Even through all of his rage, Mob wanted to give him a chance to run. But Teru was right. He shouldn't have given him a chance.

"Watch out! He's got a knife!"

The man lunged out towards him and Mob responded in turn, a brilliant kaleidoscope of colors forming a domed barrier around him.

"If you're not going to give it up, I'm going to end it. The next move will be the last."

The knife struck the barrier, but didn't come close to penetrating it. Waves of psychic energy rippled over Mob's barrier as the teenager stood impassively as the other man began to scream.

"My knife's not even going to scratch it!"

But then the scarred man grinned wickedly and pulled something from his pocket. He raised it, sending a spray of something directly in Mob's face.

Mob collapsed, just as another form descended behind him.

"Koyama," the man in the black suit said cooly. "I thought you said you could handle this." Koyama spun around, the rage registering on his face. "You appear to have lost an ear."

"I am handling it!" Koyama snarled.