King Bradley Vs. Captain America is a What-If? episode of Death Battle, and the third episode of the first season of Vsguy's Death Battles. It features King Bradley from the anime/manga Fullmetal Alchemist and Captain America from Marvel Comics.
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| Season 1, Episode 3 | |
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| Air date | August 7th, 2020 |
| Written by | Vsguy |
| Directed by | Vsguy |
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Description[]
What are you to your country? Do you stand for closed rule and monarchical power or freedom and liberty for all? Whatever your ideology is, a leader must defend his position at all costs or risk losing that power completely.
Interlude[]
Wiz: What is the ultimate weapon?
Boomstick: Now that’s a question I’ve been asking for a while!
Wiz: Is it primitive or industrial? A projectile, blunt or a blade? Elementally charged or no?
Boomstick: The answer to all of those is nah! The real ultimate weapon is a soldier armed with nothing more than a love for his country and a shit ton of super-power drugs pumped into his system!
Wiz: Like Captain America, the stars and striped shield-wielder.
Boomstick: and King Bradley, wrath incarnate. He’s wiz and I’m Boomstick…
Wiz: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, armor and skills, to find out who would win... a death battle.
King Bradley[]
Wiz: Born into the center of a global government conspiracy that was designed to breed the perfect ruler of the country Amestris and the one that would assist the homunculi “Father” in his plan to achieve godhood at the cost of worldwide genocide, brutality and disciple were all that “Prospective Führer Number 12” had ever known.
Boomstick: After enduring years of the most fucked up boot-camp known to man, and that’s saying a lot, Number 12 was injected with a philosopher’s stone, a thing created by Nicolas Flammel to make users-
Wiz: No Boomstick, that’s from Harry Potter.
Boomstick: Damn! I must’ve gotten my scripts mixed up or somethin’. Hold up, let me look through-
Wiz: Don’t worry about it. The philosophers stone was an elemental device that significantly amplified the powers of alchemic transmutation. To power it however, you need to accumulate numerous human souls.
Boomstick: Patchy the Pirate over here didn’t get absorbed into it though. Instead he had it injected directly into him, as it had to all the other candidates. Number 12 was the only one to survive, his soul kicking the asses of all the others that were stuck in there before only one remained. With this, he was named “King Bradley” and became the first homunculi to ever be able to age. From there he went on to be appointed Fuhrer of the country.
Wiz: With that, we probably have to go into the specifics of what a homunculus is. A homunculus is an artificial human that has been created by alchemy. Bradley is definitely an irregularity among them though, as he was born one-hundred percent human and while he does lack the natural healing powers that the other homunculi posses, he very well may be the most formidable of them all when it comes to physical stats.
Boomstick: First thing’s first, this dude loves his swords and his life’s worth of training make him damn good with them too. He’s capable of wielding up to five of the things at once, which, combined with his speed, makes a deadly combination.
Wiz: His precision is impeccable, being able to completely derail the tracks of a tank in only a few slices. When Fu attempted a suicide bomber attack on him, he easily sliced off the tops of the explosives with no effort. He was fast and precise enough to continually butcher Greed up, skillfully slicing in time with his regeneration so that Greed couldn’t use his shield.
Boomstick: Here’s your quick reminder that this was the same Greed who was easily keeping up with Edward Elric, who dodged point-blank gunfire from Doctor Marco even in his heavier automail.
Wiz: In all fairness, Marco might just be slow on the trigger but considering Edward was right in front of the gun, we can get a pretty clear overview of his speed.
Boomstick: And Bradley is significantly faster than both of them anyway. He was able to slice Ed’s spear in half without Ed even seeing him move.
Wiz: Bradley’s speed is easily his most deadly weapon. Bullets have proven time and time again to be unable to even come close to hitting him such as when he literally weaved through them during the Amestris invasion. Even if you dismiss this as an outlier, Bradley has dodged/deflected bullets on numerous occasions, including, most prominently, the time he dodged automatic rifle fire and then proceeded to cut a tank shell in half.
