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Marvel: King of The Swarm Chapter 57: Silver (III)
🕑 Added 2025-07-06 19:08:59 +0000 UTCSilvija was the first to move steadily, shuffling towards Harry, who watched her approach. Silvija had planned to slowly dismantle Harry, taking her time and drawing out the fight, but now she was looking to end it. While it made no logical sense, Silvija could tell Harry had been trained in martial arts, and even more baffling was the rawness in his eyes. It was the same look she had seen a thousand times over in herself and others, those who dealt with life and death so frequently that the line between them blurred until they two were almost indistinguishable.
Silvija's mind told her that it was just a trick, that she was mistaken and confusing the look for something else. But her gut was screaming back, pushing away the notion and drowning out her rational thoughts.
Watcher her draw closer, Harry had to hold himself back, wanting nothing more than to throw himself into the fight with wild abandon just like he had with his primal form all those months ago. Instead, he savored the final moments of calm before the storm, capturing Silvija's face, cautious but still confident in her ability to win, 'I can't wait to tear that hope away from you.'
With an explosive exhale, Silvija suddenly sped up her feet, switching back and forth as she shuffled across the mat and got within striking distance. Planting her right foot, Silvija's shoulders and waist turned, driving her left fist forward in a straight jab aimed at Harry's center mass.
Watching the punch, Harry's mind was flooded with a lifetime of experience as he tapped into Elektra's memories, drawing on her martial training and countless life-and-death fights.
With a snap, Harry's right hand shot up, and with an almost dismissive slap, he pushed aside Silvija's jab with the back of his hand that then balled into a fist as his right foot slid across the ground. In one fluid motion, Harry stepped, extended his right arm, and turned his matching shoulder, leading with the entire right side of his body, narrowing his profile to the point where Silvija could barely see his chest.
The move wasn't fast, but the seamless coordination and fluidity of the motion carried a dangerous momentum aimed with impeccable precision at Silvija, unprotected ribs after opening up her left side by deflecting her testing jab.
The mercenary's eyes widened and rightfully so as she recognized the danger and dedicated every fiber of her being to avoiding it. Rocking back, Silvija shifted all of her weight onto her left leg and then turned out her foot, providing the power and stability she needed to shift her body to the side and out of the path of Harry's driven fist as her right foot snapped out in a side kick aimed at his flank.
Harry felt the rush of air displaced from Silvija's kick that would most likely shatter his ribs, but before the actual blow could reach him, his left hand dropped down before coming up and around in a circle with his hand turned around into a hook, catching Silvija's heel between his clenched fingers and the back of his forearm.
Silvija grunted as she found herself standing on one leg with the other captured in Harry's hand and held out to the side, leaving her in an extremely vulnerable position. But Silvija had been training and fighting for her entire life; there weren't many positions she hadn't found herself in.
In a shocking display of strength and athleticism, Silvija jumped at Harry, pushing off the mat with her only available leg. Still flying through the air, Silvija brought her knee up and around, squeezing it into the narrow opening between Harry's fist and his thigh. Watching the flying knee, Harry grinned as he brought his elbow down, sealing the gap and catching the devastating attack before it could land.
The recoil from the clash shot up Silvija's legs, but she didn't let that stop her as her leg slid up Harry's lowered shoulder and hooked around his back, giving her enough leverage to pull her other leg free of his left hand, which then clinched around his waist.
'How is this happening?' Maria thought to herself as she watched the furious exchange from the sidelines, 'How is he keeping up?'
Over the last month, Maria had managed to adjust her expectations of Harry as he performed miracle after miracle in the lab, birthing new technology and inventions left and right as if he were plucking them out of thin air. But that could be explained by his level of intellect and perhaps some kind of savant syndrome brought on after his diagnosis.
What Maria was witnessing now, an eighteen-year-old fighting off one of the most skilled and infamous mercenaries in the world...that was beyond what any logical reasoning could answer.
'If I weren't recording this, no one would believe my report tonight,' Maria thought before focusing back on the fight as it seemed to be reaching its climax.
Despite all of Silvija's weight pulling him forward, Harry remained upright and steady as he brought both his hands up in front of his face, just in time to block the first elbow strike that Silvija brought straight down with all her might.
There was an audible thud as bone met bone, but neither Harry nor Silvija flinched. Instead, the mercenary continued to rain down blows on Harry's arms while he got both of his feet back under him and stood up to his full height.
Feeling the shift, Silvija abandoned her brute force attempt and instead threw all of her weight back, as for a split moment, Harry wasn't fully rooted. Instead of fighting, Harry followed the momentum, letting his feet leave the ground as Silvija reached back with both hands that she planted on the mat while her legs still hooked around Harry slammed him onto his back.
The moment his fall came to a stop, Harry's arms crossed over his chest just in time to brace his hands against Silvija's thighs, stopping them from closing around his neck.
Staring up at Silvija, Harry grinned as he found the mercenary glaring down at him, her face glowing with sweat and a faint blush, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and loose strands of her long silver hair creating a curtain around her.
"I hope you're having as much fun as I am," Harry spoke between breaths as he laughed, much to Silvija's apparent frustration as she growled down at him, "You tricked me!"
"Of course I did," Harry admitted without shame as his eyes seemed to glow, "I told you I was a jealous and greedy person, everything that I want becomes mine one way or another, and the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew what I wanted."
Harry's voice dropped an octave as he finished talking, and for a split second, Silvija's concentration was broken as she realized her position, practically straddling Harry's face with her thighs wrapped around his head with nothing between his full lips and her crotch.
The thought only lasted for a split second, but that was all the window Harry needed as his hands slid down along the side of her thighs until the base of his palms found a gap between her thighs and calves. With a grunt, Harry pushed Silvija up and forward as he slid across the mat and in between her legs.
Once he was free of the grapple, Harry spun around onto his hands and knees before grabbing Silvija's ankle and pulling her towards him.
Before Silvija realized what was happening, Harry's hands were on her body, one sliding up across her stomach, up her chest, before wrapping around her neck while the other ran up her back and grabbed the top of her head.
And then pressing down on her was Harry's entire body, his sweat making his shirt stick to his skin, meaning Silvija could feel his muscles move against her.
"Do you submit?" Harry asked in Silvija's ear as she started to struggle trying to escape the soon-to-be choke hold, "No!"
"Don't make me choke you out," Harry chided as he started to apply pressure, with his hand on Silvija's head, pushing her down while his arm around her neck flexed and tightened, threatening to cut off the circulation to her brain, "Believe me, a year from now you'll back at this moment and wonder why you fought so hard. I'm about to make you the General of the strongest army in the world."
Silvija let out a grunt as in one last act of desperation, she grabbed at Harry's arm and tried to pry it off of her, but deep down, she knew it would work. After a second, when darkness started to creep in on the edges of her vision, Silvija's fingers then went slack as, with her last bit of consciousness, she tapped Harry's arm.
"Hm, Good girl," Harry muttered as he let go, letting Silvija take in a gasping breath as she blinked, fighting off the urge to pass out.
