. For in victory he would gain experience, and in death he would gain in power. He could not be stopped, merely delayed. And this being would be the first of many to feel his wrath.

In an instant, Apocalypse broke the sound barrier. It shot forward like a bullet, fist swinging towards the Ethereal. The force the fist carried was roughly the equivelant to that of a jumbo jet striking you in the face. Were the blow to land, the ethereals relatively frail body would be annihilated in an instant, the shockwave pulping it's internal organs as it's physical form was launched through several city blocks. However, things were never as easy as that. And while the original Doomsday had possessed an immunity to psychic attacks, Apocalypse had no such resistance.