Boomstick: A huge part of his reaction speed and general strategical abilities comes thanks to his “Ultimate Eye” which does…stuff…
Wiz: In truth, the actual abilities of the Ultimate Eye are incredibly vague, but from what we can tell (using feats specific to both the anime and the manga) it seems to be capable of analyzing Bradley’s path to victory/survival. He claims he can “use it to see weaknesses” against Greed, and was capable of using it to correctly predict the paths of the rubble of an exploding train as to jump through it to safety.
Boomstick: He packs a punch too. He was easily able to kick Greed through a brick wall and even when badly wounded, was cutting through solid alchemic stone like it was nothing.
Wiz: Speaking of badly wounded, even in the aftermath of literally running from the site of a train crash to the city center, easily matching and almost killing several top tiers in the verse, decimating a military platoon as well as a homunculus and a group of FTE ninja by himself, that ended with him being stabbed through the Ultimate Eye and later physically torn up by a stretch of alchemic spikes, he was still capable of blitzing Scar.
Boomstick: To put that one into perspective, Scar was, at the very least, capable of aim-dodging close-range gunfire from Riza Hawkeye, who’s whole thing is that she hits stuff.
Wiz: Even after his arms were completely blown off of his body, he was fast enough to tag Scar by catching the sword in his mouth and attacking that way.
Boomstick: But even though he’s a badass, super-fast old-man, he’s still an old man.
Wiz: True. Bradley is around fifty to sixty years of age, and while that doesn’t seem to affect his physicals, he himself has stated that his cognitive abilities were starting to dwindle to point that he can no longer utilize the Ultimate Eye to its maximum effectiveness.
Boomstick: Also, if you just get him with the ol’ poke to the eye move, he straight up can’t use it anymore.
Wiz: Once again though, even with the eye being physically stabbed through, Bradley was still able to more than keep up with Scar. He’s ridiculously fast, strong and perceptive, and the living definition of a one-man army.
"God you say? Now this is intriguing, how much longer do you think your 'God' plans to wait before unleashing his fury? Just how many more thousands of lives must I take before he decides to strike me down?"
Captain America[]
Wiz: From the day he was born, Steve Rogers always encapsulated the American dream.
Boomstick: The thing was, he was born in 1920 so the American dream wasn’t doing all that well.
Wiz: Indeed. Steve was born into the middle of the great depression, the eldest child of poor Irish immigrants, and as such, grew up frail and sick. Shocked by the horrors of the currently waging war, he attempted to enlist only to be shot down due to his poor physical condition.
Boomstick: Luckily, some top-secret military scientist overheard his special heroic speech and decided “hey, let’s roid this kid up to all fuck!”
Wiz: Not exactly what happened. Steve was recruited into a program designed to create a “Super-Solider”. After weeks of vigorous testing, Steve was injected with the super-solider serum, a substance that warped his genetic structure the peak of human physical condition.
Boomstick: With that, Steve became the one and only, shield-slinging, nazi-punching amalgamation of the one and only land of the free: Captain America! Fuck yeah!
Wiz: The super solider serum vastly enhanced Steve’s mental and physical abilities. He’s fast on his feet, capable of dodging soundwaves, heat-seeking missiles and even aimdodging bullets. Even Bartoc The Leaper, who was capable of easily dodging gunfire was amazed at how fast he was, though it should be noted that Bartoc is concretely faster than Cap.
Boomstick: But does speed really even matter when you can hit as hard as Cap can. He frequently slugs it out with Marvel’s heavy hitters and was strong enough to draw blood from people like Nuke, who is literally bulletproof. He was even capable of throwing his shield hard enough that he straight-up wrecked the tail of a helicopter.
Wiz: Speaking of which, Steve has proved able to pull helicopters down to the ground with little effort and is even strong enough to snap steel chains like their made of nothing at all. His strength is only amplified with the existence of the shield.
Boomstick: Now, it’s canonical fact that all who oppose his shield must yield so-
Wiz: That’s not true, but it is incredibly powerful. With a single throw, Cap was able to cleanly slice through the cockpit of a tank and shatter solid brick to pieces. The super soldier serum enhances his reflexes, allowing him to quickly calculate ballistic-physics and coordinate where the shield is going to hit. The defensive end of the shield may be one of Cap’s greatest strengths. It is effectively unbreakable, a fact that has only intensified when it was forged with Asguardian uru metal during the Fear Itself event.
