Smells like Teen Spirit - Match 1 (Liam vs Macus)

[Liam Dalton]

Click-clank!

The doors went once they slammed shut behind the young Prefect, the noise echoing through the otherwise empty courtyard, as he looked toward the grand arena. For the moment, the young man simply stood there, and bask in how large the school really was. He hadn't noticed it the past few times he had been here due to how anxious, and excited he was, but he felt small. As if this place, and how amazingly large it was a metaphor for how much room he had to grow until he truly grasps greatness. 

It was kinda... Overwhelming. 

Swallowing down his insecurities, he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as he thought back. Memories of everything the government had taught him came flooding back. The long grueling hours of studying, and practice battles returning to him. Clenching his jaw, he tighten his hands into fists. Turning his knuckles bone white, as he turned his resentment, anger and frustration into motivation. It would be the fire that drove him to achieve greatness, and to prove to his teachers that he had surpassed them and everyone else. "Failure isn't an option" He muttered under his breath. Although, he didn't sound exactly assure of himself. 

As he stepped into the ring, Liam took note of how despite unsure of himself he was, a small part of him felt extremely excited for this tournament. The superiors had ordered him to partake in this tournament - It was a direct order for him to fight whoever stepped through that door, thus he would have follow it to the letter. There would be no talking his way out this to avoid hurting others. Not that they would have listen anyway most likely. These people were fighting for their freedom. They would be throwing everything they had at him, and he wasn't allowed to quit. Thus there wasn't a need to hold back. He just hoped whoever it was could forgive him.... 

Once he stepped into his side of the arena he ran over the rules in his head one more time. Armor and weapons (Unless created from powers) were strictly not allowed. Okay, he didn't have any anyways, thus explaining his casual wear. Black gym shorts, black shocks and shoes, and a plain white t-shirt that said I'm Nobody in big bold letters on the front. He had left out his colored contacts out of fear them getting in the way, revealing his Sapphire Blues.

Next rule; he only needed to knock his opponent unconscious, and the officials didn't ordered him to kill. He could live with that. Taking one more deep breath the back of his shirt started to move as the RC cells started to flow out of his Predatory Organs (PO for short) located in his lower back, and pierced through his skin from within causing one of his Kagune to emerge. A large 30-foot long glowing red scaled tentacle that flowed like blood until it harden into shape. Moving behind the boy like a snake trying to charm it's prey. He raised his hand up, and moved his thumb over his index finger, applying pressure until it popped. 

CRACK!

[Marcus Finch]

Marcus stood at the opposite end of the courtyard, leaning against the wall of the school with an air of nonchalance. With his eyes closed he appeared to be at peace with himself, as if he was there for no other purpose than to waste a casual afternoon in the sunshine. Internally, the punk was a hurricane of raw emotion. Anger boiled in his gut, threatening to spill over before the match even began, but he managed to keep himself in check. The only indication that he was even awake came from the subtle stiffness of his shoulders. At his sides his fists were clenched, but he didn’t seem aware as his breaths passed steadily in and out of his lungs. Meanwhile, he concentrated on the storm raging in his gut.

The anger was familiar, almost comfortable when compared with the uncertainty threatening to corrupt the punk’s pre-fight ritual. Marcus had been in fights before but nothing like this. Street fights, the kind that arose spontaneously with no forethought or planning; the kind where the goal was to hurt the other guy as much as possible before the police showed up, that was the kind of fighting Marcus was used to. This would be something else entirely. He tried not to think. He tried to get angry.

The doors clanked shut, announcing the arrival of his opponent. Taking one last breath Marcus pushed himself away from the wall and blinked open his eyes to squint at the kid. He was unimpressed. Liam stood a few inches shorter than marcus, though the outline of well-defined muscles stood out clear under the kid's pale skin. Marcus took note of the ink stained into his opponent's clenched knuckles. "Alive" proclaimed the letters on Liam's left hand while the right promised "death". For whatever reason Marcus found the tattoos incredibly amusing. It was like the kid was so desperate to seem creative that he settled for the first two 5 letter words that came to mind, regardless of the fact that they weren't quite opposites. “I’m Nobody” read the kid’s shirt and Marcus gave a snort of humourless laughter. Tch, he thought, what a nerd. The green-haired punk felt his tension ebb slightly.

