Till We Die... [open]

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek grumbled at the man's words. Not only was he irritating, he was cocky. Zeek was beyond angered now, and the rain just fell harder. Rain didn't do much, but it could obscure a person's vision. But, before Zeek could do so much as sparkle, he felt a fist connect with his chest. The purple haired man winced, bracing himself by stepping backwards onto his heel. He found he had no time to regain his composure, as a punch to the jaw sent his neck cracking. Only, it was not his bones cracking, oh no, it was the lightning in which he was encased. The lightning not only acted as an offensive unit, but a defensive one too. While he still felt the hits, and still hurt, it didn't take too much out of him. Meaning he could last longer in a fight. So while the white haired Agent's hits stunned him, his stamina wasn't too drained.

Before the man could get another hit in, Zeek's scrunched fists drew forward, aiming at the slightly smaller man's jaw. A painful place to hit. Zeek Fulgidus knew the main pain points of a person, due to studying the body in a book somewhere. And found hitting the nose and eye area hurt less, but hitting the cheek, jaw and mouth hurt a lot more. Bones and such, or some reason. Zeek couldn't quite remember the correct reasons, he was far too absorbed into the battle he had entered. "Do not anger me more boy!" Zeek demanded, with his last two words, the sky rumbled, thunder broke out, loud and close enough to shake the area around them. Zeek drew forward, his hair whipping as he drew himself up onto a ground. He was going to hit the man again, but while coating himself in lightning helped, it took a lot of concentration. Meaning he couldn't use his other powers to their fullest extent.

[Zander]

His first throws managed to hit without much difficulty. The man should have been paying more attention. His foe was an agent. Not only that, he was one of the top agents. And to underestimate him was a huge mistake.

Zander heard the cracking upon impact. Had he already wounded the man? How pathetic... But before he could realize it, he felt the painful blow to his jaw. His eyes watered at the hit slightly but not much more was done. Looks as if he underestimated him. Funny. Guess he was being too quick in his judgment. He reached for his jaw and shifted it around, searching for any injury. A little pain but nothing was broken. "Nice shot," he commented coolly. "But your going to have to do much better than that. Don't hold back."

"Do not anger me more boy!"

He chuckled darkly, "I haven't even started yet, mutant." As the man came in for another hit, Zander waited till he was close before he quickly dodged, appearing behind the man an aiming a kick into the middle of his back. He would toy with him. No reason to rush things. Besides, if his time to leave came to hand, he could always call and alert them he had a mutant on his hands. That would make the bastards back at the labs happy.

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek made an 'oof' sound at the kick in his back. For a moment, he thought he'd go face first into the floor, effectively making himself look like a fool. But, Zeek being Zeek, caught himself at the last moment, his left hand went out to save him, and his right grabbed his knees to knock him int othe correct position. He rolled forward, until he was on his knee, stood, twirled and grumbled. Perhaps he too was underestimating this man in front of him.

For a split moment, Zeek had been on his hands, and at that moment, he brought forth another crash of lightning, this one in front of the Agent. Zeek prayed it had done it's job in momentarily stunning the snowy haired opponent. For Zeek went in with another hit, and if his opponent was stunned, this word make it all the more easier.

Zeek's strong hand clasped the man's clothing from behind, and at the same time, a crash of thunder boomed. Zeek paid no attention to this and used his other hand to punch as hard as he could into the Agent's back. Between the shoulder blades was a good a spot as any. Hopefully this challenger had some sort of spinal problem. If not, eh, it was still a hit.

[Zander]

He hadn't expected it. How could he? He wasn't using his vision right now so catching it before it happened wasn't going to happen. Zander jumped back as the lightening crashed down before him tossing his arms over his face defensively. He should have kept his eye on the target...

Zander felt as the man grabbed a hold of his leather jacket. He knew what was coming and bit his lip fiercely as he felt the man punch him between the shoulder blades. The impact caused him to bite deep into his lip, causing it to bleed. But despite the pain, he laughed. It was mocking and dark as well as very mischievous, his darker side was released.

After he regained his composure, Zander pulled out a back kick, hoping to knock the man off his feet. Then, if that didn't work, he reached to his back attempting to grab a hold of the man's arm and toss him over his shoulder.