Boomstick: That’s only on top of the already existing material called “Proto-Adamantium”. This is a mix of vibrainum, solid steel and some other thing we don’t know shit about. It absorbs kinetic energy but only transfers a tiny bit, which lets Cap use it to block oncoming attacks with minimal push back.
Wiz: He’s also ridiculously durable, capable of shrugging off a building being dropped on him without even breaking a bone. During a fight against an oncoming riot, a man smashed a wad of concrete over his back and it barely even hurt him, certainly not enough to stagger him.
Boomstick: Plus, dude takes bullets like I take mosquito bites. They hurt hm but they do not slow him down.
Wiz: That’s providing they’ve hit him. Cap has numerous feats of dodging gunfire after it’s been fired and though a large majority of these can be chalked up to aim-dodging, his reflexes are still incredibly quick.
Boomstick: But despite the fact he’s a bad-ass patriot for freedom and justice…Cap has a few weaknesses.
Wiz: Minus stamina problems, Cap generally has all the weaknesses of a normal human. While his uniform is fitted with defensive measures, it’s continually proven to be unable to safely stop stabbing weapons and gunshots.
Boomstick: Especially gunshots. I know I said he can shrug them off, but he also, ya know, died from them so it’s not like he’s invulnerable. The only thing he’s truly invulnerable to is the agenda against freedom, cause Cap always stands up for what’s right and what’s American. It doesn’t matter if you’re some regular old Nazi or a celestial god, Cap ain’t giving up no matter what.
“A single individual who has the right heart and the right mind, that is consumed with a single purpose... that one man can win a war”
Interlude[]
Wiz: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's end this debate, once and for all.
Boomstick: It’s time for a DEATHBATTLE!
DEATH BATTLE![]
The wheels of the old military car chugged along the Amestrian roads, kicking up dust in its wake. Rain fell from the sky and splattered onto the sleek green surface of the vehicle. The sky was cloudy and dark, moody ambience illuminating the form of one Steve Rogers. He sat in the back of the vehicle, hood of his uniform hanging down the back of his head as he observed the passersby. There weren’t a lot of Amestrians willing to go out in this weather and the ones that were had their faces obscured by the wide brims of their umbrellas. All in all, the industrial roads felt very lonely to this old soldier.
“We’re coming up at the place Cap.”
He turned slightly to find Dum Dum staring back at him from outside the window of the car.
“Understood.” He said before pulling the hood of his costume over his face.
This wasn’t a job for Steve Rogers. This was a job for Captain America.
The car pulled up swiftly in front of the gates of central’s palace, wheels leaving thick marks against the pavement. Cap sat up from the car and softly jumped to the ground. The doors of the car swung open, revealing two men dressed in shield uniforms. One was the aforementioned Dum Dum Dugan, a plump man with red hair and a classic bowler hat. The other was a grizzled vet with duel streaks of white running through his messy brown hair. This was Nick Fury, head of S.H.I.E.L.D.
A dark-skinned man stood in front of the palace gates, waving them over with a smile. He was dressed in a form-fitting Amestrian uniform.
“Hello Colonel Fury! We’ve been expecting you.” He said, as the trio of men approached. “The Fuhrer has had a very busy workday; I imagine he’s in his personal quarters right now. Would you like me to bring you to him?”
Fury raised an eyebrow.
“You General Raven?” He asked.
“Yes.”
BANG!
Before the other man could even react, Fury drew his pistol and discharged a bullet into the man’s head. His corpse fell to the ground with his face only just beginning to comprehend the surprise of the action. It would stay that way for eternity. Fury reached into his pocket and brought out a walkie-talkie. A click of its button sent waves of crackling sound leaking through it’s vents as he raised the device to his mouth.
“This is Nick Fury. Operation Amestris is officially a go. All required personal report to your designated stations and wait for further instructions, over. “
He clicked the button in before turning over to the costumed man next to him.
“You ready to do this Captain?”
Cap looked back at him with a glance softer than you’d expect. The debriefing he’d received on Bradley was lodged into the head of his mind.
“Am I ready to take down a tyrannical dictator? Yes. Am I ready to destroy a family? I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to do that.”