Marcus did not immediately confront his opponent. Rather, he gave the kid some space to collect himself and pray or whatever the hell it was he was doing over there. A few seconds later it became obvious, though marcus's understanding of the situation was not improved when a massive tentacle sprouted from Liam's back. A feeling of mingled disgust and surprise presented itself to the punk, but he refused to acknowledge it. Instead, Marcus forced himself to cross the courtyard at a steady pace towards the kid. He extended a hand for the boy to shake as he approached. The sound manipulator tried hard not to let his weary gaze shift to the tentacle looming over the pair as he waited for Liam to accept the handshake. The tension was back and somehow the gesture made everything seem real. Marcus could feel his heart rate pick up in spite of his efforts to remain aloof.

Smirking, the punk jerked his head up at the tentacle waving above them and said, "I've got one of them too, but I'll keep it in my pants." Adrenaline pumped through him, surging hot and fast mingled with the blood roaring on his ears. Marcus's palms itched with the promise of a fight and he felt ready to kill something. “Marcus Finch,” he introduced himself, wanting to at least know the name of the kid who’d be his ticket to freedom. “I dunno about you, man, but I’m ready to go home.” He gripped the kid’s hand a bit harder than necessary before stalking back to his corner of the courtyard and sinking into a ready position. Drawing a deep breath, Marcus wiped his face of all emotion, his focus intense as he gave a slow nod. “Ready when you are.”

[Liam Dalton]

There wasn't a massive coliseum that housed them, but he still felt the magnitude of these matches. No bleachers filled to the brim with an audience, but he could still hear the up-roaring applauds of the crowd as him, and his opponent walked into the ring. Gladiators didn't storm out to meet him in battle, but his eyes never left the slave in front of him. That was what they were - slaves forced to fight for the amusement of the crowd, and the winner would be given their freedom. They, the gifted, were the gladiators, and they, the Government, were the emperor and his court.  He had only hoped they didn't get to decide the fate of the loser with a mere thumb.... Of course, he had known about this type of hierarchy from his debriefing, and from his encounter with Camila, but actually experiencing it awoken something deep within the dual-colored haired teen. 

His Sapphire hues stay glued to his enemy as he started to walk toward him, and as his Kagune twitched readily behind him, a quick reminder ran through his head. Dehumanize and demonize you're opponent. Dehumanize your friends. Dehumanize yourself and face bloodshed. Which surprisingly enough, had been extremely easy for the normally kind-spirited Liam as he stared at Marcus with a blank expression as the teen walked toward the Prefect. He had just lifted his hand for a shake, probably wanting to have the fight be in good spirits, but he wouldn't give him the chance. He wouldn't take that chance - before Macus was even half way across the arena, Liam's Kagune lashed out in the blink of an eye. Swinging at the boy's side from the left as the "living muscle" harden to become as strong as reinforced steel. The force of which should be enough to most likely shatter a few bones, and launch the taller teen through the air. Liam's plan to knock him into the wall, hoping to break a few more bones upon impact. 

While this happened, The Red Children cells in his POs flowed out of his back, a little above the waist, to form his second Kagune. And should Marcus avoid his primary attack the second glowing tentacle would rush forward where-ever he landed with tremendous speed to try, and slam into his chest to knock him backwards. Using a tactic of rapid, and precise attacks to try and leave Marcus with little to almost no breathing room. Two of his Kagune were out. The other four were yet to be seen.  

[Marcus Finch]

Shit. Before Marcus could get more than half-way to greet the guy, Liam had already started his attack. So much for introductions, the punk thought to himself as he dropped to the ground, flattening his body against the pavement with a slap. The sound of his body hitting the ground sent shockwaves of sonic energy through the pavement. In response, the pavement sped towards Liam in waves and the punk could only hope it would knock his opponent over or at least throw him off balance. Meanwhile, the first of Liam’s tentacles swept through the air above the sound manipulator, close enough to ruffle his hair and the fabric of his sleeveless t-shirt. Marcus rolled to the side and pushed himself back to his feet in one fluid motion. Liam was fast and the punk knew that to stay still almost certainly meant defeat.

