“You disrespectful bastard…I’m going to break that middle finger off your–sigh, what’s the freaking point,” Although insulted by Zack’s rude gesture, Mohawk shook his head. “I’ll just do it instead of talking.”
Initiating the fight, Mohawk had closed the distance between himself and his opponent. Zack had stood his ground and raised his clenched hands in preparation for the inevitable combat.
Mohawk had leaped and started with an immediate jump kick, to which Zack had narrowly weaved with widened eyes. His momentum had carried him behind the criminal and he wasted no time and threw out multiple jabs.
Quickly turning around after the leaping kick, Zack had blocked the super soldier’s strikes with his forearms.
“Urgh…” Shielding his face and upper body, Zack’s arms were subject to the onslaught of Mohawk’s punches. He threw out occasional hooks amid his jabs to bypass his guard and to strike his jaw and side, but Zack shifted his guard with quick reflexes.
“Tsk, who the hell do you think you are!?” Tightening his jaw and gritting his teeth, Mohawk yelled as he suddenly slammed his foot into Zack’s guarding forearms.
“Guh!” Zack was treated like a football, bouncing several times on the asphalt as he was tossed from the kick. He had ended up in the body of an armored vehicle. “Ugh…he still hits hard as hell.”
Mohawk had run towards him, but his annoyance morphed into widened eyes as he witnessed his enemy stretching his hand towards him.
BOOM!
With the gloves on his hand shimmering an orange radiance, Zack had released a concussive blast at his oncoming enemy. Mohawk was faster, however, as he changed his forward momentum to a quick leap to the side and narrowly evaded the blast radius.
Mohawk had returned immediately, from avoiding the explosion to attack Zack, as he closed in on him. Zack had attempted the offensive as he tossed out a punch, but was easily parried as Mohawk steered it off course by pushing it away with his forearm.
It’s as if he expected this to happen as Zack had immediately thrown out a strike with his other fist – the glow on his glove had summoned a flicker of surprise in Mohawk's eyes. Slamming his fist in Mohawk’s quickly tossed up guard, Zack had sent the super soldier away with a blast upon impact.
Damn! His regular punches are like teddy bears, but his explosive ones actually friggin hurt! Stopping himself from going any further by shoving his arm into the wall of a building to decrease his momentum, the teeth gritting Mohawk pondered. And how the hell did he get so much better at fighting me compared to last time?
Zack had taken note of Mohawk’s bewildered expression, and a small smirk had formed on his face. Amid his slight sense of superiority, his peripheral vision was suddenly greeted by an incoming yellow school bus which descended from the air.
“The hell–” Narrowly avoiding the bus as its metal frame crashed into the sidewalk, Zack uttered with surprise. He had no time to recover from the vehicle turned projectile, as the heavy blow from Mohawk’s fist struck his face and knocked him away. “Buwugh!”
“Heh, those little gnats,” Looking to the side, Mohawk smirked at his super soldier allies. “Nice throw.”
Ow, punched me right in my nose while I was looking away! Wiping off blood from that streaked from his nasal cavity, Zack pondered with annoyance in his eyes. And those guys really have no regard for other people’s property…using a bus like a damn ball.
Seeing the sudden number advantage for Mohawk, Zack ran the opposite direction without delay.
“He’s running!” A super soldier yelled as they witnessed Zack’s attempted escape.
“Tsk, don’t just stand there!” Mohawk yelled as he darted off. “Chase the bastard!”
I never expected the other soldiers to come so fast. Zack pondered as he ran. But I already prepared for this.
Mohawk had led the charge, outpacing his allies rather handily as he chased the criminal. He had quickly gained distance on the mobile Zack, showing his superior physical capabilities. Mohawk’s stride was fast, until a sudden eruption of a house behind him forced a stumble.
“UUWAAHHHH!!!” Although Mohawk had passed the exploded house, his allies were not as lucky as they were caught in the blast which ripped through the infrastructure. After stopping himself from the concussive force jerking at his body, Mohawk’s widened eyes were dragged to the carnage the explosion had wrought on a few of his allies.
Lacking the time to gaze in surprise, Mohawk’s peripheral vision had picked up a shimmering glow in the bushes of a house next to him. No sooner had the shimmer expanded into an explosion had Mohawk ran out of the way.
Not fully outrunning the explosion, Mohawk crashed through some walls.
BOOM! POW! BAM!
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“Cough, cough...damn!” Pulling himself out the rubble, Mohawk coughed. Turning his attention to the direction of the deafening sounds, Mohawk witnessed explosions littering the infrastructure in the distance. Did he…hide explosives around here…? “He’s killing the goddamned soldiers…the Chief wouldn’t be happy to see this.”
His eyebrows scrunched and veins manifested themselves while pulsating on his forehead as Mohawk gazed at the destruction.
“Just because you’ve gotten a bit stronger, you think you’re something,” Tightening his fists to the point of his arms shaking, Mohawk muttered. “There’s no damned plans that’ll get you out of this!”
Further defacing the ground and nearby infrastructure with the force of his sheer movement, Mohawk had dashed off.
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Hmm, the super soldiers seem to have stopped chasing me. Zack pondered as he sprinted, a fenced lot with cranes and scaffolding fixed to large infrastructure had been seen up ahead. Their numbers most likely got cut down from my explosives. I wonder if I got lucky and took out Mohawk–
His original intent, simply darting past the site, Zack’s efforts were denied as Mohawk leaped seemingly out of nowhere with a flying kick.
