(Hey, guys! Back with another chapter! This surprisingly is going very well! I might not make this a one-shot! But let's not get ahead of ourselves! Anyways, let's get right into it!)
The woman whipped around, throwing a punch at Prometheus. He caught her fist, kicking her in the side. The woman winced, kicking him in the face. He stumbled back, letting go of her fist as she grabbed his head, slamming her knee into it.
He stumbled back, getting into his defensive stance as he drew his knife, throwing it at her. She brought her gun up, the knife stabbing into it as she looked at her gun, scowling. "...Really? This gun costs more than you, and that was pathetic." She said in a French accent.
He shrugged. "Well, you tried to kill me, and I'd like to see you try to thro-" He was interrupted by a grappling hook hitting him across the face, causing him to stumble again. The woman took the opportunity to line up her shot, getting her gun kicked away and completely missing her shot.
She looked at her gun, kicking him in the jaw and running for her gun. He caught her foot, causing her to hit the ground with a thump. She looked up, seeing the barrel of her gun pointed at her. "Fun's... over..." Prometheus panted, slowly rising to his feet and keeping her gun trained on her.
She chuckled slightly, putting her hands above her head. "Alright, you win. Except you're forgetting one thing." Prometheus looked at her quizzically. "Oh, yeah? What exactly am I forget-" He was interrupted by a huge fist connecting with his side, sending him flying into a wall as he dropped her gun.
The woman picked her gun up, using it to help herself up as she held her side. "I had that covered, Akande. This is my target." The man with the fist shook his head. "And you failed to kill your target."
He charged his fist, sending it flying at Prometheus. Prometheus peeled himself off the wall, shaking the dizziness out of his head. "Ugh... anyone get the number on that airship...?" His eyes went wide, fumbling for a Teleportation Grenade and throwing it behind fist-man.
He teleported behind him, causing him to slam into the wall he was in. "Sloppy. But worth a shot, fisty." The fist-man whipped around, firing what appeared to be... energy? From his unprotected fist.
Prometheus dodged the shots, completely forgetting about the woman. "Alright, fisto, now you just bought yourself a-" He was interrupted by a gun smacking into the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. The last thing he heard was:
"You think he's useful?" What he judged was the fist-man's voice, based on the deep voice.
"I dunno... he managed to almost best me in combat. Almost." The woman said flatly.
The fist-man rubbed his chin, staring at him. "Hmm. We'll let Talon decide what to do with him..."
(Well, that was a thing! That just happened! Anyways, I'll see you guys in the next one!)