Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger [CLUSTERFUCK/CLOSED]

EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW

THAT THEIR OPPONENT HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE

[attr="class","next"]"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!" A raspy voice yelled out as a short-haired blonde man was slammed up against the side of a building in one of the smaller and darker business district alleyways. The man was heavily built, wearing some sort of combat clothing, and overall gave the appearance of a rugged street fighter. However, this seasoned fighter was bloody and bruised by what appeared to be only a child, no older than maybe sixteen. At least that's what this 'man' looked like on the outside. The broken fighter coughed, wiped his face, and attempted to stand back on his feet to face his opponent. This only caused the opposer to crack a smile, one wide with mania and instability. The smile turned into a low laugh, then a crazed one, as if this man was telling him a joker rather than about to punch his lights out. "Oh yeah, come on, show me your spirit, so I can BREAK it!"

The blonde's red eyes radiated fury as he broke himself into place just to stand up, then with a second coming of energy and power, his fist caught on fire. It was simple pyromancy, flaming punches, the most basic of the basic moves. The flames licked the man's arm as he raised his fist and pulled it back, something that caused absolutely no reaction out of his target besides for a continued laugh. This sparked more anger in the beast of a fighter, who charged forward at full pace and attempted to land his fist right in this chummy fucker's face. His torched knuckles were just a centimeter away from the white-haired man's face, this strike would land and burn his entire face!

The short man only continued smiling.

[ REBOUNDER LEVEL 1 TOGGED ON, -2 MP. DAMAGE REFLECTED. AMPLIFICATION BRACELET V ACTIVATED. +1 BAR FOR 3 POSTS. ]

The man's fist twisted and contorted, directional force simply was not on his side. "You just don't fucking get it, do you?" The fire was sent backwards, torching the man's entire arm, which was then in turn sent flying back to the brick wall from which he came with a smack. Just like the first time, only this round, he wouldn't be getting back up. "You just don't fucking get it, do you?" His hands slid into his pockets as he slowly approached the corpse. No soul yet, so this fucker was still alive and kicking, unfortunately. "There's nothing you can do against me. I'm invincible." His grin grew even larger as he placed his foot on the man's chest. "Not only can I stop directional force, but I can amplify it as well. Science quiz, what would happen if I increased the force of my foot by a hundred times?" The attacker's foot suddenly gained impressive weight, clearly crushing bones and eventually stomping right through the man's chest, causing a fountain of blood. "Disgusting." He said grimly as the soul finally exited the corpse's body, flowing into his own. Power, he felt it growing, but it still wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to be the strongest.

[ VELOCITIFIER LEVEL 1 ACTIVATED, -2 MP. 3 DAMAGE INFLICTED. AMPLIFICATION BRACELET V ACTIVATED. +2 BAR FOR 3 POSTS. ]

The white-haired man stepped back from the flow of blood, not wanting to get any of that disgusting mongrel's fluids on his pristine white jacket. This was only the first one, this guy had a whole gang of friends, if they didn't all run away scared by this point in time. The attacker casually turned around to see if this was so, and quite to his satisfaction, only a couple had turned tail. The biggest one yet still stood there. This was a street fighter dressed in what looked like what one would see in a Japanese motorcycle gang, his skin tanned and possible of Middle Eastern descent, and his dark black hair being shaved on both sides to create a high-fade. This monster of a man was at least six-foot-eight, more than a whole foot taller than the wizard. He only had one eye, the other being covered by a metallic eye patch made from what looked like a piece of electronic garbage.

The cloned wizard, the man in white, the attacker; he could only laugh at this. This goon was a painted picture example of a stereotypically one-shot street thug. He was like an early video game enemy, like that one guy was was slightly stronger than the normal enemies but not quite good enough to be a boss, or even a miniboss, at that. This was an absolute joke. When would somebody who had some worth step up to him? The behemoth walked down the alley, his frame preventing any sort of passing by, not like the clone wanted to do that in the first place, but he still noted the obstacle. A true and strong fighter always looked at every option of a battle, besides the option of losing, a word that was just not in the man in white's vocabulary.

"What century were you born in?" The wizard casually started talking, as if he were entering a conversation rather than a fight. "Tell me big guy, did Galileo come up with the velocity-addition formula yet where you're from?" The man only grunted in anger. Apparently this guy really was just a glorified video game grunt; he wasn't even capable of basic conversation. Suddenly, the street fighter came to a stop, and raised one of his massive arms to the sky. A charge of blue plasma gathered in his hand, growing and becoming larger and larger yet. Oh, electromancy? These idiots truly never learned. As expected, the behemoth gathered it into a large ball and then released the energy forward in the form of a powerful plasma bolt. It had considerable power, but it wasn't enough to pierce his barrier. It was a shame, as it probably would've been enough to fry him inside and out. However, as the bolt zoned in on the clone's face...

[ REBOUNDER LEVEL 1 ACTIVATED. DAMAGE REFLECTED. AMPLIFICATION BRACELET V ACTIVATED. +3 BAR FOR 3 POSTS. ]

The plasma twisted and reversed, the its direction being changed to go right back at the caster. This powerful energy bolt blasted right through the meaty chest of the fighter, causing him to grasp at the empty hole in confusion, and then fall upon his face. Even quicker than the first. A single pathetic soul eased out of the corpse, something the wizard took in his hand and absorbed into his body. "Apparently not." He said, casually cracking his neck and looking to see if any more of the gang remained. None did, the loss of their leader and biggest member probably made them wet themselves a bit. While there was pride in this, the clone was frustrated, as a soul that got away was one less that he had for himself.

"I feel a bit stronger, but this is still nothing. How anticlimactic, is there not a single person in this afterlife who can oppose me?" If nobody else entered this bloody alley, then he would make his way out, stepping out into the streets to be greeted with the familiar glow of street and building lights. Well, maybe that was enough for today anyway, even the strongest warriors had to sleep sometime, and he was feeling pretty out of it.

HP: 5 MP: 14

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