Thunder crackled in the background of the moody sky.
“I appreciate the compassion Cap, but I’m going to need a guarantee that you’re gonna go up there and kill that son of a bitch.” Fury said back.
The rain poured down onto Cap’s face, puddling up through the divots of his hood. A small silence passed before he spoke.
“Understood.” He said, before marching forward towards the gate.
He took a brief moment to admire the well-kept lanes of trees before beginning to rush forward. It was a long run, but not one he couldn’t handle. He dashed up the steps, charging through the front door with a quick bash of his shield. Chunks of wood and stone crashed to the ground as he scaled the staircases, moving further up and up before he reached the designated quarters of the Fuhrer. He kicked in the door without the smallest bit of hesitation. In his mind, he expected to see a wrathful man waiting in wake for his appearance. Instead, he found the polar opposite.
Bradley sat on his chair, gently wiping down the edge of his sword with a cloth. He was facing the large window which meant only his back was revealed to Cap. All the Super Soldier could make out in terms of his face was a blurry reflection of it in the glass window.
“Ah. Captain Rogers, nice of you to join me. It’s a bit early as well.” He mused.
“I like to be tardy.” Cap replied, staring bullets into the back of Bradley’s head.
“Well, it’s actually very convenient that you showed up at this time. I’ve been getting reports all day from soldiers telling me that there’s a potential coup bubbling through the city.”
He swiveled around in his chair to face his foe, eye and tone becoming unmistakably wrathful.
“Would you happen to know anything about that?”
There was a small silence. Then Cap stared back at him with an equal amount of venom.
“Fuhrer King Bradley, you are under arrest for numerous war-crimes, most notably the ones that were waged against the nation of Ishvala as well as assistance to unethical human experimentation. Right now, I am giving you a chance to surrender.”
Bradley simply scoffed but didn’t even bother to stand from his chair.
“And I presume you believe everything they tell you, Captain?”
“I’d believe my country before I believed you.” He shot back. “The last time I met a Fuhrer was back in the war. I wasn’t a fan then and I can’t say I’m one now.”
This got something of a stir out of Bradley, even if it meant he just finally stood up. He brandished the blade, stepping out of the confines of his desk. The edge of the sword glimmered even in the dull overcast light while his hands shook slightly with an eagerness for battle.
“Forgive me, but I can’t help but shake the feeling that you have ulterior motives. The United States doesn’t exactly have a shining track record with foreign intervention…”
Cap continued to stare him down.
“It’s not that complicated. I just don’t like bullies; I don’t care where they’re from.”
Bradley sighed to himself with a looseness that indicated the first strike of the battle was about to be thrown.
“Humans really are pitiful.” He groaned, before his body seized up and he snapped forward.
Cap fronted his shield and charged ahead in time; eyes sat squarely on Bradley despite the resulting motion. It was clear, only one of them was walking away today with their life intact. The question was which one of them would be doing the walking.
Bradley darted forwards and rolled out of the path of Cap’s ensuing shield bash. The captain barely even had time to turn around before his foe was zipping right back towards him at breakneck speed. His neck snapped to the side, narrowly dodging the laser-focused aim of Bradley’s blade zooming past his head. At first, it seemed as if he’d successfully avoided all contact with the sword thanks to his superhuman reflexes, which was almost true. Then he heard the delayed sound of metal scratching against rubber.
A large gash ran over his star decal, crossing it out for purely symbolic reasons. He looked back at Bradley, who’s returned gaze only served to confirm that this move was purely a taunt. Cap tossed his shield, sending it ricocheting from wall to Bradley, who easily caught it. However, the unexpected force of the throw physically pushed him back enough to take him off-guard. Cap saw the opportunity immediately. He dashed ahead and ducked under Bradley’s attempted shield slash before wrapping his arm through the holster and unleashing a massively momentums uppercut into the Führer’s chin. The sheer force of the blow sent him flying into the ceiling with enough force to crack the pristine material that comprised it.
