Had El Rey been the kind of man to offer advice, he would have warned Xavier against this course. This desperate attempt to fill every moment with peril would only leave him vulnerable. A warrior must be swift, but not so much so that he acts with haste, and his every movement must be clear in mind if not heart.

Such was the folly of youth...

He was not surprised when Xavier reshaped those metal gloves into metal orbs, trapping his hands within. Given Xavier’s acute control over the bloody metal from whence he’d formed the pair, this been a distinct possibility from the very beginning. Seeing it come to fruition merely taught El Rey that much more about the enemy. However swift Xavier may have been, contact was made and his attack had been stopped, at least for a time. Meanwhile El Rey never bothered to initiate his attack, it was pointless to strike with his knee now, what with hands being trapped. But even with both attempts stalled this was far from a neutral position.

The Fifth Apocalypse merely took a step forward and thrust his captured arms into Xavier's abdomen, unleashing the same devastating attack as before, but this time in stereo.

Of positioning, it was perfect. No attempt had been made to stop El Rey from sliding his hands between Xavier's forearms, most likely because the other thought he wouldn't even bother, but that was far from the case. He was mere inches away from Xavier's core with a pair of working hands, if that, while the other was only halfway through his own rising strike and forced to circumnavigate El Rey's beastly limbs just to deliver a neutered version of his initial attack. The choice to cut Xavier off at the pass was much an act of mercy as violence.

Of the orbs, they were no problem. Though Xavier surmised that El Rey would have to produce an incredible amount of force to break them, he had forgotten that El Rey was force personified. The mere act of clenching his fingers into fists within those orbs was enough to send cracks flying across the surface. Inside, any metal that had been between his fingers and palms was ground to dust. Then, in that short distance he utilized every muscle in the body at once, gathering the full of their strength with only an inch of draw, just to pummel Xavier.

But just as before, physical force was merely a supporting actor to the real threat. Not one but two apocalyptic blasts tore out from his fists, evaporating what was left of the glove-orbs into nonexistence and then rampaging through Xavier's abdomen. Two turns had been spent stopping the attack from happening, no turns had been spent preparing a defense against it, and thus it was safe to assume that the attack would go off unmolested. The ring post tore off, the ropes and apron evaporated, a gaping hole would open in Xavier’s chest born of energy that would flay the rest of his upper body and pelvis.

Then when it was all over El Rey stood in the ring alone, his arms spread out to either side of his body and a snarl in his throat, just as a fourth eye emerged from his costume.