Pocket Sand, Bitch!

Summer 2021, Week 4

Saturday midday

Phone Call

Unbreakable

The teenage superhero had been making a lot of calls lately, it was becoming a trend, usually it was just a text away for people his age, but then again all of these older people do enjoy their calls.   The phone speed dialed victory. The sound of the call waiting filled the empty air as he still sat on one of the many roofs that make the cities skyline.   Of course he doesn’t pick up.   “Uh Hey Victory. It’s Unbreakable. We should do that training fight thing. Let me know, I’m free Sunday but I think you should pick the location given our y’know predicaments? Uh anyway see ya then…bye.”

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Summer 2021, Week 5

Sunday morning

Garnet Park, Victoria Field

Victory

Andre had sent back a text to Unbreakable to meet up at an abandon location in Garnet the Chief had set aside for his style of training. He was in his dressed down wear rather than the cape. Sitting on a pile of concrete blocks he waited for Unbreakable to arrive. Already he had gone through a few strength training exercises using the materials around him. And for the first time, he had broken--at least he thought, since you had to guess with this--his record. Guess the Librarian was right? Color me surprised.  

Unbreakable

Unbreakable's past few days had been interesting, meeting a new evo who had seemed pretty chill, the numerous fights and shit he had to deal with. He was admittedly tired, however beating the shit outta Victory called and it was a call he didn't wanna miss.   The teen looked at the abandoned location with a confused expression as he walked in. "I swear if he sent me the wrong location old people will never be allowed to text me again."  

Victory

Looking up, he caught sight of a familiar figure and called out. "About time!" Floating up from his leaning perch, he hovered over before setting down on the ground and started walking. "Kids and their need to arrive fashionably late, am I right?" He smirked, holding out his fist. "Oh, this is how us old folk greet each other. It's called a 'fist bump.' So what you do is..."  

Unbreakable

Unbreakable looked exhausted, his body felt a heavy but he ignored it. Ignoring that and the large back bags unders his eyes a grin graced his masked face.   "Well I'm late cus I've been busy doing your job alllll night. I know this might be hard to believe but us youngin's gotta fucking sleep." Unbreakable just nodded at the fist bump. It wasn't something he did ofter so he just nodded at it.  

Victory

Sheesh, what a denial. Lowering his fist, he raised an eyebrow, "Oh, where at?" He didn't feel the need to mention he had been working at night, and the morning prior. In fact, he had done two day shifts since being released from the hospital to make his presence known to the city at large. His body partially felt it, a slight exhaustion in his cells. But Andre had become the master of power naps since long before this. Late nights and long shifts weren't new to him. Andre also didn't ask if Unbreakable reported the incidents to the police. He wasn't sure the City's position on people like him, freelancers. And until he got guidance, he'd just keep an eye on all the parties engaging in it.  

Unbreakable

He knows I dislike touching besides fighting he might understand. "Everywhere, every night. It's been a bit crazy." Unbreakable moved his goggles onto his forehead so he could rub his eyes that were way too dark for him to be this awake and not on the verge of passing out.   In truth he was. His body felt like it was filled with that sinking feeling of wet sand, dragging his body down further and further his eyelids drooped down before they were raised on alert again and he yawned. "So I'm gonna make you change that shitty name to loser right?" Unbreakable smirked beneath the mask his tired eyes joining in with the expression of confidence before the goggles slid back down. Victory could now get a better estimate of Unbreakable's age. He's at most 20 maybe 21. Of course Unbreakable was 17 and fighting the need to grow the fuck up.  

Victory

Looking at the other man’s eyes and posture he could see the tiredness seeping out. Smiling thinly, he took a few steps back and stretched his arms. “If you’re up for it.” Andre said casually, but his features and posture had changed to that of preparation and readiness. “This area is free of anyone and designated for my practice. So feel free to let loose.”  

Unbreakable

“Alright so how we gonna do this? Punch for punch whoever gives up first?” The teenagers body shifted his body into a form clearly for fighting.   “If you want I can go first. Really wind up that rib cage of yours, or do you just wanna bash me up after all I don’t need a hospital visit my bones can just snap crackle pop back into place. And uh i think you should know we got evo hunters on our streets.”  

