Going Straight To The Point.

Unfortunately, she wasn't going to let him go that easily. What he had said had caused the entire bar to road in laughter. She wasn't that old, but being called old wasn't pleasant to hear. 

She said with narrowed eyes, "Look who has a sharp mouth. I wonder what your mouth will look like when I break your teeth in." 

As far as threats went, that didn't crack his top ten list of fears. Not when his jaws were cracked about two weeks ago. 

So he said, "Been there, done that. You should see the other guy. He looks just like you. Old and worn out."

What he said was bad enough, but it was the roar of laughter that ensued that caused most of the damage. It made her so angry that she stood up angrily and began marching towards him. Blue scales grew over her skin as she enlarged to become a giant. 

Maybe it was all an intimidation tactic. Maybe she didn't really mean him any harm. Maybe she wanted to rough him up to establish herself amongst these people. Maybe she would have backed off if he had begged. Kelvin didn't care and he was not willing to find out. He went for the kill immediately. 

He dashed towards her at the earliest sign of agreession. That was when she had stood up angrily. He recognized that he was in a nest of vipers. The only thing he could count on was his strength and being the first to make the first attack in a fight. 

Three metal blades came out of his balled-up fist as he lunged for her. He jumped over the table in front of him to close the distance between them. The people on the table and beside her scattered because of his actions. 

Despite making the first move, she was surprised by his actions. That surprise soon turned into anger when she realized that not only did he not cower to her, he thought he could beat her, and he was foolish enough to try to. 

She clenched her fist and swung it at him. The entire motion was telegraphed and clear as day to him. He shifted away from the punch and closed in on her. His right fist smashed into her stomach, impaling her with his three metal claws. Then he moved his fist up. 

His metal claws ripped open her torso immediately. He cut her from stomach to chest. Blood spurted out of the cut and splashed onto his face. Her fist also smashed into his head. 

The fist sent him flying immediately. This was despite him being heavy because of his metal bones. Such was her great strength. Not even a speedster managed to push him that far with a punch. 

But things were different this time. Apart from the tear of the skin on his skull, he was fine. There was some ringing in his ears, but it was overcome with the pleasure of seeing his opponent clutching their stomach to prevent their gut from falling out. 

He grinned wickedly and twisted his neck to pop the bones of his spine. Then he began circling her, looking for an opening. 

Her eyes were burning with anger; it could burn him alive if she could produce lasers. But she couldn't. All she could do was glare and seethe at him. 

Someone on the side spoke, "Maybe that's enough." 

He warned whoever it was sternly, "Shut up if you don't want me to gut you too." 

She too was not open to someone interfering. She said, "Stay out of this. He is mine." 

Kelvin was taken aback. He thought he was the one winning. He couldn't fathom where her confidence lay, but he wasn't going to let that make him second-guess himself.

He continued circling her. A large space had cleared up for them to fight. He made good use of it by trying to get to her through the side he had cut open. She was using her arm to hold it together, so she was vulnerable in that aspect. 

Unfortunately, she was hell bent on making things difficult for him as she turned to keep him away. This forced him to approach her openly. He did so with another dash to cover the distance quickly. 

She reached her other hand to her back to grab something. It was an odd action, which he noted. They were in a fight after all. She was supposed to punch at him. If she isn't doing that, then she must be up to something more dangerous. 

He didn't stop his attempt to close the distance between them. But he was ready when she brought her hand forward again, but with a gun this time. 

She said with a sneer, "Looks like you brought a knife to a gunfight."

She aimed for his head and shot him. The shot missed because he jerked his head to the side. He was already expecting something like that. The fact that Wrath saw the gun and warned him of it combined with his ability to shift the bones in his neck only made it easier for him to dodge it. 

She pulled the trigger again, but it was too late. He was too close. The second shot missed again. Someone howled at the back as the bullet struck them while a single swipe of his left hand severed her arm. Then the metal blades of his right fist severed her head. 

Her large head fell to the ground with a loud thump. Then it and her body began to shrink back to her small, young, and, one might say, beautiful form. Unfortunately, she isn't any of those things anymore, all because she could dish it out but couldn't take it. 

The onlookers howled and cheered. They clapped and hooted. Some didn't. Those ones were watching him warily. Killing is not forbidden, but killing so skillfully is different and worth noting. But most of the other villains cheered the victor of the deadly match.