Just as quickly as he’d been smashed into the roof, he bounced off of it, blade aimed downward with rigid fury. Cap backflipped out of the way which sent Bradley’s sword on a collision course with the floor. Yet again, the super solider attempted to repeat the ricochet trick but Bradley was wise to it this time. He leapt forward and used the oncoming shield as a lily pad to jump at Cap with a flying kick. His boot connected into his foes jaw, enough pump behind the attack to stagger Captain America. With the ropes looming in Caps distance, Bradley charged forward and thrust his blade out only for its sides to be caught within an iron-clad grip. Cap rolled backward, using Bradley’s own momentum to toss him over with him.
The sword was discarded to the wayside, same as Cap’s shield. Bradley stood up sharply with a distinct realization that this battle may not have been working in his favor at the moment. That may have been on the account of the 6’2 military meta-human that was squaring up into a boxing position in front of him. Cap charged him, throwing two punches heavy enough to crack like a whip. Bradley ducked between them, following up with a swift blow of his own. His fist connected hard against Cap’s face but it barley phased the American man. After a brief flinch, he attacked back with enough force that it nearly floored Bradley outright. The fuhers head stung in pain as echoes throbbing pain ran through his head. It was like he’d been smashed over the skull with a cinderblock, and the oncoming hail of fists from Cap only served to intensify that feeling. Before he knew it, the other man had swiveled around to his back and gripped onto his waist. The swift feeling of elevation was felt underneath Bradley’s feet before he was drilled onto the ground, neck and shoulders slamming against the floorboards with enough momentum to nearly break them outright.
By the time his vision came too, Cap was already back to his feet without so much as a hint of exertion. Bradley lurched back to his feet, baiting his foe into attempting to catch him before connecting with a sharp sweep kick that put Cap in a grounded position. He leapt over his shoulder with an angled his foot that clipped Cap’s chin before grabbing his discarded blade and zagging back towards the super soldier. Cap had barely gotten back up to his feet when he spotted the crisp edge of a blade shooting forward toward his eye. He only just managed to duck out of the way, but a harsh hit from Bradley’s boot meant that he did not do so unscathed. The kick sent him stumbling back, focus now needing to be set on the quickened slices that were being thrown his way.
Light shimmered from the blade, leaving trails of sharpness and serration slashing through the air. Small cuts began to trail from Cap’s costume in their wake. It was nothing major, but it showed he couldn’t keep this constant dodging act up in the face of Bradley’s superior speed. He needed a plan. Once again, he tried to catch the blade between his hands but a quick wrist adjustment from a predictive Bradley marked two thin streaks of blood from his hands. Little did he know, that this was the intention. Cap powered through the pain, gritting his teeth as he continued to clutch both his hands together in an axe grip before…
WAM!
His club-like fists connected cleanly with Bradley’s chin. Like something out of the comic book, the sheer force of the blow was enough to damn near send him flying out the large window at the head of the room. Damn near…
Cap rushed forward, collecting his shield as he ran. Bradley had only just about recovered from the man’s uppercut when he saw his attacker charging towards him with the force of a runaway freight train. Spatial awareness revealed his intention but didn’t give Bradley any time to move in kind.
“You fool!” Bradley protested, poising out his blade in an attempt to try and decapitate Cap before he could reach him.
Steel met shield instead of skin. The thrusts momentum was bounced back towards Bradley, but there were definitely bigger problems on his mind. Namely, the same shield was now inches away from his head and he was inches away from the window.
BANG!
With a mighty charge, Cap sent both men flying through the window and out into the world. Drops of rain and glass fell from the sky as the pair freefell from the massive drop. He pushed his shield forward, noting the long bridge that lay underneath their descent path. It was insulated with solid metal, so if he could force Bradley to take the brunt of the falls force then he may have been able to end the fight right here and then. However, this quickly turned from a certainty to an impossibility. Even in the dreary weather, the reason for this probability change was clear as day. During their crash through the window, Bradley’s eyepatch had fallen off…
He looked up at Cap with rays of furious vengeance radiating from his red-stained eye. Scarlet trails of pure wrath ran from the tattoo and streaked through the overcast light. His moves were now quicker, more precise. Cap felt like he himself was moving in slow motion and could do nothing to stop them. He once again moved his blade upward, it’s advance so quick that to anyone with normal sight, it would be mistaken for a gunshot. Cap just managed to teeter his neck out of the way in time, only to find out that his life was not even the blades desire. The sword gently nudged one of the bigger glass pieces that was falling with them over sideways. This chunk of glass immediately reflected the slight sliver of sun that was radiating through the rain and redirected it right into Cap’s eyes. For just a split-second, Cap was blinded but that split-second was enough.
