Robert was the most shocked out of anyone. His now dead friend wasn’t weak, even if he wasn’t as strong as Robert himself. And he knew how strong Brittany was thanks to past interactions. Her being able to do this wasn’t sothing he could have ever dread.
"KILL THEM"
"PROTECT THE BOSS!" Dobson said, aiming his weapon at Brittany and firing as the others took the que and did the sa. Brittany, having never been shot at before, reacted instinctually and using her energy, wrapped herself in a cloak of fast moving air before jumping to the side. The bullets missed her, but just barely. The wind barrier did nothing to stop them, but it did allow her to move faster than she ever had before, much to her surprised.
Laz, seeing her in trouble, then began to walk towards the n. He didn’t know what kind of training Brittany had gotten, but it was clear that she had no idea how to really fight. In fact, it was questionable if she even really knew how to use her ability, seeing as how she actually tried to block bullets with wind.
’She should be an agility type so why does she act like so sort of defense type?’ Laz thought as he moved, the cigar still in his hand.
Had he known the answer, he probably would have face-pald himself at how stupid it was.
The training that Brittany got was a standard type of training for all chosen. Despite having different kinds of elental powers, they were all taught to use them in the sa way. Making a shield like Brittany did, for example, would have been super effective for a ground type user or even a water or ice user. But sothing like that would be useless for soone using thunder, fire or like in her case, wind.
As for Robert’s elent, Laz wasn’t sure what that golden light was suppose to be since he had never seen it before. Despite that, he didn’t worry. His instincts basically told him this fight wasn’t one he needed to take seriously as all of their energy’s were way below his level.
It was almost like he would be bullying them if he went too hard, not that he cared.
Seeing Brittany take cover while this smoking idiot was walking towards them, they turned their weapons on to Laz and began firing, only to freeze in horror monts later as not a single bullet so much as scratched his clothes, must less broke his skin.
"The fuck?" Dobson said, looking at Laz. He still couldn’t see his face, but he sensed sothing was off about him and he quickly ca to a decision.
"Hey you fucking bastards, is your power all for show? Use it," Dobson said, throwing down his weapon and summoning a ball of flas in his hand.
"But after that other ti, they forbid us from using our power on normal people," on of Robert’s chosen friends argued as the other guards kept on firing.
"DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE’S FUCKING NORMAL?" Dobson yelled, throwing the fireball at Laz.
As it streaked through the air, Laz held the cigar out in front of him, positioning it between him and the fireball. As soon as the foot sized fireball hit the cigar, the cigar burst into flas and crumpled into dust, but Laz was unhurt in the slightest.
"Well... those things are bad for you after all," he said and continued walking forward.
"SHIT!"
"FUCKER!"
"DO IT!" Robert yelled as the body guards jumped out of the way of the incoming barrage.
Shards of ice, bolts of lightning, fireballs and even clumps of stone went flying at Laz, mixing together as they hit in a weird convergence of energy that caused a dust cloud to form, thanks to the stones blowing up.
Despite that, Laz kept right on walking.
’Hmm... it’s kind of like void palace realm power? At the best? But even then it’s like it’s lacking sothing. Or maybe it’s just ?’ Laz thought as he approached.
One of the guards, throwing down his fire arm, brought out a baton and charged, followed by the others. While sothing of this nature wouldn’t hurt it, it would be a bit embarrassing if these guys started whacking his face or tried to attack his junk. Luckily for him, he wasn’t alone.
Amira rushed out and slamd into the first guard, sending him flying. The second one she tripped with a leg sweep before coming face to face with the third and the forth.
With her engaging them, Laz just continued on until he ca upon Dobson, the only one of them who gave him any feeling of awareness. And it wasn’t because Dobson was strong, but because he was smart. Robert would be too stupid to get away on his own, but Dobson could make it happen. Laz could already see the experienced man’s eyes darting around, looking for an answer or an escape.
"Not going to happen," Laz said, charging forward.
Dobson jumped to the side, leaving behind two grenades in his wake on the ground before laying flat, only his feet facing the direction of the explosives.
Laz didn’t bother thinking about it and simply stomped down on them in quick succession, crushing them flat.
"How the fuck?" Dobson asked, noticing the lack of explosion.
"Fuse didn’t hit the powder. You should have charged them first if you were serious, but that only would have worked if you were willing to kill yourself along with . Not that I would have died mind you," Laz said with a bit of a laugh.
Grunts and groans started coming from off to the side and Dobson turned his head to see Brittany already in the middle of the group of young n, blasting them away like they were made of paper. Her ability to control wind was astounding. Combined with their shock and inability to act at Laz’s appearance and seemingly invulnerability and they were nothing more than sitting ducks.
All until Robert was the only one left standing.
"YOU BITCH!" Robert said, throwing out the golden sphere in his hand.
It flew into the air, heading straight for Brittany. Despite jumping to the side, the ball of gold changed direction and hit her in the waist, straight on, sending her flying.
"HA!" Robert said, before pressing the attack. Sohow, his ability allowed him to control this ball of gold like it was remote controlled and it kept flying at Brittany, striking her again and again.
"Heh. Looks like the little slut is going to die, don’t it?" Dobson said, in hopes of throwing Laz off by getting him to be worried. But when he turned his head to see Laz’s face, Laz didn’t look worried in the slightest.
One final strike with the golden ball sent Brittany flying into a car door, back first. She sat there on the ground with only her heavy breathing audible over the sounds of Amira’s fight. Robert quickly walked over to her and grabbed the ball, molding it in his hand to a sharp point as though it were made from clay.
Before he could stab her with the golden spike, Brittany’s arm shot up and grabbed Robert by the neck, making his lose his grip on his weapon.
"WHAT?" He managed to say before her vice like fingers compressed on his neck.
Standing up, Brittany didn’t let go of Robert’s neck once, instead tightening until his face beca red.
"BOSS!" Dobson yelled out until a swift kick to the head knocked him unconscious.
Laz crossed his arms and waited, watching.
"How can you be this... strong...." Robert managed to squeak out as Brittany looked him in the eye.
"Strong? No... You’re just way to weak. Besides, how else was I going to get you to lower your guard so quickly. I could have killed you a dozen tis over but that wouldn’t have been nearly as fun. No. I can kill, but for this.... this needed to be much more personal," Brittany growled as she kicked forward, her hard knee going straight into his crotch, causing him untold amounts of pain and he wiggled and squird, trying to hit her, kick her, or whatever else he could do.
Despite the blows, she didn’t move an inch.
Instead, she brought her knee up again, striking his junk by smashing his own hand into it as he tried to defend himself.
Muffled and breathless screams again rang out, but they were weaker this ti.
Robert tried his best to lift his legs to bury his junk in his thighs, but Brittany still struck again. This ti though, she could sense his defense had helped.
Pissed off, she reached over and slapped him, hard.
"WHAT’S WRONG FUCKER? YOU DON’T LIKE IT ROUGH?" She yelled before slapping him again.
"Please.... stop.... I.... can.. give .... you.... money.... what.... ever.... you... want...." Robert tried begging, feeling his strength leaving his body.
"No... You can’t. You already destroyed what I wanted... Now I will destroy you," Brittany spat, feeling her anger rising to new levels.
This ti, she didn’t use her knee. Feeling a strength she didn’t know she had, she lifted the taller than her man up off his feet, wrapped her energy around his fist and struck forward, hard and fast.
The powered fist connected, as a Sploosh sounded out. Before Laz could even guess what happened, he noticed a large wave of blood rush down Robert’s pants as even Laz cringed and felt like covering himself.
Robert’s eggs.... hand been smashed.
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