Victory

A deep breath in. The restraints unlocking. The feeling in his hands and feet. That power that even the smallest movement would cause change around him. A flick could dent a beam, a punch would bend it. He wasn't sure that Unbreakable really could hit at his league yet, but he knew the young man was the closest who could. Who knows, maybe its me that below his level. A small smile popped up at the prospect of finding that out. "You can go first." He said matter of factly, arms raised to try and block it but still allowing any hit to connect. "Explain to me how all that came about. And why it’s constantly the case you find yourself in those situations.” Victory asked, intending to still have the match, but wanting to figure out why every time he met the young man it was when he was at deaths door.  

Unbreakable

"Well I was talking about Rostand, I mean I didn't die last night, oh yeah, The Ivanko's I think it is were trafficking Evo's for someones 'Zoo' too by the way."   Unbreakable shrugged as he raised himself to stand on his toes, his chin becoming tucked in and it was clear he had been a trained or at least a fighter who is currently being trained as his fist quickly flowed through into a hit on Victory's ribs. He wasn't putting in too much effort, just wanted to check how victory took it.   "Well it's our duty to save people right? I mean, like not every evo is bulletproof, or wants to do it. If we protect people then we aren't a threat we're just people trying out best to be good......now uh I kinda just always start fights, it's a skill."

[Enhanced: Strength basic x1 -0EP 25/25]

 

Victory

Eyes following the punch, he flexed his core while keeping his hands in guard position. Andre breathed out as the hit connected. As the fist connected, Andre's left hand was already moving out in a jab to hit Aloy's raised forearm protecting his face. His hit was at the same level of focus as Aloy, but hit harder. That's to be expected. As he struck, he spoke. "I heard, police got the report and passed it along. I am meeting some of the victims today after I deal with another matter." So many problems in this city and so few people. His tone was distant as he focused more on how Aloy moved. Since joining AERI, Andre had been going daily to the NVPD's unarmed training classes and the boxing gym. Doing his best to learn the basics, and maybe more importantly, how to watch how others fought.   "A skill that's getting you more and more attention. I thought your goal was to stay unnoticed?" He stepped in and sent a low right towards Aloy's stomach, making the move clear, but putting a bit more force behind it.

[Enh. Strength, x2 Basic, x1 Minor, -1EP (39/40)]

 

Unbreakable

It was a good deal of force but clear he was holding back a sigh breaking from beneath the mask that was strung like a wall scroll from ear to ear he'd need something new to keep hiding his identity, and something preferably easy to breathe in. He gave a shrug being sent back a small amount from the hit. "Yeah, I uh, I didn't do any of the killing that was the guy I was working with....unless their leader didn't make it....I really punched him hard in the nuts..."   Unbreakable moved to the side and slid his arm further out planning to trap it as it made contact even though it would hit his side it would knock the wind out of him leaving the teenager gasping. For a few seconds and slapping Victory's elbow as his breaths get back. "Well....I....was....I was trying but uh well, I ain't really gonna let people get hurt, I'm strong so I gotta protect them, also I coulda broken your arm there or put it into a lock."   Unbreakable's tone wasn't preachy just one of someone trying to help another through deep breaths as he let go of Victory's arm. "If people notice me maybe now they'll actually listen when I say 'stop or I'll knock you out' that'd be nice.....Got one night where I can just talk it out but it'll never happen." Unbreakable got back into his fighting position and quickly threw two jabs towards Victory's head they had no force behind they and were meant to miss so he could lock the head into a clench and lean him over so he could strike with his knee the force of him pulling down then being met with the knee coming up letting the mental restraints unlock a bit so he could fight the way he used too.

