BOOM! An all consuming flame erupted, setting the entire floating island ablaze in a dramatic fireball. The explosion was large enough that it was certain nothing in the area survived. The island seemed to shake under the immense force, almost splitting apart under the immense force. The fire cracked and sizzled, the horrid fumes filling the air and choking out, clearly whatever breathed. It took a while for the ashes to settle. There were no survivors expected among the wreckage as the fire rose.

The wind blew away revealing the results of such a powerful attack. Standing alone within a large crater, was Pierce Gatsby, still kicking. Before him, rubble strewn about the crater. The muscular man flexed his pectoral muscles, and as soon as he did, the smoke cleared completely out of the way, revealing Pierce's Herculean physique. His plan, flawless. Using muscles, Pierce stamped a hole for himself to hide in. Using his power to LIFT things, he had created a cap made of stone and earth as well as some of the converted metal created by Ivar, protecting himself from the outside explosion. It had taken the cap along with most of the top soil of the island.

Pierce glared directly at Ivar as he stomped out of the crater, finally getting a glimpse of his true opponent, apparently unscathed by the explosion. He lifted a muscular finger. "Hmm... So it was you." Pierce grumbled angrily. "TOMORROW. WHEN YOUR ASS IS IN THE HOSPITAL SCREAMING IN PAIN, YOUR WIFE WILL BE ON HER BACK SCREAMING MY NAME!" he insulted, running toward Ivar. He vaulted up over Ivar's wall, pumping his fist out. Another fist projected out of the first fist, flying at highspeeds toward Ivar. It was aimed directly at his face.