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Koschei the Deathless, Chapter 3 by Soviet-Superwoman Koschei the Deathless, Chapter 3 by Soviet-Superwoman
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"We have both been down a long road, Olga - one paved with difficult trials. The greatest war in human history. Millions of our countrymen dead. Those trials are behind us now. Any father can only hope that he is one day humbled by the feats of his daughter, and you are so very much the daughter...the child I wish had been mine. But it is your spirit, Olga, of which I am most proud. You - and you alone - possess the courage, the determination, and the strength of will that will be required of you to help our people, to continue the great legacy of the Soviet Union. You honor me. A father's pride cannot be measured in words, but know that I am proud of you, my daughter."

Stalin's words swam through her head even as her body soared through the night sky like a missile. Koschei's massive uppercut had sent her tumbling through the air like a rag doll. The air was cool and crisp on her bruised and bloodied face. She had time to let out a single gasp before she impacted to the ground, creating a massive trench in the earth as she ripped and bounced across it. The amazonian woman crashed heavily through a structure of brick and cinder blocks...she was somewhere more inland, a farm perhaps...before continuing through a wooden fence. The Soviet Superwoman finally came to rest flat on her back, several miles from where she had been previously. She was barely conscious and every part of her body was in pain. It had been a long time since she had last taken a beating of this magnitude and that had been in a life or death struggle with her arch-enemy Ultrawoman. Koschei would be here soon to finish her off, of that she had no doubt...or drag her back to Russia. Perhaps he truly was the being of legend after all. If the Baba Yaga had enchanted him or his armor, it would explain why he was able to land such devastating injuries and cripple her invulnerability and regeneration.

Her eyelids fluttered. She had to stay awake! Had to get back to her feet! Lying there, staring up at the stars as they appeared, Olga Yezhov tried to find the strength to pull herself up. She hurt so very badly.


Maia. Her Возлюбленная. Maia was always there as a source for her inspiration, love and hope. Maia was the greatest and best thing that had ever happened to her since arriving in Angel Falls. Her love for her knew no bounds and it was a resource she had called upon many times in the past when she was being beaten badly or needed the strength to carry on. Remembering that mane of red hair, her scent, her gorgeous green eyes...her American accent...the feel of her strong powerful arms wrapped around her...Maia was everything she had ever wanted in the world and she would do anything to get back to those arms again. Anything. Move Heaven and earth if she had to. Sacrifice her life for hers if she needed to.

But this time she could feel herself swelling with a far different emotion: Anger.

She had made a horrible mistake years ago. Angry, frustrated and under the influences of alcohol and a handful of manipulative super-villains, Olga had done something that she regretted to this day. She had attacked the Russian Federation with the aim of re-creating a strong, powerful Soviet Empire again. She had wanted to bring back the glory and power to a nation that may have never even existed here and in doing so had made herself an enemy of her own people. Over the years she had tried to mend that fence and show the Russian people that she was not a dictator and that the symbol she wore did not mean she was a relic from an "evil empire" and each time her attempts were rebuffed by a new threat against her and the people she loved. The Warlord came first, attacking her mind and humiliating her for the world to see. He left a trail of innocent dead in his wake for no reason than his hatred for her. Then came the Siberian Guardsman, Red Nova and the rest of the team sent to hunt her down in the very streets of Angel Falls. Koschei was the final straw. A white-hot flame ignited in her breast and began to grow. She had paid enough for her mistakes and so had those around her. Enough innocent people had been killed or hurt over her. Whoever was holding Koschei's leash in Russia were probably the same individuals who had signed the attack orders time and time again, always with the same excuse.

The Soviet Superwoman forced herself up on her elbows, gritting her teeth from the pain. With a grunt she rolled over on to her side and pulled herself back up to her feet, slowly and unsteadily. Koschei was coming, she could hear his leaps as he made his way in this direction shaking the ground beneath him. She would have only a few seconds to catch her breath and regain what strength she could. Olga's jaw was locked in a scowl and her eyes burned with a red glow. Koschei was just another in a long line of attack dogs. A savage beast whose only goal was to take her down and drag her back to Moscow. A sharp exhale of breath cleared her flaring nostrils as her eyes cut towards the skyline of trees behind her. Hands capable of shearing metal like paper tightened into trembling fists. This time would be different. This time she would beat the names of her enemies out of their lackey. He would talk...or she would test just how immortal Koschei really claimed to be. Her sensual lips pulled back into a snarl as the sound of his approach intensified.