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek tumbled. Who wouldn't? Someone with a little more agility than he. Agreed, Zeek had inhuman agility, but this leather coated, white haired man was that bit faster. Zeek didn't manage to catch himself this time, and his jaw knocked painfully into the ground. Along with a shooting pain in his leg. The area that had been kicked.

With the rain pelting through to his clothing, Zeek managed to get up onto all fours. A small, clot like glob of blood dropped from his mouth and into the wet floor. Zeek shut his eyes, and stood. A few sparks of electricity still contained him, but that kick was hard enough for him to feel. "Ghh.."

[Zander]

Zander heard the man fall to the ground with a thud. He rolled his shoulders as they began to feel stiff from the recent blow. No one had ever managed to get a good shot on him. He was just too fast for them to hit. So he was really enjoying this, as strange as it may sound.

The agent turned to face the man as he stood, curious to see how he was holding up. It seemed, however, that last blow seemed to do some damage. "Are you okay?" he asked in a teasing manner. "Don't tell me your done already."

Zane licked away at his lips, tasting the blood that flowed out of the gashes. He was doing more damage to himself than this mutant was. Boring... "Come on, mutant. Your starting to bore me..."

[Zeek Fulgidus]

"Don't bet on it boy, I am far from done." Zeek promised, not bothering to wipe away the blood on his face. The rain would get it. The purple haired man was stood, slouching even, with his hands held loose at his sides. His head hung, as he glared down towards the floor. He was in quite a bit of pain, and the foul pain he felt burning through him was enough to rattle him.

He wouldn't let it get the better of him though.

Standing tall once more, Zeek's deep purple eyes were hidden beneath his fringe. His hair was plastered to his scalp now, thanks to the rain blasting downwards. Zeek took a mental note, he hadn't been using many of his powers, or at least, not to their fullest extent.

Bracing himself, Zeek took a fistful of lightning and ran at the white haired Agent - without hesitation, he used his curled palm to create a current within his bones, as he launched forward for a punching attack to the stomach

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[Zander]

Zander just watched him, wiping the hair out of his eyes once again. This rain was getting rather annoying for the agent. But it did seem to make the fight more challenging.

When Zeek started his way, the agent simply stood there with his hands in his pockets, waiting for him to approach. What did he have up his sleeve now? Perhaps he'd try and use some of his powers this time. It was no fun unless they used what made them freaks. It was simply hand-to-hand combat now and it could be fun for a while but soon got old.

The mutant quickly came upon him and Zander dodged again, standing at the mutants side and waiting for him to try again. "You've got to be faster than that."

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek had practically anticipated that. At the moment the Agent dodged, Zeek shot the lightning from his knuckles to his elbow, and punched backwards - using said elbow. If he missed this hit, he'd just keep using his body, sending his ball of lightning throughout his body at his will.

Zeek had to brace himself with his heels, and let out a cry of anger. Along with the cry of anger, as before, a roll of thunder clapped out. Only this time, it came from Zeek, not the storm above.

[Zander]

Zane was impressed by how quickly the man attacked after his failed attempt. Good, he was getting the point. This fight wouldn't get anywhere if he didn't realize it. But he managed to dodge once more, his hands still in his pockets as if he weren't actually involved in a fight. "Better. But if you want to make me regret insulting you, I suggest using your head."

He rather enjoyed teasing this man. He had quite a temper. As he waited for Zeek to attack again, he quickly pulled out his phone and checked the time. He had half an hour before he had to report in or else risk getting himself shocked. Perhaps he should call now. With all this teasing, the fight may become more challenging, making it rather difficult to talk.

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek was raging now. He had missed twice, once was too much. As the Agent moved once more, Zeek lifted his glowing yellow knee [infused with lightning], and brought it upwards. At the same time, however, egged on by the opponent's words, he lifted his hand and attempted a grab at the boy's hair. Zeek did not think of this person as a man. No person could be considered a man until they had won a fight against him in his opinion.

And Zeek was going to make sure this man would stay as a child. "You are not going to be winning this." Zeek stated, perfectly confident in his words.