"You who attacked my brother and me unprovoked... You did this to yourself and now you're going to pay for it. Don't you ever show your face in front of us again."
They were up in the sky a sudden time, a brilliant ball of orange psychic energy that Tome probably would have believed was of extraterrestrial origin surrounding them. The scarred man attempted to hit Mob with the same attack as before, but it bounced helplessly against his shield.
Mob hated flying with his psychic power, but the nausea didn't even register as he sped towards the ground, the man's face still clenched in his hand. They piledrove through a skyscraper with frightening ease as the building windows shattered, sending a rain of glass below.
Mob let go of the man's face and stood; he laid helplessly in a crater, his eyes open but rolled back in his head. Mob walked out of a hole in the side of the building just to hear the scattered murmurs of the gang members who his brother had terrorized only a few short minutes before.
But then, the scarred man appeared again, seemingly out of nowhere and swung an arm to clothesline him with a psychic strike. Mob was pushed backwards by the force of the swing, but still managed to maintain his footing.
His Gakuran, however, wasn't so lucky. What remained of it was tattered beyond recognition. The white t-shirt he wore beneath it was on full display.
"You should grab your ear and leave while you still can. If you try attacking me again, you won't be so lucky."
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Date: 2024-01-08 01:01 am (UTC)They were up in the sky a sudden time, a brilliant ball of orange psychic energy that Tome probably would have believed was of extraterrestrial origin surrounding them. The scarred man attempted to hit Mob with the same attack as before, but it bounced helplessly against his shield.
Mob hated flying with his psychic power, but the nausea didn't even register as he sped towards the ground, the man's face still clenched in his hand. They piledrove through a skyscraper with frightening ease as the building windows shattered, sending a rain of glass below.
Mob let go of the man's face and stood; he laid helplessly in a crater, his eyes open but rolled back in his head. Mob walked out of a hole in the side of the building just to hear the scattered murmurs of the gang members who his brother had terrorized only a few short minutes before.
But then, the scarred man appeared again, seemingly out of nowhere and swung an arm to clothesline him with a psychic strike. Mob was pushed backwards by the force of the swing, but still managed to maintain his footing.
His Gakuran, however, wasn't so lucky. What remained of it was tattered beyond recognition. The white t-shirt he wore beneath it was on full display.
"You should grab your ear and leave while you still can. If you try attacking me again, you won't be so lucky."