Koschei appeared like a descending titan leaping over the treetops. Olga shot upwards at tremendous speed, approach making a sound like a thunderclap, and met him in the air with a vicious blow to the midsection. Koschei was taken by surprise at her renewed assault and took the brunt of her blow, doubling over in the air. Olga quickly shot up behind him and took hold of his already damaged shoulder armor with both hands, swinging him towards the earth like a bowling ball. The massive titan crashed into the ground, throwing up a cloud of dirt and stone as he continued to cut a swath across the already damaged field. Olga followed after him, racing through the air as he rolled and tumbled, opening up with a salvo of laser fire from her eyes. The scarlet blasts peppered his body as he continued to bounce across the landscape, ripping holes in his armor and burning his flesh.

When he finally came to a stop, Olga smashed down on him with both feet, pinning him underneath her. The giant Russian had time to let out a single bellow from his gaping maw before the Soviet Superwoman unleashed a series of super-sonic punches to his head and shoulders. The punches rained down at full strength, hammering his armor plating like a piece of metal on an anvil. Faster than the eye could follow she punished Koschei. His helmet looked as if it were denting in and distorting all on it's own. Olga continued until her knuckles were bruised and bloody, the fabric of gloves ripped away from the assault. The muscular woman finished her series with a brutal uppercut that sent Koschei flying up and away from her. A metallic sound hitting the ground a few yards away told her that his helmet had been knocked loose from the blow. Koschei came down hard several dozen yards further. He was still amazingly still conscious, but struggling to get back to his feet. His face was opposite of her and besides, she was too far away to make out what he looked like. It no longer mattered. She began to make her way towards him, blood dripping from her damaged hands.

It was time to end this.

To be continued...


This piece of magnificent artwork was provided by my good friend, the incredibly talented :iconpaulposer:! Thank you so much, I hope my words did it justice.

Another big thanks goes to my partner in crime, :iconandrewr255:, whose ideas, inspiration and support are so very important. :iconbowplz:. Hope this one caught you by surprise! :D

Soviet-Superwoman and the story are my property and creations. Koschei the Deathless in an ancient Slavic myth that I am having fun borrowing from liberally.

This story takes place in :iconangel-fallsda:
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TitanmoonArt Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Are you a superior woman? The soviet march will cry for muscovites.
PaulPoser Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2012
Amazing story and an utterly brutal comeback! Olga can really dish it out when she gets into that "destruction mode"!
The-Highlander Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012
Brutal comeback, just shows that you should never think someone is finished until they are defiantly done (preferably with some permanent injuries).

Looking forward to see who's behind all this (and how Olga deals with them).
Jebriodo Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Professional Traditional Artist
He's either Stalin or Popeye. I'm certain of it.
Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012
:iconpopeyeplz::iconsaysplz:I yam what I yam!
Teri-Minx Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012
Great chapter, showcasing Olga's true strength and resolve. I love it.
Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012
Thanks Teri, always great to hear your input! :iconbowplz:
Warfang512 Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012
Not quite sure how I feel about this one... The picture is pretty nice had no idea her thighs were so huge! But what happened to Koschei in this one? He just totally accepted his beating here seems out of place considering the previous chapters.
Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012
Don't know if he "accepted" it lol. He got caught unawares by a foe he had previously thought would barely have the strength to stand up and Olga poured on some punishment.
Warfang512 Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012
I hope he at least has a good go in ch. 4 I really hope this beat down wasn't enough to put down the deathless. I didn't even think about this until now but isn't it weird when a hero goes back and thinks about there love and find the strength to fight back. Why doesn't the villain ever do this? I know for certain characters they don't have anything but I could definitely see this villain finding something within himself to fight for. Just a thought really but it applies to so many stories especially in the superhero genre.....
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