He had a murderous look in his eyes as he scanned the peak for life. His white shirt was stained with blood and the mask he was wearing had holes in it. The bronze and golden boots were completely stainless though as if nothing could penetrate that perfect shine. But, the most menacing part of his features was his smile. It was not just an ordinary happy smile; no this was an insane smile. A smile that filled dreams with nightmares and hopes with horrors. He spotted a clawed hand grasp on to the side of the peak and pull itself and the wearer of the hand up along with an old man wearing a sombrero and a girl with blue hair on the ground.
"Victims," he thought.
The boy with the clawed hands looked up and gasped, and so did the old man and the girl right behind him. Standing before them was White Pantera (or the new and improved White Pantera as he liked to call himself). He had not on an insane smile now but a plotting look that was deciding how to deal with them (slowly and carefully was his favorite).
"Dad," the boy said, "dad you recognize me right, it's me Manny your son." The boy called Manny was almost on the verge of tears. He was beaten up pretty bad. Out of two only one of the ears on his head remained, there was a large rip through his mask, and plus he had cuts and bruises all over his costume.
"Son, please listen were only trying to help you," the old man said.
White Pantera paused for a second," help, why do I need help, very soon you're the ones that are going to need help." He started chuckling darkly like the thought of them begging for mercy and help would be funny.
Suddenly, a fist collided with his chin sending him crashing into a pile of boulders.
White Pantera sat up in a flash, a crazed look on his face that meant someone was going to die.
"Dude I think you only just really pissed him off," whispered the girl with the blue hair.
"Dad this isn't you, you're stronger than this I know you are," Manny was standing in front of a seriously pissed of White Pantera now. He had on a pleading look, one that was trying to show reason. But, no reason could reach his father now; he was to far deep into his own madness.
White Pantera got to his feet and dusted himself off. There wasn't even a scratch on him (unless you count the blood stains, but they were not his own).
"Go on ahead wear yourself out, hit me as many times you want though it will ruin the fun of finishing you off," he eyed the old man and the blue haired girl, "and your pathetic little group."
Manny glared at his father," You want a fight then bring it on, if… your to cowardly to accept my challenge."
A light chuckle was heard coming from White Pantera, but then it steadily grew into insane, evil laughter that filled their ears. The old man, or better known as Puma Loco would have been proud of his son for achieving this great of evilness, but right now he was frightened on how much insanity was in that laughter.
"If it's a fight you want it's a fight you got," with that White Pantera rushed towered Manny with his super speed.
"Manny," both the girl and Puma Loco shouted, but they were too late. The battle had already begun.