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I can't just lay here forever, Red-lips will eventually catch on, if she hasn't already. The way she's examining her arm, she can tell something is off. Fuck did I overdo the push-off? No, I only pushed off just enough to soften the blow, her ridiculous strength is the reason I got thrown so damn far!

Wait, she's turning away? Yes!

The voices of protest rang out as she walked to the edge of the ring.

"What! No, is that it?"

"Ain't no way that bitch is a max!"

"Yeah, they must have just been rumors."

"Screw this, I'm out of here!"

Red-lips reached the edge of the ring, looking back at me for a second. She was clearly still confused but it looks like my little show worked better than I thought it would. After seeing my injuries no one would doubt that I went down in one punch, especially since it was the apparently well-known Red who delivered it. There is one thing missing, I thought--

Red-lips goes to step out of the ring, "(Click) The fight isn't over yet. I will stop the fight if either party gets a serious injury."

Damnit! How does that bitch know?

Red-lips whips around to face me before leaping into the air. Her landing spot looking to be where I lay.

You fucking bitch! You just wouldn't let me have this. I found a way around your little game and you don't like it. If you really want to see my power so bad then fine, but don't think just because you'll see it means you'll understand it you bitch in a box.

Time slows for just a second.

I roll to the side just before Red-lips lands. While rolling I grab one of her legs pulling on it as hard as I can. She tries to stick her other leg out to catch herself, but she was just too slow to react. She body-slams face-first into the ground at the end of her, easily thirty-foot, jump.

Time speeds back up.

The roll, grab, and me standing up was all one motion. I speak quietly now standing over her, "Sorry beautiful, If it helps I didn't want to fight you."

The surprise from the audience was filling the arena.

"What just happened?"

"Wasn't he just on the ground? How did Red?"

"Did Red just trip?"

"In mid-air? No, it had to be his ability."

"Damnit, what did I miss? I didn't see it, what was his ability?"

"I don't know, it happened too fast?"

I don't know if that was enough to give away my power but I should assume it was. The plan from here on out will be to become an agent. Once I'm one, I can use the freedom and hopefully resources to find that fucking bastard. But that doesn't mean--

No.

No fucking way!

Red-lips starts getting up, she's fucking getting up! How do you just get up from a fall that big? Her head was whipped against the concrete like the tail of a damn skateboard.

Looking down at where her face had landed there was cracked and crumbled concrete. Turning to me her face was bright red all the way to her ears but there was no sign of any damage to it.

"How did... HOW?" I was so shocked that her first swing almost touched me. No that wasn't a swing, she was trying to grab me. If this girl gets ahold of me it won't be like in my dreams, she'll break me in two. Luckily I don't have my shirt on or she might have been able to grab it.

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I was able to evade every one of her blows, slipping back and forth. The crowd was going crazy as she rained a flurry of attacks on me, each missing by a few inches or less.

"How the hell is that scrawny bastard doing that?"

"His ability must enhance his speed."

"No, I'm pretty fast and he doesn't look to be moving that fast."

"Just because he isn't running in a straight line doesn't mean he's not fast."

"Hey, I can do more than just run in a straight line. It's just hard to turn sometimes, you wouldn't understand."

"Shut up dumbass, look. He's hitting her every time she misses."

With every punch she threw I attacked her joints, only slowing time for split seconds. First starting with the inside of her elbows, then her wrists, her throat, and even her knees. I don't normally try kicks but the knee is a low target so I wasn't worried about losing my balance. That and because nothing else was working! Every joint I hit felt like I was striking a brick wall. I even tried punching her in the face, unsurprisingly it didn't do shit. What is this woman made of!

Well, that leaves me with only one more thing to do.

I kicked my leg up as hard as I can and Red let out an audible gasp. After pulling my leg back from between her's, I threw my right hand out in a fist, but my middle knuckle was out further than the rest. In her shock, she stopped for a second and that's when my knuckle hit her eye.

She stepped back holding her eye. The crowd was silent except for one girl's voice, "Did he just kick her in the..."

Red looked up at me while uncovering her eye, it looked perfectly fine. She once again remained uninjured, the only difference being her face somehow found a way to get even redder.

Another voice came from the crowd, "He just tried to blind her!"

A loud, mechanical pop rings out. I instinctively slow-down time, looking in the direction of the sound.

What the fuck is this?

A metal rope with something on each end was heading my way. I reach out, stepping to one side and grabbing it out of the air. I let the side furthest from me pass in-between Red and me before spinning it back around, using its own momentum to slam one end of it into Red. The things on each end must have had some weight to them. The one that hit Red on the side of the head threw her to the ground.

It had so much speed that it spun me around a whole other time before I finally just let go of it. It went flying up and over the barrier, into the crowd hitting a couple of kids closest to the ring. Two more flew at me from either side, one a few feet higher than the other. So I jumped, turning in the air and laying myself flat while one passed above me and the other below. The sound of them hitting the concrete barriers that sat just in front of the crowd rang out. People yelling out in surprise after they struck.

A voice boomed from the ceiling, "Gun, you will stand down. This match is over, you have been disqualified and will be apprehended!"

If that's the case then why didn't you fucking tell me instead of trying to take me down you bitch!

Two agents rush in together pulling out the tranquilizer gun that he used on me before. They both aimed and fired at me simultaneously as if they had rehearsed this before.

What, I thought you motherfuckers wanted me to use my power!

I catch both of the darts in each hand, tossing them to my sides, and walk off the platform. "Hey bitch if you want to stop me you have to use your fucking words!"

God, I want to fucking kill all you damn agents. Every last one of you looks like him. And that bitch in a box thinking she can just flex her power on me whenever she wants.

Both of the agents go to reach for my forearms when I get near them, their hands stopping just before. I move my head in-between them while I speak, "What, don't want a little blood on your hands?" Because of everything that had happened some of the gashes on my arms had opened up and were starting to bleed everywhere. My gunshot wound had opened up the second I hit the ground after being thrown but was only bleeding a little compared to my arms.

They each grabbed just above my elbow and shoved me forward.