Doppelganger, part four

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"Olga, we are coming to offer assistance! ETA three minutes!" the voice crackled through Olga's sub-dermal communicator.



She had barely heard the message as the blast of iconic energy she had been hit by had thrown her directly through the front window of a local Starbucks.  Patrons scattered away from the flying glass in all directions, leaving behind their laptops and chai-tea as the caped heroine smashed inside, crashing through several table and chairs before hitting the floor with a groan. The big Russian was still bleeding from several wounds Hiltraud had inflicted on her with a unique blade and she was covered in multiple bruises and smaller wounds as well. At least two broken ribs judging by the trouble she was having catching her breath. Picking herself up off the floor, Olga ran a hand through her short black hair, shaking out several jagged pieces of glass before tapping on her communicator.


"Nyet, I will take care of this genetic abomination myself. If I cannot contain her I will lead her out of the city, but this is my battle, please!"


There was a pause on the other end. Olga wasn't even sure who had spoken to her...General Bardak...Warbuster...O.D.I.N.? In any event they were probably assessing whether or not to give her the time she needed. Olga hated to admit it but she had already tried to take this fight out of the city and Schadenfreude was having none of it. All she could do now was mitigate the damages and loss of life while taking this bitch down as quickly as she could.


"Alright Olga, but in fifteen minutes if this isn't over we come in with everything."


"Da." Olga responded sharply as her eyes locked on her opponent from across a field of broken cars and shattered roadway. Hiltraud was standing there waiting for her, her massive arms crossed over her chest. Most of her fake Soviet Superwoman costume was ripped to shreds or burned off, revealing an impressively sculpted musculature. Twin lasers arched out from Olga's eyes towards the larger woman. Hiltraud quickly dodged to the left, half flying-half jumping as she ducked behind a wrecked car. To be that large she was still quite flexible and agile Olga thought with some irritation. She would have to make it a point to visit Titan's Cove and up her own regime to deal with threats like this easier.


Schadenfreude kicked the car with all of her might towards the Soviet Superwoman. The huge piece of wreckage flew through the air towards her like it was a soccer ball. Olga rushed forwards, swerving out of the way of the incoming Ford. A side-view mirror just missed clipping her in the cheek as she moved in the direction of her foe. Schadenfreude was there waiting for her, having run up as well. A huge, meaty fist smashed into her shoulder and staggered her sideways. The Russian juggernaut collided with a traffic light pole, tilting it from her impact. Instinctively she swung around behind her with a right hook. The swing was clumsy and off balance, missing Hiltraud as she approached. The hulking clone swung her leg in wide arc, catching Olga hard in the midsection. Something inside her popped. The smaller woman gasped as the wind was knocked out of her her. The Soviet Superwoman shook her head from side to side and tried to catch her breath. Her arms were raised defensively, but it she was in no shape to actually do anything but stand their and struggle to breathe.


Hiltraud raised her arm and unleashed a blast of iconic energy at point blank range. There was an explosion of purple light as Olga was thrown backwards for a second time, bouncing off another car before coming to rest on the ground amid all the debris of their battle. As she looked up, her vision doubling for a second, Olga Yezhov looked at the devastation their battle had caused to the middle of downtown in a matter of minutes. So much destruction...so much useless carnage. She coughed a few times as her lungs began to fill with air once again, despite the stabbing pain she felt in her sides. She could hear the people cheering for her as they stood far back away from the battle. The Soviet-born woman glanced to the side and saw a throng of citizens a few yards away, held back by police as they pumped their fists and snapped pictures, taking videos. They were chanting her name. They believed in her.


Hiltraud landed next to her, slamming into the ground hard enough to cause a tremor. A rough hand grabbed a handful of her short hair and jerked her upright. Olga's hand flew upwards and she shrieked slightly at the pain. Schadenfreude reached forward and took her by the throat with her other hand, clamping down with all the strength she could muster. The larger woman let go of Olga's hair, lifting her up and off the ground with one arm. A smirk crossed Hiltraud's face as she watched Olga struggle in her grasp. She was trying to lift off with her flight and pry her hand open. Schadenfreude balled her other hand into a fist and punched her savagely in the stomach. Olga grit her teeth together and shuddered from the pain. Then a second punch, followed by a third. Hiltraud could actually feel her opponent getting weaker. Olga's face was beginning to turn purple and she was seeing starbursts in her field of vision. The Russian super-soldier tore at the glove and hand of the massive nearly-nude woman.


"I have all your weaknesses...I know how to exploit them." Hiltraud said as her grin widened. "I've been doing that this entire fight. Broken ribs, knocking the air from your lungs, blood loss; I have all your weaknesses, but twice your strength and power easily."


Her eyes flickered over towards the crowd as they continued to chant for their champion, take pictures and videos and watch in equal parts fascination and horror.


"Soon you'll be dead, in front of all your adoring fans. I wouldn't worry too much if I were you though, they will still have me to worship. I am after all the superior version of you."


To be concluded...

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A MASSIVE Thanks to for this incredible piece of artwork! Thank you so much, I love your version of Hiltraud!


Soviet Superwoman, Ilsa Hauppman, Schadenfreude, and the Fourth Reich are my creations and property.

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