Marcus’s heart sank as he spotted the second tentacle. Keep your cool, don’t panic, he reminded himself, just do what you know. Shifting his weight onto his toes, Marcus pivoted to the side as the second tentacle whipped towards him with wicked speed. The punk barely had time to turn himself sideways as the scaled extremity lashed out for his chest, managing to catch his shoulder instead. A hiss of pain escaped through Marcus’s clenched teeth. The sound of the impact melded with the hiss and amplified. Marcus conducted the sound to higher and higher degrees, allowing it to fill the courtyard with a sound like feedback on steroids. It became a human dog whistle intended to incapacitate and inflict as much damage as possible on the human ear. Marcus was grateful that he was allowed to wear his ear plugs during the competition. Although they didn’t deafen him completely, they took the edge off the sound and left him free to set up for his next move.

Hoping his opponent was busy attending to his aching ears, Marcus pulled himself together. He balanced on the balls of his feet with his knees bent just enough to allow him to spring out of the way at a moment’s notice. Thinking fast, the punk took inventory of the situation. He was trapped in a relatively small space with a kid who had a pair of stupid-fast meat whips that were apparently capable of crushing his bones in the blink of an eye. There was very little space to work with and there was little chance of Marcus being able to get in close enough to get the guy to fight him hand-to-hand. Even if he did manage to get close enough, the meat whips were certain to get involved and it would be like trying to fight three people at once.

“God dammit,” Marcus muttered under his breath. He was up a proverbial creek without a proverbial paddle while the human kraken was enjoying a pleasant fucking proverbial swim. Okay, okay, chill, Marcus coached himself, he’s fast but so are you. Taking a deep breath, the punk steadied himself, tracking the pair of writhing tentacles with his eyes and preparing himself to move at a moment’s notice. The fight was only just getting started.

Suddenly, there was a sound like a gun-shot that rumbled through the stadium, knocking loose a few bricks from the roof of the school. The sound manipulator no longer stood in the place he had been mere seconds before. Instead, he was replaced with a green and black blur that traveled at the speed of sound directly at Liam’s body. It was a risky move. Marcus felt certain that he would make contact unless the kid could somehow react at sonic speeds, but the collision was likely to hurt him just as much as it hurt Liam. It was reckless, it was dangerous, it was stupid, but this tournament was made for taking chances.

[Liam Dalton]

Liam had capitalized on his opportunity when Marcus had made his way towards him, but the Punk unfortunately had good reflexes, definitely better than Liam had expected, and he managed to avoid the tentacle by corpse-dropping onto the floor, causing his Kagune to swing above him, and harmlessly miss. However, that would just mean that Marcus was on the defensive, a weak one at that. He readied his next strike, but was cut short when the ground grumbled underneath his feet, causing him to stumble around briefly until he soon caught his balance. "What was that....?" He mused internally as he followed through with his attack.

The tentacle darting forward through the air, and managing to catch the other male in the shoulder as he pivoted to the side. It wouldn't be the OHKO that Liam had been aiming for, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to cause some serious damage. The Kagune were as hard as reinforced-steel after all, and with the speed at which it had been moving the force of the blow should have at least cracked a few bones, hopefully making the entire arm pretty much useless for the rest of the match. That was unless his opponent had some kind of armor-like ability that would have shielded him, but seeing the way he responded to being struck, Liam seriously had his doubts. 

The original tentacle twitched behind the teen as he readied his second attack, but before Liam even had the chance to launch the strike he was bombarded with an incredibly high pitch whistle. Without a moment's hesitation his hands shot up to the side of his head, clamping shut around his ears to trying to block out the sound. However, he had been to late, the damage had been done. He was incapacitated for the moment as small trails of blood flowed out of his ears. It took everything he had not to scream. Just maintaining enough sense to figure out that Marcus could use sounds. Then before the male even had time to regain his bearings, he heard a loud gun-shot like noise, as well as a incredibly sharp pain struck him. Liam only had a spilt-second to register what had happened before he was sent backwards. 

 However, Liam was a trained solider, and was quick to respond. Almost instantly as he was sent flying back, his Kagunes stabbed into the arena floor thus anchoring him so he didn't go more then a few feet. And like a rubber band being stretched the tentacles snapped back, sending Liam flying back towards Marcus, who might still be recovering from the sonic-impact himself, like a human-missile, and attempt to slam both of his feet into the boy's chest. Wither it worked or not, Liam would then jump back a few feet before two more of the "living muscles" grew out of his back (4 in total).

Then quickly following their reveal the four tentacles swung at Marcus with amazing speeds from different directions relentlessly. Using a combination of the number of them, their length and speed, to try and completely overwhelm the boy. Also, should Marcus try to dodge, or run around the field they would simply follow after. Like four snakes chasing after a mouse. 

