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Doomsday growled, his prey had escaped him. Those whom he would hunt had disappeared, leaving him with an odd sense of disappointing. Tearing the tiny metal planes from the sky had been nothing more than an amusing distraction, they had been nothing but fish in a barrel. He lusted for a true challenge, a warrior who could challenge his might. He wished to fight with his all, and to be matched or outdone. All the better to hone his strength, to forge an ever greater strength in the fires of battle. He looked upwards, as he spoke.

"I know you can hear me, tall man. We made an agreement. I would allow your ship to continue flying, and you would take me to where I could best wreak havoc." He spoke with certainty, as no doubt the Ethereal would be monitoring Apocalypse in some way. While any bug placed within Apocalypse's body would soon be assimilated by it's hostile physiology, something such as a scout drone would easily suffice. "I have held up my end of the bargain, and your ship still flies. I have left your minions unharmed, and your pitiful plans are free to continue. So hold up yours, and bring me to my next opponent. I care not what, but provide me with an enemy to crush. For if you do not, I will tear this very world to the ground, starting with your pitiful excuse for a fleet."

Apocalypse spoke harshly, and yet it knew the harshness of it's words would make no impression on the ethereal. It was more habit and personal pride than any real intent to intimidate the ethereal. However, the ethereal now held a powerful weapon at it's disposal. It would be able to move apocalypse to any location on the planet, and decimate any target it chose. Like a long-range nuclear weapon, with none of the fallout. The only downside being the cleanup afterwards.