Bradley’s feet connected with his chest with enough oomph to wind him. The Fuhrer used his foe as a launching pad and leapt backwards through the air while Cap spiraled down. Both landed on the bridges metal roof, but Bradley did so with a stabilized grace while Cap smashed through the sheet of steel. If he hadn’t been the embodiment of Wrath itself, Bradley would have smiled but he was far too wise to think that this was the end of a living legend. He would need to go finish the job. So, with the rain clumping into his hair and staining the white of his shirt, he cut a small circle in the bridges roof and jumped down.
The sound of gunfire and explosions immediately rung into his ears, echoing into the stylish glass walls of the bridge. The bridge appeared to be split up into two-sections that, separated by chunks of debris that were being used as cover. One was filled with S.H.I.E.L.D agents while the other seemed to be populated by Amestiran soldiers. Guess which one Bradley had emerged into…
From the frenzy of the turf war, one of the agents spotted him and quickly recoiled in shock.
“Hey, it’s the main target!” He yelled, immediately redirecting the groups attention onto Bradley.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
A hail of bullets whizzed forward at the hardened homunculi only for him to easy chop through them like they were mere bugs in his path. Shells sizzled to the ground, sliced open and seared hot. In the time it took for them to blink, Bradley was already behind them and, more importantly, the whole group was now covered in lethal cuts. Blood pooled onto the ground, adding even more brutality to the area which was already filled with explosion debris and shattered glass.
In the meanwhile, a shield bounced off of the walls, connecting harshly with an Amestrian soldiers head. It quickly ricocheted back into Caps hands which was lucky too. Another soldier furiously scribbled up a transmutation circle only for Cap to sling his shield forward and cover it whole. The Amestrian looked up, only to eat a strong running knee from Cap, who swiftly emerged into the main area of the bridge. There, he found Bradley easily disposing of the last a S.H.I.E.L.D agent with a quick flick of his blade. Blood ran down from the man’s neck, his cries for help being silenced as the river ran across the ground. Bradley spotted Cap and looked up, eyes not even the slightest bit phased by the mass murder he’d just committed. Upon seeing his foe take a battle stance though, something began to flicker in his eyes. From the way his face contorted around it, it was an emotion he’d worn many times. Wrath incarnate.
Bradley dashed forward at a speed that Cap’s enhanced vision could barely keep up with. He bounced his shield from wall to wall, but even when it was only a nose-length away from the Fuhrer, a direct hit remained a pipe-dream. He dropped to his knees, sliding forward with momentum before popping up towards Cap. A quick slash of his sword drew blood from Cap’s chest and another grazed his cheek. The old soldier desperately threw a duet of punches forward, but the first was dodged and the other was caught. Before he could do anything in response, Bradley’s elbow smashed against his wrist with enough force to break it.
Steve winced as the bone cracked but that may have been the least of his worries right now. He attempted to use his other elbow to catch Bradley off-guard only to eat a swift sword slice to his side. Any hand-to-hand attack he tried to throw out was blocked or countered just the same. Any kick was silenced, any punch earned another slice on his costume. Blood leaked from his wounds and harshly stained the bright blue of the costume. This only meant that every area he was weak in would be punctuated even more.
“You military types are so predictable. Always the same attacks…” Bradley mused as he dissected Cap like a lab animal.
Another of Cap’s kicks was blocked but Bradley decided to ditch the sword-play this time. Instead, he decided to just straight up deck him in the face. Cap crashed down to a knee and soon, he was impaled through his shoulder as well. A surge of pain ran down to his bones as the blade pierced his skin like a hot knife through butter. Bradley looked down at him with distain in his eyes. It was like a predator stalking its prey, a sadistic gleam orbiting through his gaze.