[Marcus Finch]

A flash of pain alerted Marcus to the fact that his arm was injured, but he didn’t have time to care. if he wanted to win this fight he would have to keep moving. The punk was satisfied to see blood streaming out of his opponent’s ears. Liam was strong but he wasn’t invincible. Suddenly, the punk was struck by a flash of inspiration. If only he could figure out how to pull it off. . .

Marcus barreled into Liam, leading with his injured shoulder. If it was already hurt then there was no point in sacrificing his good arm. At that speed he had the capacity to cause some serious damage to whatever he hit. Unfortunately, whatever he hit was just as likely to cause some serious damage to him. There was a gut-wrenching crunch as Marcus made contact with the prefect and he wasn’t sure whether it had come from him or from Liam. His arm dangled dead at his side but the adrenaline surging through his veins was enough to override the pain and keep him focused.

Though the hit was a success Marcus had little time to celebrate as the kid rebounded straight back, feet first. Still reeling from the impact, Marcus couldn’t react fast enough to avoid the flying freakshow. Liam’s feet struck Marcus square in the chest with enough force to knock him flat on his back. All the air evacuated the punk’s lungs and before he could even wipe the blood from his mouth Liam had sprouted two more tentacles. They converged on him like a pack of blood-frenzied sharks.

The kagune were fast, almost impossibly fast given their size and the amount of effort it must have taken to sling them around, but sound was still faster. A wall of condensed air hummed around the punk like a swarm of invisible wasps, but it was like trying to stop a train. A really angry train that had a personal vendetta against him and wanted him dead. Marcus’s face twisted with concentrated effort as the kagune pressed down on him. His lungs burned like they were rain and Adele was lurking somewhere nearby. He blamed the lack of oxygen for the crappy analogy. Trapped, the punk felt the stones of the courtyard digging into his back as the kagune whipped above him. The only thing protecting him from being crushed was a thin layer of pressurized sound waves and he knew it was only a matter of time before it gave.

[Liam Dalton]

Whenever Liam hit Marcus with his gravity-defying-dropkick, he had a sudden urge to scream some ridiculous attack name. Something along the lines of Justice Kick! He just pictured himself with a bright red cape, helmet, and tights as his feet slammed into the boy's chest. It would have been so cool! However, the Prefect resisted this extremely nerdy yearning to keep the match at the serious tone he had started it off on. It was a shame, but Liam desperately needed to keep this match as much in a haze as possible. Right now his training was helping him in seeing Marcus as nothing more than a target in a mission,although there was definitely something else helping from within unbeknownst to him. Because if he had started to joke around, and start to make seem Marcus human in his eyes.... His resolve to fight would vanish.

He couldn't afford to waver! Not right now! 

With his feet firmly slammed into Marcus's chest Liam started to feel a similar pain on his own from the punk's attack. Pushing off of the boy's torso Liam landed on his feet, having used his Kagune to help right himself, and continued to jumped back a few more feet while Marcus fell to the floor. Then following through with his second attack - the four tentacles lashed out at the boy like heat-seeking whips. Each one striking with enough force to shatter a stone pillar - Liam had expected this to be the end, but to his surprise and annoyance the Kagunes kept bouncing off of some-kind of shield. This kid was good. And Liam wasn't normally one to toot his own horn, but he hadn't expect this much of a struggle in only the first round. 

He could feel himself growing more frustrated as he gritted his teeth, but he didn't give up on his attack, or even slow down. There was no way the barrier would hold forever. He just needed to break through before he lost his steam! Clenching his jaw he pushed his ability harder, and harder as the tentacles swung faster and harder. However, as he did this his body started to pump out more and more RC cells causing the white in his eyes to turn black, and his blue hues to become crimson. Signaling that his body was adapting to the problem at hand which caused a new Predatory Organ to grow around his tail-bone/coccyx. 

As his four tentacles continued on with their attack a new Kagune spouted from the freshly made PO. This one taking on the appearance of a massive snake-like tail. At first glance it seemed to be roughly ten feet longer then the tentacles and nearly as thick as Liam was. The Rc cells affecting his mind, Liam shouted as the tail surge forward trying to slam into Marcus. It wasn't as fast as the tentacles, but sure would hit a whole lot harder. Speaking of which, the four tentacles would stop their onslaught just before the tail was about to hit Marcus. The force of which would be enough to shatter the arena floor where it had struck. 