[Enh. Strength x1 Minor X1 Normal -4EP 21/25]

 

Victory

"Killing." The word carried a weight to it. "You are strong. But are you strong enough to protect people without having to kill anyone?" The weight vanished as he asked the question, posing it to both of them. "That's the level I plan to get to. Also, noted." He listed the mental note of the arm lock in his head and continued. Listening to the words and flowing into the sparring match, Victory noticed too late as his arm was pulled out of his guard to block the skewed jab. Andre felt Unbreakable's arm wrap around his other guard arm and his hand. Had he been less surprised, he felt he could have broken the hold. That moment was passed. It was too late, as a knee flew up and hit his face.   The force sent him into an upright position, ripping his upper body out of the guard and causing him to take a step back. "Oof." Making sure his feet were stable under him again, he felt the ringing in his ears vanish. A hand came up, his thumb wiping right under his nose and coming away with a light color of crimson. Smiling internally, Andre analyzed the pain. He needed to know what he could take. How much he could handle against someone close to him. Bringing his guard back up, he slid his left foot back and switched his fighting stance to southpaw. The lessons from Satsuka and the training he had been going through coming back to him. "That's a goal all right. To stop the battle before it begins just by showing up. Think you're going to get there?"   Tensing his legs, he pushed off the ground with enough force his brain filled in the crunch as he shot himself forward. Right arm leading, he made for a jab but instead used his forearm to connect with Unbreakable's guard as he sent a left hook into his side. All of this was sloppy. The bare amounts of a few weeks training seen, but had they been in a cage it would have been laughed at. Andre knew that. He knew that he wouldn't be a prime fighter soon. No, the reason he trained now was to learn how to conduct the most basic of moves with his enormous strength behind it. That's why every movement, from the lunge to the hook, carried with it a fair portion of his strength. The spar had truly begun.

[Enh. Strength, x3 Normal, -9EP (30/40)]

 

Victory

"Killing." The word carried a weight to it. "You are strong. But are you strong enough to protect people without having to kill anyone?" The weight vanished as he asked the question, posing it to both of them. "That's the level I plan to get to. Also, noted." He listed the mental note of the arm lock in his head and continued. Listening to the words and flowing into the sparring match, Victory noticed too late as his arm was pulled out of his guard to block the skewed jab. Andre felt Unbreakable's arm wrap around his other guard arm and his hand. Had he been less surprised, he felt he could have broken the hold. That moment was passed. It was too late, as a knee flew up and hit his face.   The force sent him into an upright position, ripping his upper body out of the guard and causing him to take a step back. "Oof." Making sure his feet were stable under him again, he felt the ringing in his ears vanish. A hand came up, his thumb wiping right under his nose and coming away with a light color of crimson. Smiling internally, Andre analyzed the pain. He needed to know what he could take. How much he could handle against someone close to him. Bringing his guard back up, he slid his left foot back and switched his fighting stance to southpaw. The lessons from Satsuka and the training he had been going through coming back to him. "That's a goal all right. To stop the battle before it begins just by showing up. Think you're going to get there?"   Tensing his legs, he pushed off the ground with enough force his brain filled in the crunch as he shot himself forward. Right arm leading, he made for a jab but instead used his forearm to connect with Unbreakable's guard as he sent a left hook into his side. All of this was sloppy. The bare amounts of a few weeks training seen, but had they been in a cage it would have been laughed at. Andre knew that. He knew that he wouldn't be a prime fighter soon. No, the reason he trained now was to learn how to conduct the most basic of moves with his enormous strength behind it. That's why every movement, from the lunge to the hook, carried with it a fair portion of his strength. The spar had truly begun.

[Enh. Strength, x3 Normal, -9EP (30/40)]

 

Unbreakable

"Well...I try to be. I slipped up hard in Henry it was my first big thing of using my powers, I released if I put less into my punches and ruin my form, I deal less damage, so I might knock people out or shatter an ankle but I try not to deal anything big. If I land them in the hospital is better then in the uh morgue.” Unbreakable looked to make sure that Victory was okay and still able to continue.   Seeing Victory’s smile the guard was raised again with a shrug. “I mean I’m gettin’ closer I think. After all Rostand just helped show I’m Unbreakable……feels good doesn’t it? To get hit and actually get hurt. Reminds you that you’re a person eh?”   He shifted his guard as Victory came rushing over so both of his legs were getting wound up ready to kick but it just looked like a minor shift to the untrained eye.   I can uh tank this right….I can tank this right?

[Enh. con x2 -6 15/25]

 

Victory

To his credit, Andre tracked the small changes. Something his trainers--Cops and Civilians alike--had both taught him brutally. One brutal, the other a brutal tongue lashing. And more to his credit, he didn't care. Some of the AERI Scientists had started asking the hard question. How much could he lift. How fast could he fly. They had numbers, ideas, estimates. Those numbers changed every time he trained. Every time he got stronger. And today was one of those days. A day to change those numbers. So when he launched forward, he didn't hold back. And when his left hook connected with Unbreakable at the same time his words "It reminds me I still have far to grow" the crack was loud.  