“A human life is worth one and that is all. By design, you were set-up to fail Captain Rogers. The outfit, the shield. You tried to be a symbol for others but that weight is just too much for any human to take. Goodbye, Captain Rogers”
With a simple tug of his arm, he ripped the sword from Cap’s shoulder and aimed it at his head.
Fwoosh!
Blade hit skin, drawing forth a crimson river of blood and rubber along with it. Only it was not at Bradley’s intended destination. Cap’s had shot up into the air and caught the blade before it could and despite all the strength he was putting into his grip, Bradley couldn’t force it to budge even as much as an inch closer. Cap looked up at him with a fury and determination unlike anything he’d seen before, even in the Ishvalan trenches.
“You’re wrong. Anyone can fight for themselves, it’s the most basic instinct of humans. If that’s all you’re doing, then you have no right to claim you’re better than anyone!”
WAM!
Cap’s fist slammed into his head and sent him stumbling backward. The living legend leapt to his feat and delivered a resulting chorus of blows to Bradley, who was completely taken off guard by the sudden burst of adrenaline. Punches smashed into his face, each one staggering him further and further until he felt steel at the back of his feet. Cap reached down and gripped his shield before using it to unleash a titanic blow to his foe. The other man flew across the bridge, only barely recovering in time to scout his next move.
Bradley slashed precisely and elegantly, only to be blocked by the oncoming shield. Cap’s hand uppercut into Bradley’s chin, but he himself earned a sword slash to his cheek that sent blood dripping down his face. A fight which had once been filled with poise and elegance became a mess of conservative sword attacks and wild swings for the fences. It was a mirror match. For every blow Cap dealt, Bradley slashed him back two-fold. The paint of the shield crinkled slightly under the blade, but the alloy held strong. It was speed vs strength, sword vs shield, heart vs wrath. Red dripped down from Bradley’s broken nose while the same trickled from each cut the Captain sustained. Thunder crackled from the sky while heavy rainfall trickled down the glass walls, the weather only intensifying as the theatre of the fight reached its final act.
Something had to give eventually though and that could have been any number of things. It could’ve been Bradley’s worn-down old body, it could’ve have been his blades and in all honesty, it almost was. As he recoiled from yet another shield bash, he felt the refined steel of his sword begin to wear. Another attack and it would surely shatter, but his Ultimate Eye didn’t allow it to happen. It scanned every facet of Cap’s current stance, looking desperately for a vulnerability, which it happened to find east of Cap’s shoulder. Bradley’s blade swung forth at lightning speed and embedded itself in his side.
“AH!” Cap shouted, and by then it was already too late.
Bradley slashed the leather holster of the shield, dropping it to the ground. From there, he went to work on Cap, cutting him down like a tree. However mighty the trunk, however fruitful the branches, every tree fell eventually. The slashes connected viscerally; no remorse shown towards the man on the receiving end. He tried to fight back, to valiantly swing forth against his opposition but he was no longer in a state that could keep up with Bradley’s breakneck pace. The damaged piled up, leaving Cap completely vulnerable for the final blow. With a wrathful plunge, Bradley stuck the sword right into his opponent’s chest.
Blood gushed from the wound and stained the already scratched star decal. Bradley huffed and removed the sword with no hesitation. His work was done here and he knew it. He turned around; little remorse shown to the opponent who had just taken him to the limit.
Then he heard it.
The sound of boots pushing up against the ground. The sound of determination remaining unwavering. He turned back around to see Captain America standing up. His body was cut, bruised and injured, and he looked as if he could barely stand but he stood all the same. Bradley’s eyes flickered with something other than Wrath for once. It was a genuine emotion, not one injected into him and certainly not one that was being put on. It was surprise. Much like anything though, that emotion was quickly scorned by his natural fury.
“You truly are a fool Captain Rogers. There is nothing to gain here, you’re already bleeding out. If I were to retreat now, you’d die of blood loss. Is the thrill of the fight really that addictive that you’d risk a more painful death instead of taking it with honor?”
Cap’s body may have been injured beyond repair, but his resolve was unflinching.
“Maybe it hurts more. Maybe I could run now and get a medic. I know the chance of me beating you right here and now, in the state I’m in, are a billion to one but…” He paused, breath heavy and panting “that’s one more than a billion to zero. As long as there’s even the smallest chance of me stopping you hurting people, I’ll take it. So as for your question, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
He spat blood on the ground before looking forward and raising his arms into a boxing stance.