“Quit your running!” With a sharp aggression in his tone, Mohawk yelled as Zack was blasted through the fence. He had slammed into a large orange shipping container, denting and crumpling its frame and carrying it several meters across the site.
WHAM!
Zack never received the chance to even move from the container he sunk into, as Mohawk immediately closed the distance and whacked him to the ground with an overhand punch. With grunts leaving his mouth, Zack attempted to gain distance as he crawled on all fours.
“Look at you…still getting your ass beat even after planning and initiating this whole spectacle. You nearly died back at that criminal organization, and you’re going to die now,” Mohawk remarked as he followed the quickly crawling Zack. “I even knocked you around in high school. I was always better than you.”
“...It’s not like you’re playing it fair now,” Zack replied. “Jumping one guy with your super soldier friends.”
“Oh yeah? C’mere!” Pulling him to his feet after grabbing his collar, Mohawk slammed Zack in another shipping container. “We’re fighting one on one now, right!?”
Zack, whose back was forced to the container, instinctively protected his face and upper body as Mohawk threw out a jab.
“Since school I had a hunch you were sick in your head. You always stayed alone, like a damn nerd!” Mohawk berated as he repeatedly slammed his fists into Zack’s forearms. “You just confirmed my hunch with the psycho criminal shit you’ve done.”
“Urgh…” A grunt had left his mouth as Zack’s forearm slightly lowered.
“You can’t block forever, dumbass,” Slamming his fist into Zack’s chest, Mohawk remarked. With an audible cough, the impact had knocked the wind out of his body. “Still can’t fight–”
Mohawk was unable to return his arm to its side as Zack had seized it the moment the super soldier struck his fist. Mohawk’s gaze had been attracted to Zack’s other arm outstretched mere inches from his body, the glove radiating its usual orange light.
BOOM!
Zack released an explosion at close proximity without an ounce of hesitation or remorse and the chest of his enemy was engulfed by the subsequent blast. It had generated enough force that stationary shipping containers and parked construction vehicles were toppled over.
“Khff!” Although his jaw was tightened and his mouth kept closed, Mohawk was unable to keep the blood from ejecting out. Taking a sudden wheeze filled breath, Mohawk had suddenly grabbed the back of Zack’s head.
“Hrk!” Coughing up wind, Zack was forced to look at the clouds after Mohawk had forced the criminal’s head into a rising knee. The last thing he witnessed was Mohawk’s fist rising in the air.
“RRAAHHHH!” With a sharp, aggressive shout, Mohawk had brought his fist into Zack’s face, slamming his knuckles directly into the center. He had launched Zack through the air, flipping uncontrollably like debris in a blast, all while his nose ran a stream of red liquid like a fountain.
Landing with the loudest thud and without the least bit of grace, Zack had immediately grabbed his bloody nose and was shaking visibly. It was not just him in a bad state, as blood had seeped through Mohawk’s mouth and dripped onto his burned and tattered garments.
“Shit…” Mohawk muttered as he staggered.
“...You never…beat me up in school,” With his hand muffling his voice, Zack remarked.
“...Huh?”
“I said…you never beat me up. Well, maybe when we were in like eighth grade…but definitely not when puberty kicked in,” Zack explained as he slowly stood back on his feet. “I was too cowardish back then, so I just pretended to get beat up. You were just a normie before you got that super soldier serum.”
Well, I have no right to say that since I got stronger with the help of the serum too. Zack muttered as he smirked underneath his hand. He doesn’t need to know that though.
“...Our talents and skills are fit for different roles,” Mohawk replied. “At least I’m not a creepy no friend loner turned scum criminal.”
“Alright, shut the hell up!” Complementing his aggressive tone with a stomp on the ground, Zack yelled. “Stop friggin calling me a loner–”
Thk!
A sudden sharp pressure on his upper back had interrupted his words. His originally stunned eyes had squinched up as the sharp sensation had morphed into a searing heat which crawled under his skin.
“AAAHHHHH!!!” Desperately twisting his back and reaching for the source of the pain, Zack yelled. It was as though someone had spoiled boiling water or countless fire ants were digging and biting directly inside his upper back.
He had instantly located the cause – two metallic arrows had been sticking from his back, and the pops and snaps of violent sparks had erupted out his back where the tip of the arrows had lodged itself into.
“Ow!” Tortured by the heat, Zack had wasted no time and pulled out the sparking arrows. The wound on his back had been blackened.
“Heh, looks like she’s here, huh?” Mohawk muttered as he shifted his attention to the side.
Atop the constructed building, Twintails had stood. She held a bow in hand, its grip being a grey metallic color and possessed three small circular ironsights in the arrow rests.
Sliding two arrows strapped around her pants, Twintails had prepared to load her bow once more.
“I bet it hurts, doesn’t it?” Mohawk questioned as Zack clenched below his left shoulder that was just struck. “That’s Twintails’s thermite point arrows. Those things generate a ton of heat.”
“...You said…it was gonna be a one…on one!” Barely able to get his words straight, Zack retorted.
“Shut it, Zack. You won’t escape like last time,” Mohawk remarked. “Twintails is just an assurance.”
“Urgh…”
“Starting to regret that middle finger yet?”