Koschei the Deathless, Chapter 2

Continued from:


Angel Falls, Present Day

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Olga continued flying until she reached the coast, several miles from Angel Falls. The sky was beginning to darken as evening was fast approaching, the sun dipping farther and farther downward into the horizon, casting orange hues into the navy blue heavens. It was scenic location full of sandy shoals and sparse grasses, a place she had come to relax many times when she felt like getting away from it all. The sunsets here had long become her favorite for their beauty and the way they reflected off the water. Her boots crunched as they landed on the warm, white sand, taking her a few steps before coming to a stop. Olga's raven-haired head whipped around behind her as she turned and began to scan the area. She knew Koschei was still in pursuit. She had seen him leaping incredible distances, propelling himself towards her with his superhuman strength. The Soviet amazon grit her teeth. She was nowhere near full strength. Her first clash with the Russian titan had sapped a great deal of her energy and strength and although her recuperative powers were astonishing, she doubted that Koschei was simply going to break off now when he knew she was wounded. At least no one else was going to be hurt far out here, in these beautiful surroundings.


All at once Koschei the Deathless appeared, charging towards her like a living battering ram. His heavily armored shoulders and head were thrust downwards, his hands clenching and unclenched out at his sides as he raced at her. Olga took a deep intake of breath before rocketing towards her foe, both fists out in front. The distance was closed in a matter of seconds with Olga slamming her tightly-balled fist directly into the side of his helm. Another burst of her precious super-speed allowed her to rain a series of savage punches to his head and shoulders. Each punch sounded like a thunderclap as they connected with the larger, so-called legend. Koschei swung his massive arm wide and caught her in the side of the head, smashing her back down to earth. Olga hit the ground chin-first, kicking up sand in all directions from her impact. She flipped herself over and rolled to the side just in time to avoid the fist that smashed downwards where her face would have been. The Soviet Superwoman flew to the left and then thrust herself forward to continue her assault.


The caped heroine rammed Koschei in the chest with her knee, driving it into him like a jackhammer. The giant let out a grunt a fraction of a second before her gloved hands grabbed a hold of his helmet, directly under his visor. With a cry of rage Olga pulled upwards with all the strength she could muster, lifting her foe up off his feet and sending him reeling, face-first into the earth. Koschei drove downwards, stunned at the ferocity of her assault as Olga continued to beat on him with a flurry of blows from her powerful arms. On his hands and knees now, the giant shot his arm outwards and caught the Soviet Superwoman by the throat even as her arm was pulled back for another punch. Koschei drove her back down to the ground, clamping his other hand down on her neck as well. His grip was like a vice, tightening as he shut off the flow of blood and oxygen to her head. Olga grabbed at his massive hands, pulling at his fingers frantically. He leaned forward, his rank breath filling what air remained.


"It is almost over little девочка." he grinned.


The Soviet Superwoman's eye lasers caught him full in the chest at point blank range, the force of the impact knocking him back and away from her a few feet. Olga took a deep, hoarse breath as she rolled over on her side, coughing and sputtering. Koschei rushed forward and took hold of her leg, swinging her around towards him before brutally kicking her in the abdomen. The Soviet heroine ricocheted off his armored boot and flew through the air before landing heavily on her side. Her hands went instinctively to her where her liver was. Koschei's kick had driven home directly into an old wound she had received during a battle with the Velorian conqueror Ultrawoman, a wound that had almost been fatal*. Despite her body's ability to regenerate and recover from nearly every injury, that spot still felt pain from time to time and right now it felt as if Koschei had managed to rip it back open. Olga gasped, her eyes tearing up at the corners. No time! She ducked and rolled out of the way just as the armored giant landed on the spot she had been with both feet, shaking the ground with his impact.


Koschei's fist, the size of a wrecking ball descended towards her. Olga blocked it with her right arm and shot forward with a left hook to the side of his head. The punch connected hard and sent him stumbling backwards, giving her an opening to exploit. Olga flew forward and crashed into him with her shoulder. To her shock and dismay, the giant Slavic warrior barely registered the impact and instead brought both his hands up and swiftly down onto her back with a powerful haymaker. Olga found herself once more smashed downwards into the earth. One of his hands grabbed a handful of her short, black hair and jerked her face up towards his leering maw. He swung his other tightly closed fist towards her exposed head. Olga reached out and caught the blow with her hand, retaliating with a punch of her own. The fist of the Soviet Superwoman landed with such force that not only did Koschei release her hair but he was also knocked backwards, his head whipping around from the devastating power she brought to bear on him. Olga let out another cry as she unleashed another flurry of brutal, rage-filled punches onto his head. The last one crashed down hard enough to dent his armored helm inwards on that side. Koschei stumbled and fell over backwards and Olga collapsed as well from the effort. Both warriors lay there for a moment, their bloodied and bruised bodies a sharp contrast to the postcard-image landscape of beauty around them.


Olga was the first to come back to her feet. She rose with great effort and took a moment to regain her footing. Her side was on fire now and she knew she was bleeding internally. A quick glance towards Koschei and she could see the big man was also trying to regain his footing. The Soviet Superwoman took a few quickened steps in his direction as he rose, lashing out at him with another punch. The Slavic warrior batted her fist aside with his huge arm and crashed down into her face with his armored head. Olga let out a yelp of pain and bent double, giving Koschei the opportunity to grab another handful of her hair. The armored man jerked her up off her feet and grinned, seeing her clutching her injured side for a moment before her hands shot up in an attempt to dislodge him from her hair. His fist reared back and collided with the area she had been nursing. Olga's eyes squeezed shut as the impact made her clench up all over. Koschei gave her another vicious punch to the liver, followed by another. The Soviet Superwoman went limp by the fourth blow, coughing up a spray of blood onto the chest of her tormentor.


Koschei dropped her, letting her fall back onto her hands and knees. Olga continued to cough up a pool of thick, red blood that soaked into the sand all around her.


"In leaving the city you have made a grave error. You may have saved the lives of others, but it has cost you your own." he said in a sober voice. "Realize little девочка that I take no pleasure in this."


The armored titan reached own and cruelly grabbed Olga by the neck, lifting her upwards until she was back on her knees. Her hands fumbled to once again pull herself free from his grasp. Koschei's lips widened into a jagged, blood-rimmed gasp as he began to crush the life out of her.


"I am a terrible liar." he whispered.


Olga's eyes flashed red again, her laser vision slicing into the armor of his helmet. Two deep gouges burned red-hot into the side of his helm but the giant Russian did not relent this time, instead he twisted her head sharply to the side with his other hand. The Soviet Superwoman fought against his grip, planting her hands and continuing to fire her lasers. She no longer had a clear shot at his helmet, but her blasts were now burning two deep holes directly into his pauldron on the right side. Through monumental effort, Olga began slowly turning her head, attempting to bring her lasers back around towards his helmet or even better, the exposed part of his face. The lasers cut and melted their way across creating two zig-zagging lines of molten metal. Koschei forced her head to the side with all the strength he could muster. The burning in his shoulder caused him pain, but it was nothing compared to what would happen if she bore down on his face with her lasers. Both opponents struggled for what seemed like an eternity before Koschie finally backhanded her across the face and released his grip, sending her sprawling away from him. His hand almost went immediately to his shoulder but the dripping metal and heat stopped it a few inches before. His mouth transformed into a snarl of disgust and rage.


"So you still have some fight left in you after all." he spat through his yellow teeth.


To be continued...

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Fantastic artwork commissioned by by my dear friend and patron , without whom none of this would be possible.

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

*The wound Olga is suffering from was received in this storyline: [link]