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Apocalypse raised his head to confront the massive figure before him, roaring in annoyance. However, he was not a being for fear, and he could take down beings of such size with relative ease. However it already knew that his weakened state would make fighting hard, and his opponent's apparent psychic power would get in the way. He took a step, ready to make his assault, when a blast of psychic energy struck him from the front. He was pushed backwards, a lance of psionic energy striking him from the front, attempting to push it's way through his body. He growled, and as he stood once more a large wound could be seen in his chest. Apocalypse had no internal organs, however, being an almost solid block of matter. Not a single drop fell from his body, and his chest was already beginning to heal. The creature shot forward, strafing to avoid further hits, and closed the distance in a moment. 

Apocalypse jumped up like a rocket, launching another titanic blow. His fist hit the creature right in the face with the power of a small nuclear missile, the mere shockwaves strong enough to shatter the creature's every bone. Or so he thought. For his fist merely struck the concrete walls of a skyscraper, even as it began to collapse under the force of the blow. His opponent seemed not to have moved, and yet he didn't seem to be able to find his balance, to find his aim.

Roaring, he shot from building to building, tearing down the area. He would reach the Ethereal eventually, by sheer virtue of running out of other shit to tear down as he began flattening the city block. However, the ethereal would have a massive advantage at the moment. The effects of the psionics would eventually work out, however, and Apocalypse was clearly not tiring. If this were turned into a war of attrition, it was clear that Apocalypse's adaptive capabilities would win it the day.