Just when he thought he was free, he wasn't. Aklan looks behind him and see the disgusting swine chasing after him.
"GET BACK HERE WITH MY APPLES!" the market vendor shouted.
"NOT IN A MILLION DREAMS YOU CON PIG!" Aklan shouted back. "WHO EVEN SELLS APPLES FOR A DOLLAR EACH!?" he shouts before continuing his departure.
As Aklan rushes past crowds and down alleyways, his eyes darts off for a bit. For a second, he thought he just saw a quick flash of movement in the corner of his eyes. Aklan looks back, no sign of the swine chasing after him. He must've out ran that pig like bastard, serves him right. He looks at his winnings, five apples.
"This will have to be enough for now" he muttered to himself.
Looking at his surroundings, he assess where he is. Probably on the outer banks of the market. With one more quick sweep around for any signs of the market vendor, Aklan rushes to his destination. Before he could take one step, a figure appears before him. Fairing a solid feet taller than Aklan, the man before him looks right into Aklan.
"And where do you think you're going" The unknown man said.
"This is none of your business, step aside or you'll get hurt" Aklan said sternly.
"Oh my, is this how you treat your elders? I might have to teach you some manners" The man states.
"Try it if you can, they say size don't matter" Aklan says while getting in a fighting stance.
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The man cracks his fingers one by one, shrugs off his shoulders, and gets into stance. "I'll give you three tries, do your worst boy" he taunts.
"YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS" Aklan shouts as he winds up his fist and aims for the man's guts. Pain, immense pain shoots through Aklan's hands up to his shoulders. He swore he hit the man right in the gut, but why did it hurt him instead? He looks up at the man who is just standing there.
"That's one." The man says.
Aklan quickly gets back into his stance once again, but this time, its going to be different. He's going to pull out his trump card if he wants a chance at winning. He readies his fists again and lunges at the man. Before Aklan's fist reaches out, ice begins to cover his skin. From shoulder to his fist, it impacts into the man. The man takes it and lets out a small breath.
"Hmmm, now that was much better. Didn't think I'd deal with a thief with mystique." The man says. "Now that's two, you have one more chance boy. Do your worst or you will regret it."
Aklan now seeing that the man is perfectly fine, just standing there as if he felt no pain. It terrified him, "What kind of monster could be able to withstand a punch of ice? Clearly the monster in front of him," Aklan thinks quickly. Instead of preparing for another swing, Aklan looks around for a way to escape. If he can't beat this man, surely he could out speed him. Aklan takes pride in his speed and has full confidence that he can beat this unknown man. Quickly in his mind, he cyphers though plans and complex equations. He sees now what he has to do.
"Alright you monster! You asked for it!" Aklan says as his swings once more, but not aiming for the man but at a wall behind him. The bricked wall shatters, splinters of ice flying everywhere. Aklan uses it as a distraction and books it to a close by alley. His shoes, now laced with ice, increases his speed with each stride like a figure skater. He runs and slides, whatever it takes to get away. Looking back, he sees no sign of the man. He then heads to his home, a small shack in the outskirts of lower city, and with his prize from the market.