Unbreakable

Well my arm should not be making that noise.   Unbreakable could in fact not tank that hit and experienced a pain he was getting far to familiar with for his own good. It clicked that Unbreakable had to fight smarter and a plan quickly formed and was sent into motion.   The tall teens stance shifted again but by the time someone with less training then him realised what would be happening it would be too late.   Unbreakable had shifted his legs and body so that there were in front of Victory’s body his unbroken arm quickly grabbed that spot in his neck where your muscles lock up. Then Victory was thrown face first into the ground. It was clear from the precision and Rhythm of the move it’s something Unbreakable had done dozens of times over and over.   Seizing the moment Unbreakable quickly flew up and behind a pillar (well honestly it was more like he flew past and barely managed to grab onto it.   The mask got pulled up just enough to let his teeth bare back like a wild hound and rest on his own unbroken arm as an attempt to muffle the groaning and swearing that followed the sickening cracking, writhing as the bone broke itself down again so many small fractures and then reformed.

[Eng str: x1 minor -2 13/15 (Spent the resisting hit last post]

[Healing x1 normal 12/15. Flight Minor 10/15.]

 

Victory

Floating up from the ground, his hand brushed off the gravel and dirt stuck to his face as he let a small smile show. A trickle of blood came from his lip where it split when Unbreakable slammed it into the ground. Looking around, he couldn't see his friend--no, right now his sparring partner. "Falling back to let your healing thing kick in right? That's smart. Reassures me a little you don't run just straight headlong into a fight." Andre didn't have the luxury of healing his wounds, but at the moment they were fueling him. He saw a few places Unbreakable could be hiding, and let it be for a moment. Instead, he floated in the air and let the sunlight hit him. It always felt good to be outside on a sunny day in his mind. He always felt more...alive.   "Whenever you're ready kid. I'm waiting." The challenge in his tone was obvious as Victory waited for the fight to continue.

[Enh. Strength, x3 Normal, -9EP (30/40)]

[Ind. Flight, x1 Basic, -0EP (25/25)]

 

Unbreakable

God fucking damn it. He’s stronger then me, he can fly better then I can. More time with the powers. Think Aloy you idiot think!   Unbreakable removed his arm from his mouth a large bite mark being left in his skin before it stung for a fraction of a second and disappeared. Okay you’ve been in a situation like this before and won right?   NO YOU IDIOT he was a normal idiot jock. You are currently fighting an evo, but the same way of fighting could work? Grab dirt, Goad him into attacks, go on the defensive, stay out of range, throw dirt into eyes, slip pats guard, hit hard.Yeah that should work right? His moves are rather obvious.   Unbreakable slid down the pillar letting his hands collect any dust dirt and rubble that would fall off on the way down and jam it into his pockets before walking out into the open away from Victory.   Step 1 complete.   “You know for someone called Victory you seem to be getting the shit kicked outta you by some random ‘kid’. Maybe it’s time to change the name to loser?”   Step 2 complete.   Unbreakable reached his arm out and flipped the bird to victory a usually effective tactic has his other hand casually and confidently rested into his pocket grabbing the dirt. Oh god I’m gonna fucking die, this is fucking stupid! You’re gonna get Rostand’d again Aloy!  

Victory

The young man looked to be in pain, a tiny bit. Good. Had me worried there for a second. He liked Unbreakable. Sure the guys personality was a little edgy but Andre understood why. When you can crush a persons hand with a shake and then are told you’re a monster it changes you in a variety of ways. Andre got perfection syndrom because he had to. Had to be perfect. Had to draw the right sort of attention. Had to always use the right amount. Unbreakable got something else. In the few weeks he had known him, been helping him, Andre had seen him grow if only a little bit. A bit more confidence and control. A bit more willingness to get better.   And for what it was worth, Andre had learned something from the young man. And her, Satsuka. Not everything can be solved with words. They need to respect the fact you can break them if they’re ever going to just listen first. The corner of his lip tugged into a smirk and her shrugged at Unbreakables words. “You’re right, I have been getting my ass beat lately. Too much holding back. Too much of me thinking that’s what’s needed.”   Sunset eyes flicked to the hand in the pocket. The arm seemed to be okay so why was he resting it? He couldn’t take him one handed. “That’s why I’m here. You can teach me a few things and take a hit. Best of both worlds.”   His feet connected with the ground as he stopped hovering, and he waited with arms at his sides, his smile falling to a ready expression. “So it’s time to stop holding back and learn what I can.”  