“I can do this all day.”
The thunder and rain only intensified. Despite everything, Cap charged forward yet again with an unyielding will still radiating from his aching body.
FWOOSH!
Thunder cracked again.
Now there was a sword lodged into his throat. He fell to his knees, arms pushing on. Even in his final moments, he didn’t stop swinging.
Bradley watched him with an unexpected swell of respect coursing through his whittled homunculus heart. He gently removed the blade from his throat, before tossing a small salute his way.
“At ease solider.” He said before turning around and beginning to walk away.
Rain continued to pour down on Amestris that day.
KO!
“It’s Been a Long Long Time…”
The next thing Steve knew, his eyes were slowly opening. He awoke to see a world limitless in its boundaries, yet confined entirely to a plain white stretch of space. The memories of what had just transpired flashed into his mind, the stings returning to his body with none of the wounds intact.
“Hello.”
A voice called out to him. He looked over to find a woman, dressed in a red hat and long blue overcoat. Her beauty was undeniable and all so familiar…
“Peggy?” He groaned, still adjusting to his environment.
“Not exactly.” She giggled, raising a hand up to her lips.
“I am everything. Science- “
The voice became distinctly male as “Peggy” shifted into the figure of Tony Stark.
“-War- “
Now it was Bucky Barnes.
“What the hell?” Steve murmured to himself, completely taken aback by the sight.
“The universe- “
The figure expanded out into a mass of purple. It was Thanos.
“Humanity- “
Suddenly, it was the Falcon.
“Or maybe god.”
Now they were Thor.
Then the skin of its figure sucked into itself, transmuting into a blank white figure with only a set of teeth to it.
“But you can call me Truth!”
Conclusion[]
Boomstick: **Sob, sob** O say can you see…
Wiz: This was about as close to a perfect 5/10 fight as you can get. Both combatants hard-countered each other in specific areas, and were stat-wise to similar to make a difference aside from one big category: speed.
Boomstick: While Cap does have feats of dodging gunfire after it’s been fired, nothing he has done comes close to matching Bradley’s bullet-weaving. Even by his own admission, he dodges bullets because he sees them faster, whereas Bradley is straight up faster and capable of easily deflecting and dodging through them with the Ultimate eye.
Wiz: Good luck dodging a bullet when it’s constantly moving at you with a sword in hand. Speaking of which, while Cap was monumentally more durable, he didn’t have much resistance to piercing damage and if Bradley hit his eyes, lungs, heart or really any vitals, that was game over. You can argue that maybe Cap’s outfit could prove piercing resistant and I’m sure there’s feats for it, but Bradley was also capable of slicing through solid concrete when fighting Greed as well as cutting through fired tank rounds.
Boomstick: But there was one more big thing that synched the victory for Bradley and that was The Ultimate Eye.
Wiz: While Cap did have a weapon advantage with his shield being more than capable of overpowering Bradley’s blades, it was also an incredibly predictable weapon that required intensive calculations to wield to the fullest effect. This, combined with his reasonably predictable military fighting style, meant that the Ultimate Eye would have no problem tracking his attacks and plotting them out. You could make the argument that Bradley may not be able to perfectly keep up with the Eye’s calculations as he said, but he’s faster than cap and besides, we’ve never seen him at a point where he was able to properly keep up with the eye so it’s not like we can highball him as much as judge from what we’ve been shown.
Boomstick: And while it’s not exactly the same, Bradley was able to decimate Greed two times over despite the fact that the dude’s whole body is a shield. With his superior speed, there was no doubt he could keep up with Cap despite the weapon advantage.
Wiz: That can go both ways, as Cap has been able to keep up with and best Taskmasker, who has “similar” powers to Bradley but the scale is not at all the same. Taskmasters best speed feat was aim dodging gunfire and catching bullets. While good reflex and speed feats, they’re not close to Bradley’s bullet weaving.
Boomstick: I guess Bradley just had his Homuncul-eye on the prize.
Wiz: The winner is King Bradley.
Next Time On Death Battle[]
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