Cruisin' For A Bruisin'

Lobo grinned as the statue crumbled under the impact, ready for anything Hulk might throw at him. Including the statue. When Hulk stepped forward and raised his hands to his sides, Lobo buried his fist deep in the ground, hunched forward to weather the resulting sonic clap, grimacing as his eardrums were assaulted by the pressure wave.

"Blowhard," he growled, rising to his feet, a bit disoriented. He shook his head, momentarily off balance, and muddled.

Sure enough, the first punch impacted, lifting Lobo off his feet. The second launched him back a fair distance, to land hard on his chest some distance away. When he landed, he imbedded a bit into the ground, and lay where he fell for a moment. He groaned, and slowly levered himself up, broken ribs popping back into place as they healed.

"Bastich", he growled, grabbing a handful of dirt as he stood, drawing his blaster. He swiftly leveled it, and opened fire at Hulk, firing several blasts.

Lobo smirked at Hulk's taunting words, and holstered his sidearm. He grabbed a grenade from his belt, armed it, and tossed it at the giant's feet with one smooth, swift motion. "Tr that on for size, Green," he said, grinning. It was set to go off just as it landed, and it would be interesting to see how the green giant withstood the explosion.

Lobo grinned, licking his lips as he spun his chain. As soon as the smoke faded, he struck with his chain, fast as a whip, aiming for the deep wound in the giant's arm, then whipped it back, intending only to add further injury. Then he charged, blaster out and firing, aiming for the giant's head.

Once he was close enough, he jumped, aiming both feet at the giant's midriff, one hand braced on the ground to give him more force as he kicked.

Lobo growled as he felt the bone in his leg start to give, and he twisted around, placing his blaster to the giant's knee, and pulling the trigger. Then he aimed up, at the giant's wounded arm, firing another shot as the leg finally broke, forcing a deep gasp of pain from Lobo. No matter how many times that happened, it still hurt like frag! IN retaliation, he thundered his fist straight up into the giant's crotch, three times in rapid succession.

Once Hulk's grip loosened, Lobo likewise fell to the ground, grimacing as he felt the bones in his leg grind together. He ignored the big green giant as he straightened the limb, grumbling to himself as it began to heal, then shot the Hulk a glare as he wrapped his chain back around his arm. After a moment, he slowly got to his feet, favoring his injured leg as he backpedaled, limping as he put more space between himself and his opponent.

"I gotta say, Green, you're one tough bastich," he said, checking his blaster. Its power cell only had enough juice left for a few more shots. Ah, well. That would only make things more interesting. He glanced down at his injured leg, and flexed it slowly, testing its ability to hold him. Getting better, he thought to himself. One of the benefits of being the Main Man. He healed quickly. And he didn't have to worry about dying from his injuries.

"Tell you what, since I'm in such a good mood, say Uncle, and I'll call it a day," he smirked, grinning as he faced the giant. Even if today's fight ended, he'd make it a point to find the big guy at some later date. He was just too much fun to pass up having a good brawl with.

"Works for me," Lobo grunted, holstering his blaster. He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, summoning his Hog. As the high-tech space-bike zoomed towards him, he looked back at the giant as Hulk slowly got to his feet. He snorted in amusement as he mounted the Hog.

"It's not Banner I'm interested in, Green. It's you. You know how hard it is to find someone who I can let loose on, and not turn 'em to paste? Besides, you know you like to come out to play," he smirked, gazing at the Hulk as he stayed where he was. He didn't know what it was that allowed a puny little human to turn into something so big, and strong, and he didn't care all that much. All he cared about was he had some real entertainment on hand. What's more, Green was a lot more fun than Supes.

Not that he hadn't enjoyed himself, going up against the big blue boyscout, but Supes was just too serious. He didn't know how to loosen up and have fun. Big Green, on the other hand, didn't have that problem.