[@Savato]
[Impact Crater, Bern, Switzerland]
Apocalypse stood, as the plasma bolts crashed into the ground around him. He noticed he had been surrounded, a group of Mutons holding their weaponry at the ready. He had been able to tell from the start that this opponent was a dangerous one, and the apparent danger excited him. In death and revival there was only victory for him. When he spoke, his voice was inhumanly deep and gruff. "I wish only to face the greatest foes I can find, and to crush them beneath my feet. You will be the first of many to fall before me." The behemoth's speech revealed him to be more intelligent than might have been apparent at first. Of course, the Ethereal had been well aware of the creature's intellectual capability from the start. What happened next, however, might surprise him.

Apocalypse seemed to flicker out of sight, once more instantly accelerating to the speed of sound. This time, however, it was not the ethereal he went after. So fast it seemed almost instant, he had appeared next to one of the Mutons, dodging through a hale of plasma bolts to land a single blow on the creature's chest. The armour worn by the mutons was comparable to the armoured plating of a tank, capable of shrugging off small arms fire with ease. Even the high-powered armour-piercing weaponry used by the Xcom elite team had a hard time inflicting any serious harm. And yet, this creature's single blow shattered it, annihilating it instantly. A wave of force traveled through the muton's body, like the force of a bullet after entering. It's internal organs were pulped, it's skeleton crushed, it's armour shattered. It all happened so fast that, to an outsider, the muton had simply exploded in a shower of blood.

The mutons fired, attempting to keep up. And yet, their movements weren't even close to the speed necessary to keep up with Apocalypse. He shot through the attacks, dodging some and simply tanking others. Any damage dealt to his body was swiftly healed, his form regenerating from even the most serious of blows. Without Apocalypse heading straight towards the creature, the Uber Ethereal had no way of hitting with it's psionic spears, and it was well aware of that. Within instants, the mutons were annihilated. Ranks ripped to pieces, single blows turning them to red fountains. Each punch holding the power of a small nuclear missile, right in the face. 

A force of about twenty mutons was decimated in an instant, in a single breath. Less than a second had passed, and yet nothing remained but a thin red mist. The creature once more stood in the middle of the group, covered in blood and gore. It turned to the Ethereal, with a grin on it's face. The Mindfray had lessened it's abilities slightly, and several severe burn wounds could be seen on it's body, where an area had simply been burned away. And yet they swiftly closed, anything but a decisive blow useless against his immortal physique. And all this happened in less time than it would have taken most to pull off a single shot. "Now, shall we continue? Because now that your grunts are gone, I think you lost your ability to heal."