After it had hit, or hadn't the tail retreated back to Liam before laying at his feet. With his eyes still red and black, a completely different air surrounded the Prefect instead of his usual gentle and reserved one. It felt much crueler, and brimming the edge with confidence. He stepped onto the upper part of the tail, and had it lift him into the air while the four tentacles danced behind him. His eyes looking down upon Marcus as a cocky smirk graced his lips.  
 
    

[Marcus Finch]

Marcus was suffocating. It was all he could do to focus on the barrier that hummed above him, the only thing between him and certain death. It was like laying in a pressure cooker with the air rapidly heating around him as the air particles vibrated against each other, packed densely together to keep out the angry tentacles. Pushing himself, the punk gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he forced the air to compress around him, a cocoon of sound waves that seemed just as likely to cook him alive as it was to protect him from the Kagune whipping against it again and again. He had a new-found appreciation for the phrase “do not tap the glass”. Sweat-soaked and rapidly approaching his breaking point, Marcus didn’t even see the fifth tentacle budding from the prefect’s posterior.

There was a split second of relief. Then everything went to hell.

The moment the fifth Kagune struck the shield it blew out with explosive force. The shock wave radiated outward, filling the arena with a sound that would leave Marcus’s ears ringing for days. He could only imagine the havoc it was wreaking on his opponent’s already damaged ears. Laying at the epicentre, Marcus raised his right arm to cover his face (the other arm unresponsive) as the heat rolled over him from the blast. The ground shook and the sound of shattering glass indicated that the school’s windows had just been reduced to empty frames. He had no idea what had become of Liam as the explosion kicked up a thick cloud of dust, but he hoped his opponent had been blasted back into the wall behind him hard enough to kill him. The thought was probably too optimistic.

The punk rolled to his feet, wheezing. His left arm was agony, his chest felt like it’d been curb-stomped by a tank and every muscle ached, but he forced himself to keep moving. As much as he wanted to stay down on the pavement and die, he had a feeling the fight wasn’t over yet. The scene was painted in ugly, post-apocalyptic shades of yellow and brown as the dust cloud hung heavy in the space. It was impossible to make out anything more than dim silhouettes in the mass of particles and Marcus flinched at every sign of movement- real or imagined.

In the aftermath of the explosion the punk lost all sense of direction. He hobbled forward, unsure whether he was walking straight into his opponent’s arms or into some other, equally horrible fate. Paranoia creeped down his spine and he sucked in a sharp breath as he stumbled over something in the haze. A small pile of bricks, apparently knocked loose at some point during the fight. Marcus’s eyes lit up.

“Alright,” he muttered quietly, crouching down to run his good hand over a hunk of brick, “where are you, you Hentai-loving son of a bitch.” The words fell from his lips and condensed under the brick, the pressure building by the second. Marcus knew he would have one shot at his opponent as the dust cleared, one shot to launch the chunk of sun-baked clay at Liam’s head at 342.3 miles per hour and score a knock-out or worse. If the brick met its mark, the match would be over; If it didn’t, the punk would be out of luck. There were a lot of things that could go wrong with the plan. What if he was facing the wrong way? What if Liam saw him first? Marcus’s anxiety peaked and he huffed heavy breaths. Of course, maybe the explosion had done the prefect in. Marcus didn’t trust his luck enough to drop his guard. It all came down to this: a David and Goliath moment that seemed to suspend time and left Marcus hanging in the balance.

[Liam Dalton]

With the influx of Red Children Cells coursing through his body Liam had taken on a few noticeable differences in his behavior and appearance. For the latter the coloring for his eyes had become their polar opposites - the white had been replaced with an ink-like black, and the sapphire blue turned crimson red. The air around him became hubristic as the the millions of Rc cells were at the control of his finger tips. He could their power through his very being as his new Anguis Kagune was formed. It was empowering, intoxicating, and Liam would use every ounce of that power to win this tournament, he just needed to get past Marcus first. 

The massive tailed pierced through the air, and came down on the Punk like a scorpion's tail. His barrier might have stopped his tentacles, but Liam seriously doubted that it would hold against this attack. Even if it was just able to break through the shield, the Aranea Kagunes would have just homed back in, and continued on with their beating. Victory was within his grasp, Liam would feel it as adrenaline rushed through him. It mixed with the effects of the Rc cells causing Liam to shout as he attacked.

