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The Hulk stood back and watched Superman deliver an 'adamant crushing' blow to the strange alien life-form with near god-like powers-”God-like” no more. The impact had sent Onslaught hurling backwards to the ground, only to be up once again with a new found sense of rage and dedication.

But Onslaught was not the only rage filled being in this battle, for this battle had the most enraged being known to both man and god.

“Ugly Onslaught, keep Hulk in tiny cage… HULK DON’T LIKE TINY CAGES!! RRRRRROOOOOAAAAARRRR!!!!!!

Superman, and more importantly Onslaught, witnessed the entire realm of nothingness shake violently from the Hulk’s scream of pure anger and rage. And as the man of steel had done before him, the Hulk charged Onslaught, running a bullet speed he sought out his mortal enemy.

The Hulk hadn't felt so enraged in many decades, but now he would bring all of his anger to bear, the loss of his love, the loss of his son, the final absorption of Bruce Banner; the one thing that could sooth his anger-Now gone forever.

The Hulk was totally unhinged.

The most powerful legs in the universe, able to propel the gray beast into the outer atmosphere, and across continents, were now used to send the Hulk flying through the air. Onslaught had just gotten up from a haunched position, now placing him in the perfect position to be tackled by the Hulk.

The sound of them crashing to the ground could be heard clear across the Galaxy, the Hulk now lay on top of the severely worn Onslaught. His psionic armor heavily damaged.