Unbreakable

Wait is this a spar ov-. No. The fights are never over he just wants you to drop your guard for a good hit.   “Yeah. Honestly I think you’ve developed a skill for it. Like a uh….I was trying to think of something flattering but I can only think of a rat or a cockroach so take ya pick whatever is more flattering.”   Unbreakable traced the eyes going into the pocket. His guard was still up. He’d fallen for a trick like this once and it cost him a hospital visit and a cast that would get too itchy, that everyone would draw dicks on, that could be broken by the same idiot.   “Oh this? It’s called kicking ass with style.”  

Victory

“Ha.” A laugh escaped before he could help it. He took a step forward. At least it seemed like a step but no dust kicked up when his foot ‘landed.’ “I’ve never been a stylish type.” That’s my sisters thing. “I prefer practicality.” Another ‘step’ still no dust. Then without warning he shot forward, guard up with his right arm leading as he stayed in his southpaw style. He flew inches off the ground at the speed of a car, but knew Unbreakable would be able to keep up with him since he moved at around the same speeds. No, Andre’s intention now was to keep it close. Keep it going. To drill into his body everything he could about fighting. And he was going to use all his powers to do it.   Andre was unexperienced. He knew that. That didn’t mean he was dumb. Something was up, but the easiest way to figure it out was to take it and then remember it. Learning by doing.

[Ind. Flight, x1 Minor, -1EP (24/25)]

 

Unbreakable

Don’t do it don’t do it.   “Well different animals, one is better then the other. Aka I’m good you suck.” Unbreakable‘s mind screamed to not be an idiot as he stepped forward and began to sprint towards victory.   The risk was calculated. But boy is Unbreakable bad at maths. With the distance closing in Unbreakable waited until there was about a metre and a half left before tripping himself and slamming into the ground using his momentum from the sprint to help speed up his ground skidding flight casually lifting a knee up to strike victory if he didn’t fly up there wasn’t much effort or force behind the attempted hit as it was just to maybe score a pot shot off on him at best, at worst to buy him more distance.   Like a jetpack enemy in a video-game Unbreakable just kept going sliding in the ground until he hit the opposite wall and climbed up a hand still casually in his pocket.

[Ind. Flight, Minor -1EP 9/15]

[Enh str basic 13/25]

 

Victory

Victory choose not to respond as he was speeding towards his opponent. Registering Unbreakable starting at him, his eyes caught the knee as it was raised. Reaching his lead right hand out, Andre palm blocked the casual knee and used the momentum from their forces to alter his flight into a wide flip. The grace of the maneuver showed how comfortable he was getting moving while flying as he did a large arcing spin over his opponent, twisting in the air as he came down. As Unbreakable continued to move away, his flip finished with his left foot touching the ground and dirt spraying out behind him as he pushed off with force and poured on the speed. Closing in on his partner at the rate of a speeding car, Victory telegraphed pulling his left hand back.

[Enh. Strength, x1 Minor, -1EP (29/40)]

[Ind. Flight, x1 Normal, -3EP (22/25)]

 

Unbreakable

He's kinda old right? Old people are insecure about their masculinity right? Uh god poke fun at that maybe that'll throw him off. "Ohoo you gotta teach me that dance princess!" Unbreakable was jealous of Victories ability to move like that, like how he used to on his feet admittedly he wasn't proud of what he yelled he was throwing random things at the wall and seeing what stuck.   "Fuckin' stupid flyboy. Why couldn't I stay normal." Unbreakable looked to the wall behind him and locked eyes with Victory. He had to time this right. His feet slammed into the ground as the distance began to close his sprinting quickly changing towards the wall timing it almost well enough that he could somewhat flip over victory. Quickly taking his hand out of his pocket and pegging the dirt, dust and crap straight into Victories eyes.   Pocket sand bitch!   He would then attempt to slam victory's head into the wall before slamming him in the ribs again. His body was getting heavy his breathing haggard. The end of the round was closing rapidly for Unbreakable. He knew it too. Hell for the first time in ages he might forfeit. Not worth it right now.

