Blast sent a new sound shockwave to dispose the last patrol car. That made three of those. Six officers laid unconscious on the ground.

His eyes scouted Triangle Square as he looked for new threats. He looked from the neat oaks planted in the park, making a nice shadow for bystanders to sit and relax; to the benches below said shadow, rustic enough that they felt at tone with the place but not so much that it would be uncomfortable to sit on them; to the buildings circling the park, drawing an irregular skyline against the horizon.

Reporters and thrill-seekers besides, there was nobody else but him in the ridiculously named square.

"Ha-ha-ha! None can stand before my mighty self! At this rate, not even heroes will be able to stop me~!"

An ominous feeling washed over him, and he cut his monologue short. Feeling a sense of dread washing over him, he frantically dropped to the ground, out of instincts more than anything else.

A second later, a cloud of dark mist exploded behind him, and a blurry silhouette's slender leg violently kicked the air where his head had been a fraction of a second before. He shuddered. "What...?!"

Frustrated by her failed attempt of taking Blast down quickly, Mika jabbed her raised leg down at him in a descending kick. Blast's eyes widened in shock as he threw himself aside, barely avoiding his mysterious foe's blow. Her feet stomped the ground, lifting dust on the impact.

He gulped.

"I take it you're not here to become my minion?" he tried, getting up on his feet and taking a look at Mika.

Now that he took a good look, the girl wasn't half bad! She was fairly young, maybe nineteen or twenty years, with chestnut hair and dark brown eyes. She was a little small and pretty slender, with decent curves in the right places. It wasn't precisely his type, but he wouldn't say no if she asked him out! She also had this dangerous look in her eyes. It was hot.

Instead of answering, Mika leaped forward, leveling another kick, this time at Blast's chest. He grimaced and just barely managed to avoid her. He was glad he had seen all those martial arts movies, they were really helping here!

"Now now, don't be so aggressive!" He reflected on the way that sounded. "You know what? Actually, keep being aggressive. It's sexy."

"Ew, disgusting" she yucked and reflectively shielded herself from him. He grinned: that was the chance he was aiming for!

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He jumped as hard as he could, and braced himself for what was coming.

"Raaaah!!!" He shouted to the ground below himself, and the reflective property of standard waves forced his own shockwave to return to his owner. He was propelled up to the sky.

"BLAAAST!!!" Now using his own power as a jet propeller of sorts, he shot through the sky full-speed like a human-shaped arrow, before landing at the top of the largest building around.

"Ha-ha-ha!" he sported his villainous laughter. He had practiced with the mirror for nearly two weeks before reaching his current state, and he was pretty proud of his result. "You cannot defeat me! Surrender now!"

Mika tched at the cliched show-off villain lines. "Is this guy even trying?" It looked more like all he wanted was getting everyone's attention rather than conquering the world. "I hope the chief doesn't plan to recruit this guy. Nah, I don't think he would..."

Although, Blast was still in an advantageous position. He looked at Mika for any sight of surrender. Finding none, he sighed exaggeratedly. "So be it! You would have played an excellent sidekick... "

Mika's world went blank for a second as Blast's shockwave caught her off-guard. It felt like her ears were about to tear away from her head and leave her alone in this hell of noise. Asurancetúrix, the Gallic bard, would be proud of Blast after that soundburst.

Her legs trembled and she was about to drop on her knees when she snapped back to attention and puffed away covered in smoke.

"Wha-?!"

Of course, that didn't mean she could blink near him again. Shadowbender didn't work like that. The power basically reduced five seconds to an instant for her. Even if she used it, if she couldn't get to him within that five seconds lapse, it would be for naught...

So she used it to shield herself from his attack... and request backup.

"Chief! I'm having a hard time here! I'm gonna need some help!"

"Roger" Lawrence's grave voice echoed in the intercom device attached to her ear, and she sighed in relief.

A second later, Blast was taken aback as a giant punch smashed his side.

"Gwhah~!"

He felt his ribs cry out in protest at the pain, and he looked aside, looking for the aggressor...

Instead, a single bullet head fell to the ground.

His eyes widened in shock, and he fell to the ground just in time to avoid another bullet aimed at him.

Looking in the direction of the bullet, he noticed two men, which of the two more imposing. One of them, clad in black leather clothes, wearing wickedly crafted dark gauntlets and a cursed templar's helmet that hid his face; the other, dressed in clothes fit for a crime overlord, a completely black suit with fedora hat and red necktie. His eyes gleamed a cold purple that chilled him to the bones. His arm was stretched towards him, holding a smoking gun.

"Aha! There you... ARE!!!" He launched a shockwave burst on their direction. They couldn't dodge from that range...

Or so he thought.

"Fool" Lawrence said. A second later, Jean and him leapt, one to each side... to the empty air that surrounded their building's roof.

Instead of falling to the ground and getting crushed, Jean burst a few more energy pulses and landed unharmed, while Lawrence... turned half-transparent and jumped ahead?

The sonic boom completely ignored Lawrence. Using Incomprehensible meant turning immaterial. That also meant having his body weight reduced to zero...

Making floating from a roof to another completely possible.

And before he noticed, Lawrence was standing in front of him.

"Oh, daggarbincles."