“Die, you worthless rat!” Ivo was pissed off, today: for some reason. Kendall couldn’t quite understand why. Or maybe he wasn’t pissed off, maybe he was just in some type of way, and had decided to take it out on Kendall. He’d never know: never get the chance to know.
All Kendall knew was that he was outmatched: Ivo had caught him off guard, by surprise. It had been such a long time since he had seen Ivo again. Too long to really remember; Kendall had been too focused on other things. He’d been trying to locate Dominic ( still ), planning for the multiverse’s revolution ( whenever that was gonna go down ), trying to balance his own life with more work commitments ( nothing new ). It had left Kendall very vulnerable, he’d let his guard lax, and Ivo always counted on Kendall’s stupidity in that regard.
The missiles that had hit Kendall would have killed another, outright. They had exploded violently on impact, and it was only through the grace of his mystical healing that Kendall’s body wasn’t torn to shreds, turned to just ash in the fiery violence that engulfed him.
Ivo seemed to know this ( had he been spying on Kendall?... ), because he had modified these missiles; that wasn’t ordinary fire. The flames that burned at Kendall, seemed to sap away at his energies: both the chaotic and the magical. His body kept trying and failing to heal the wounds, and Kendall’s scream that tore from him was shrill, agonised in its surprise.
Ivo didn’t stop there: more missiles, ones that Kendall had no choice but to cause to prematurely explode with his own sphere attacks of mystic energy, which damaged the earth and the trees around them, the nearby hills.
Thankfully, Kendall hadn’t been in Station Square at the time: he’d been travelling, for work. Or, trying to, which is how Ivo had intercepted Kendall.
The battle lasted an hour: somewhere in the midst, Ivo had managed to inflict enough damage to Kendall’s right metallic arm that it overloaded and exploded. The damaged limb dangled off him, and yet for as haggard and bloodied and burned as Kendall looked, he still managed to run away.
Whether it was luck, Ivo feeling merciful, or something else entirely: well, Kendall wasn’t gonna stick around to figure it out! He’d warped away from the area, his body’s defences desperate in trying to locate some place safe; someone that could help him.
Kendall had landed, directly in front of... Robotnik? Ivo? Again; no, but he was different-- different body shape, different aura and sense. Kendall was bleeding profusely, it no doubt staining the ground; pure chaos energy plasma was dripping from the still sparking mechanical limb on his right shoulder.
“Ivo....” Kendall’s vision was wavering; he barely managed to whisper that name, an odd desperation to his tone. He took a single step towards the other, before collapsing, starting to fall. Kendall had been knocked unconscious, and would no doubt bleed out and die if left in that state.