[Enh strength normal x 2 -6 7/25]

 

Victory

The flinch was an uncontrollable natural reaction Andre still needed to train out of himself. The sand came at him and his head twitched away. It didn’t hurt. It couldn’t hurt, not really. It was a nuisance that would have likely bounced off his eyeballs if he kept his eyes opened. But try training yourself to do that. It’s not natural. So he flinched, eyes closing and trapping sand within as a growl tumbled out of his chest. The darkness didn’t block the pain of his head hitting the wall, or stop the grunt from the hit to his ribs. He felt the pain. Felt the heat rise inside himself. Amateur move, you saw his hand hidden. Why did you flinch? Why are you bitching about it, stop moping and move forward. It’s not over yet. You’re wasting time. The words flashed in his head as he reached out and pushed himself into an upright position.   He was tired of bitching. Sick of not being strong enough. And this damn sand was beyond fucking annoying shifting in his eyes. He was getting hot, heat rising inside him as he felt that rare feeling rise. Aimed inwards, at himself. He had been treating this too much like a job. Like firefighting. Except it wasn’t. He was on a call 24/7. No warning. And he needed to wake up for that reality. The heat is followed by a glow that fills his eyelids a bit before the feeling of sand disappears. Opening his eyes, the faint glow fades away as he rolls his shoulders back and turned. The steam of heated air sizzling off his way more gold than usual eyes seemed to make reality his feeling of the heat being washed over by a cold wind.   A trickle of blood ran down his forehead. His lip was still bleeding and dust covered his body. Glowing gold eyes flicked to and locked on Aloy. “Cute.” The dust kicked up as he moved swirled in the wind created by his sudden movement as he flew faster than any car and grabbed Unbreakable by the front of his clothes. Before the dust could even settle from their trip, Andre slammed Unbreakable against the column. “Clench your teeth.”

[Enh. Strength x2 Normal, -9EP (20/40)]

[Ind. Flight, x1 Strenuous, -15EP (7/25)]

 

Unbreakable

It worked! Hah it worked! Unbreakable tried to stay calm he started to quickly move back forgetting that he could fly. It wasn't natural to him it wasn't Aloy. Something that would bite him in the ass.   Man that was smart. You're not usual tha- Unbreakable quickly shook of his thoughts and looked to Victory with a shrug mumbling. "Oh shit." as he was flown straight into a column another loud crack eminating from his body once again. He gritted his teeth and raised his hands one of them slowly having crimson poured onto it from his brutal biting earlier.   "Whoa whoa, I think it's a good moment to call for a time out or like end the spar." The hoodie was ripping from the pure force of Andre's movements and strength. A hand rested into his own pocket just incase victory didn't stop, more sand ready.  

Victory

As the gestures and words reached him, Andre quickly let his fist relaxed and dropped his arm before letting Unbreakable go. “You okay?” He asked, immediately reverting back to caretaker mode as was his custom. The heat behind his eyes was still there. He knew something had happened but wasn’t sure exactly what yet. He couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit disappointed that the spar didn’t continue. Wanting to see how far he could go. But everyone had their limit, and finally taking a good look at Unbreakable he saw he hit his.   “That was an excellent match. You taught me a lot.” He said as he floated back a few meters to give the younger man time to catch his second wind. “And your healing really is impressive. How’s the arm doing? Looks like it’s already fixed.” His own wounds would likely heal in a few days. Not a huge deal. It was unlikely they’d get aggravated during their healing process so he didn’t pay them much mind. Bleeding from his face and lip, Victory looked otherwise decently okay. Maybe a bit exerted, but having a good deal left in the tank.  

