Vilgax squeeze

"Caught you," the Hulk said. Then two hands as big as Vilgax's whole body clapped against him. The all-encompassing force knocked down columns and tore up coffins and blew the sand away like the shockwave of an atom bomb, and Vilgax was crumpled as close as he could get to complete flattening. If Hulk hadn't given away his next move with that ill-timed quip, Vilgax wouldn't have put out his arms to guard against his thunderclap and would have been annihilated.

There were more muffled voices from outside the steadily tightening grip in Hulk's hands. "Do you have him? Keep him closed in, if even a single drop of blood gets out he could come back."

Irksome. As if he couldn't wedge himself out of these confines. Yes, he was in an awkward position where he could not create leverage, but he was still an improvisational genius. Blood from his crumpled body and sweat from Hulk's palms filled his own cupped hands. He could mimic Hulk's stance. Squeezing down on the liquid he held, not letting a single drop escape, maximizing his grip's power until the pressure was absolutely paramount...

He allowed a small pocket of escape between his fingers and let the blood spray out and blow through the Hulk's hands and head splattering green flesh everywhere and the impact created a new whole in the ceiling above them. Vilgax jumped out. A miraculously healed Tsunade and Q were there to greet him.

- Round 2