Conquest spoke as he emerged from the crater in a sharp leap, aiming to catch him. He was successful as Harold hadn't gone too far, upon reaching Harold, Conquest grabbed his ankle and tossed him towards the ground like he was tossing a stick.
Harold couldn't resist as he slammed on the floor, bouncing off as if he was ball. Blood rushed out of his mouth as he covered his injury with one arm while the other tried to support his weight. He couldn't let this continue, or else he would die, "Fuck.." He said in irritation.
Conquest came down on him like a shooting star, punching him so hard he flew for miles, smashing into various ruined structures. This momentum was swiftly stopped as he skidded across the ground, creating a trench in his path. What's worse is that the building behind him began to collapse onto him, with huge chunks of metal engulfing him.
Conquest arrived near the rubble and began digging for him, "I once heard the commander and generals talk about, they would say how strong you might be one day and how much potential you had, it's such a shame I'm the one whos going to destroy those expectations."
After enough digging Harolds body was revealed. Conquest grabbed his neck and lifted him, saying, "Truly, I'm disappointed, for a second you had me there, but that bitch had to interfere, don't worry...once I'm done with you, I'll kill her too in honor of your struggle".
He was right, if it wasnt for Thula, Harold essentially had Conquest cornered. But what happened has already passed; he should have been more aware of his surroundings, but he was too focused on Conquest since he was a serious threat.
So he could only blame himself for his current situation, but giving up now would be an insult to all his hard work ever since he was born here. So, struggling in Conquest's grip, he used Conquest's outstretched arm as a lever to lift his waist. With this angle, he could effectively kick his face repeatedly till he let go.
Eventually, he did let go, only to punch Harold in the wounded gut, knocking the air out of his lungs; he folded like a wallet around the punch. Then Conquest used his knee to slam into Harolds ungaurded face, sending him flying into the sky.
Harold caught his breath moments later, slowing his fall, and waited for Conquests to come near him. Right now, he stopped clenching his fists and decided to raise his fists. 'This needs to end now, I can't keep fighting like this.'
Unlike Mark Grayson with plot armour and allies, he currently had no one to help him from impending doom; he was on his own and had fought for his life on the line. Fortunatly he had prepared for times like this.
With Conquest rushing into the sky cocking his fist to punch him, Harold waited till he arrived, when near he held his fingers close together, and used his one hand to grab Conquest's fist while using his other hand like a spear to impale his chest.
Since Conquest was fully towards him at full speed and didn't see the trap he laid out, he could stop his speed or momentum instantly, so Conquest watched helplessly as Harold's hand sliced his chest open all the way down to his pelvis, before rotating 180 degrees and striking the open chest with his foot with enough force to send him flying dozens of kilometers away.
Conquest smashed into numerous buildings, sometimes even bouncing on the ground, then finally skidding as if the ground was ice. He clenched his injury as blood gushed out constantly, and he wasnt smiling anymore.
Looking up, he heard a sound as a small person from a distance became larger and larger with each second; this was Harold going in for another punch. And he was successful in this endevor but Conquest used his arm as sheild, still he was sent flying further, another 10 kilometers, while Harold's elbow dislocated.
He had punched so hard that even his arm felt the force; unbothered, he snapped back into its place and levitated above to scout the vicinity. He made sure to watch his surroundings, making sure nobody sneaks up on him while he checks if Conquest was done.
But Conquest was a veteran and a strong Viltrumite, so although his wound was, in most cases, fatal, he stood up from the rubble in which he was submerged. Harold, seeing this, snorted in disdain and released a shockwave as he flew towards him. Conquest wouldn't allow the same thing to happen twice, so when Harold approached, he attempted to punch him, but surprisingly, Harold dodged and aimed for his waist takling him and tossing him into the sky.
Following without rest, Harold punched Conquest into the clouds, using his disorientation and dizziness he wouldn't allow Conquest to regain focus, he followed closely and punched him further across the sky, each sending a booming shockwave. This continued 5 more times, with the final punch sending him down, crashing into the earth, only for Harold to come down on him like a comet and push him further into the ground.
He didn't necessarily push him into the ground; instead, he pushed Conquest across the ground, creating a deep trench, but the push wasn't idle; he would occasionally punch Conquest's face with all his might while the trench they were making stretched out for kilometers.