Unbreakable

The hoodie was a single thread from being torn apart. He leaned against the column and shrugged a small wince of pain as he did so. "Eh, I'm alright might've broken something but it's no biggie. Healing takes a lot outta me and I'd prefer to walk home from a spar."   Deep breaths took a hold of the strong form that leaned against the column. "Yeah yeah. I would say same, but all I learnt was that I need to learn to fly better and that I really need to get more durable clothes." A small chuckle left his lips as unbreakable took his once broken arm out of the hoodie to show Victory. It looked like it had never been broken or touched except for maybe a scar or two from long before this fight. He quickly covered it back up and pulled the sleeve up on his other arm to where he had accidentally bit hard enough to draw blood.   "You might wanna look away this ain't pretty like me."  

Victory

“You learned that your name isn’t as apt as you think.” He said as he wiped his lower lip of blood. “You can heal, but against someone like me who doesn’t wait, you could be in trouble.” His words were bland as his mind was still focused on the feeling in his eyes. Turning slightly, Andre frowned at the warning. “I was a firefighter, I’ve seen worse. Deep burns and a shiny white bones aren’t pretty.”   Running through the fight in his mind, Andre was making notes. Unbreakable had moves, to be sure. But with enough strength and dexterity those moves could be broken. It was his intellect. His fighting experience. That’s what the kid had that made him a good partner.  

Unbreakable

“Nah I think It’s still a good one. I mean you saw Rostand I didn’t break. Same at Bush hill. The names more for comforting the people I save rather then boosting my ego.” Yeah it’s already big enough….   Unbreakable put his arm up to his mouth moved the mask and bit down on his arm where he did before, it was one of those small wounds there that for some reason just keep bleeding and won’t stop.   Either way he bites down his face hidden as loud cracking noises rip apart the broken bone in his body violently and forces a new one into place.   “Fucking Cunt! Oh god I deserve this. Please stop…” Came out through a muffled groan before the mask was instantly back up and the wound on his arm closed.   “Yeah but this is more like active torture. Not to mention if I knew how to fly properly and had my powers for longer I woulda won.”

[Flight/Healing x1 normal x1 Basic -3EP 6/15]

 

Victory

"No, you wouldn't have." Andre says matter of factly. The heat behind his eyes had vanished. Strange. Must be a new thing? It had been years since Andre had found a new power. First it was his strength...well, actually probably his durability first. Then strength. And then flight. But those all came around the same time. Near the time Tiana was going through... Anyways, he was used to the feeling. A strange knowing that didn't explain too much. So he knew this was new, just not what it was. Something to look into later. "You're a better fighter, technique wise. Issue with thinking you can win is thinking I'd ever quit. I won't. I can't." Floating up in the air as he looked at his friend, he tilted his head. "You good? I need to run somewhere. But we should do this more often."  

Unbreakable

“Sure. Ya do gotta admit I’m at a bit of a dis-advantage here. Since you’ve had your powers for years and I’ve had mine for like a few weeks-ish?” Unbreakable shrugged as he fixes his clothing back to normal. He looks to it with a sigh. “I gotta find stronger clothing…anyway. I wouldn’t have quit either. If this was a real match with real stakes. I would have gone for breaking arms so you wouldn’t be able to fly properly or punch. Implying I could break your arms which I mean…,I dunno didn’t wanna do incase I could but yeah I’m good. I might sit here for a bit catch my breath and my powers back up. You can jet flyboy. Maybe next time I’ll teach you better punching. Less obvious punches.”  

Victory

"Stop by my house in the next few days. I think I have your basic size down and how your colors work. I'll get you a set of what I use. It holds up longer." As he rose higher into the sky, he smiled. "Then lets both hope we never go full force against each other and have to find out which one of us can last longer. Keep out of trouble, Unbreakable. But keep doing what you're doing. I'm proud of you kid. I really am." With that, he did a boy scout salute and took off into the sky.  

Unbreakable

"I don't even know where you live. Last time I was there my main goal was aim for toilet pray I don't paint a green line of spew to it. Just send me the address." Unbreakable gave a deep sigh and slowly stood up to his feet rolling his eyes when he's told someone's proud of him. Another person to disappoint.   "Uhuh sure dad. I'll stay out of trouble but keep being a vigilante. Now how am I gonna get home?"  

Victory

"Fly. You need practice anyways."  

Unbreakable

“Maybe maybe not. You got places to be dontcha so shoo go I’m fine.”  

Victory

Without a word, he flew higher into the sky and off to whatever he was planning to do.