Then before Liam would even blink an eye an explosion rocked the arena, and he started to fly backwards from the force of the blast. However, Liam's tentacles were quick. All four of them stabbed into the ground with their form altering, causing hooks sprouted from them once they pierced through the surface, anchoring the boy in place. Then his massive tail wrapped around him, and harden to become to stronger than steel status. Protecting him. However, no amount of quick thinking could have completely saved him.

His body wouldn't stop shaking, and his inside felt like they had been rattled to the point of damaged. To what extent he didn't know. He just knew that he wasn't dead, nor unconscious. It hurt like hell, but he was just happy he hadn't became a splatter on the wall. He didn't even want to think about what had happened to his ears. 

However, despite how much he wanted to just pass out, Liam knew that the match was still going. He moved his tail just enough to allow him to peek out through it's coils, trying to spot Marcus through the dust. He didn't dare take down his make-shift shield. He just needed to be patient. After all, he would see from within it, and the tail had been wrapped around him to allow for his tentacles to attack. And as soon as the dusted cleared the four Kagune lashed out with neck-breaking speeds to try, and strike Marcus. Hopefully knocking him out if they made contact. 



  

[Marcus Finch]

Squinting through the haze, Marcus's breaths came in rapid gasps. His ears rang with the force of the explosion and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest superimposed itself over the ringing as if to remind him that he was still alive. Through the bloated cloud of dust the punk could barely discern the outline of his opponent. Marcus’s brain scrambled to make sense of the indistinct mass on the other end of the courtyard. The outlines of Liam’s four tentacles were relatively easy to identify as the prefect pulled them from the ground, but the shadowy lump in the centre of it all left the punk confused. It looked distorted, alien, and it was impossible for Marcus to make out the details in the haze. Whatever it was, it certainly didn’t look like his dweebish opponent.

Marcus crouched with his knees bent, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he prepared himself to move at the first sign of danger. His thumb stroked smooth circles over the brick’s rough surface as the pressure built below it. On the other end of the courtyard The Thing was not only alive but still functional. There was only one thing for Marcus to do: he launched the brick at the lump just as the tentacles converged. Marcus’s body lurched to the right as the dry rattle of the brick exploding against something echoed back to him. The punk didn’t have time to wonder whether the brick met its mark or not as the Kagune assaulted him. Finding himself on the defensive once again, Marcus made a quick pivot, kicking off the ground hard with his left foot. There was another loud bang and a split second later the punk skidded to a halt on the opposite end of the courtyard, the rubber soles of his shoes literally smoking from the friction.

Panting, Marcus found himself uncomfortably close to his opponent. Up close he could see that Liam had wrapped himself in what must have been his fifth tentacle. He looked like some kind of squid-inspired burrito. Bloody effin’ brilliant, Marcus thought bitterly, how the hell am I supposed to get through that? The punk was standing in a position just a few feet behind and to the left of Liam’s armpit, close enough that he could reach out and touch the meat cocoon if he moved even half a step closer. None too thrilled about the position, Marcus huffed a breath and re-focused. From this position he was banking on the fact that Liam’s view was obstructed by his own shield and that turning the massive thing would be as difficult as it was impractical. There was nothing stopping his opponent from lashing out blindly with the other 4 meat whips and Marcus was gambling on the fact that Liam wasn’t willing to abandon the safety of his shield just yet.

With his sonic-speed on cooldown the punk would be relying on his own reflexes for the next 30 seconds. If the Kagune came for him there would be very little he could do to avoid it. He at least seemed to be in Liam’s blind spot for the moment, and it was a moment he couldn’t afford to waste. Just do what you know, he reminded himself and he was struck by another flash of inspiration. The amateur musician did the one thing he knew best: he dropped the bass.

The air around the cocoon seemed to suddenly pulse with energy. Marcus knew that it was only a matter of time before Liam would be on him again, but for now he could at least hope to rattle the kid’s brains around a little. Stomping and shouting (unable to clap with his unresponsive arm), Marcus dropped the beat on his opponent and let it slam into the meat shield in waves. He wasn’t sure what kind of shape Liam’s ears were in, but even if he couldn’t hear the cacophony he would definitely feel it. The punk blasted the prefect with sonic energy, the sound waves crashing into the shield over and over with enough force to bowl a grown man over. Even if it didn’t score a knock-out, it should have been enough to disorient Liam and give Marcus a moment to get his shit together.

[Liam Dalton]

I forfeit. Sunny wins.