The red cloud energy which blanketed the floor began to quiver and lighten as the density of the cloud shifted and allowed the particles within the cloud to rise into the sure and surround the two fighters. This did nothing to block the sight of either man but rather cast a light red hue over the ring. 

"It is." Xaviers deep voice boomed across ring in answer of El Rey. In further response Xavier gave a single nod off acknowledgement as El Rey finished speaking. Xavier had never been one for banter during a battle but rather chose to have his fighting do the speaking for him. As for what Xavier had locked onto about El Rey; it was simply El Rey as a whole that garnered Xavier's attention at the moment. From the Jaguars head upon his shoulders and the yellow eyes which peered back at him to the skintight clothing he wore against his body.

Now, with the cloud of energy dispersed so thin, Xavier could [I]feel[/I] El Reys body and muscles shifting and moved into action in an instant with slow and thunderous steps. One thing was clear here; El Rey fancied himself the stronger of the two and sent a tiny twang of excitement through Xaviers body and just knowing that he was being underestimated. Xavier had seen men like El Rey before; maybe not [b]exactly[/b] like him but he has faced down many a man whose​ claims of power were as fanciful as the rest. Beaten and broken Xavier would drag what remained to his source of power, using his blood to breakdown their bodies and better understand what separates their muscular structure from his own and he fills in the gaps. Utilizing his own energies and liquid metal to restructure himself on a microscopic level. So while Xavier did hold the body of a marginally smaller man than El Rey, he possessed such strength that it would nearly triple the power of an average advanced man of his size.

Whether or not this would spell out a victory of strength was beyond Xavier but he was confident in the fact that at any rate the two would come to a stalemate. With this in mind Xavier approached El Rey until he was within reaching distance of his outstretched hands where Xavier stopped, spread his feet 3 ft apart before moving them each 3 inches off center with the left foot forward and right foot back before bending himself at the knees. Arching his back slightly forward Xavier reached out and, should El Rey's hands still be there, interlocked his fingers with El Rey's so that their palms would be flat against one another.

If El Rey did not know of Xaviers body already than he would the instant the two touched. Xaviers skin would be soft and pliable to the touch, as it was supposed to be, but beneath the skin his muscles would not give a single micron as they replicated solid steel in their firmness. Xavier would waste no time in exerting himself against El Rey's grip; working to push against his strength as well also attempting to force El Reys wrists back upon themselves to gain the upper hand.

As Xavier exerted his body the mask covering his face began to quake and launhed two more spikes into Xaviers face; right along side the others. The blood which oozed from their moved to join the already existing stream which had now moved to Xavier's sternum. Creating a small circular pool of dark red blood on his chest.