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2006
Eastern Kazakhstan
Altai Mountains
March 5th 11:27 UTC
"Ugh-"
I was sent flying into the floor. The ground riddled with stains of blood from fresh ones to ones that look like it's been there for decades. Mine joining them with red trailing down my mouth spilling onto the concrete.
Damn that hurts.
I look up to see multiple individuals holding various melee weapons and full combat gear looking down at me with unemotional blank faces. Well considering the faces were black masks that gave no hint at their identities, but still very emotionless.
I get up and take my stance, from their perspective it may look like I'm limping and swaying but I'm trying to throw them off by seeming hurt and dazed from the last hit I took from the front one, or was It the right one? I can't remember they all look the same anyways.
The first out of the five rushes me with a pair batons and swings one of them diagonally going straight for my head. I move slightly to the left and grab his forearm and punch his elbows with enough force to take it out entirely. The other baton he was holding hits me in the ribs with a slight crack. With a grunt I grab his suit and throw him over my shoulder into the ground. I take grab the stick from his hands and with the butt end I hit him in the forehead knocking him out.
A foot kicks me in the back and sends me tumbling into the ground. I see the other four surrounding me, weapons at the ready. I get up with a grunt put a hand over my side where the now unconscious assailant hit me.
"I'm gonna feel that one in the morning. The movies make this look way less painful." I whisper to myself.
Unlike the movies they do the actual smart thing and assault me at the same time. Unfortunately for them they all have different speeds which makes them easier to pick off one by one.
I rush the closest one with the wooden staff and try to hit him in the side with a right hook but he blocks me with his staff. I back up but he swings at my head with his staff, I managed to block it with my arms but the moment his staff hit my arms, he goes for my legs with the other end. That one I did not manage to block. With pain rushing through my body I raise my arms and punch create a blast of air that hit the man in chest that launches him back into a wall.
I sense something going for my head as I barely manage to dodge by crouching, a wooden sword goes flying horizontally over me as I do a 360 degree turn to punch her in the stomach. She bends over in pain as I try to get away from my position under her but I suddenly feel the butt end of her sword hitting the top of my head. More hits register as the other combatants assault me with their weapons. Each strike hurts more than the last. I try to use my arms to shield myself from a wooden staff but a different weapon hits my back that sends me face first into the ground.
"Alright. Enough of this." Words which could any be heard by me as one of the trainers prepare for a final hit that would surely knock me unconscious. Getting up on all fours I take a deep breath while looking at the ground. I blow into the floor hits the concrete floor taking up dust into the air. I push myself to the side as a wooden spear hits the location where I was a split second ago. I quickly charge up an attack with my fists and shoot a blast of compressed air at the fighter with the spear sending him into one of the other assailant.
Three down, two to go.
I jump back and dodge a swipe from a sword. The last two run at me from opposite sides. Before they can land a hit on me, I position my arms aiming at them with palms open. A blast of air come out from both of my palms and hit them in the chest sending them flying into air and eventually falling onto the ground.
"Holy shit." I say to myself. My breath is out. My body wanting to just give up, a concussion, two broken ribs, bleeding from my head and the amount of bruises from the wooden training weapons, countless.
I get up and walk towards to door while wondering where the medical staff were. Probably just them running a bit late. Suddenly the wall behind me opens up.
Heavy footsteps can be heard echoing through the chamber. I slowly turn my head towards the noise.
You're shitting me.
The largest person I have ever seen is walking through the door. Standing over 7'5 with veins bulging out of his... well everything. The tubes running over his body, mainly the shoulders give him a Bane-y vibe. But I know for a fact that Bane can't be here. Last time I checked the news he was in Arkham.
Wait, was my grandfather buying veno-
Looks like grandfather sent me an early birthday present.
The extremely large man's fist buries itself into my gut. My breath being taken away in seconds. I was sent flying into the wall, not making a dent to it but certainly breaking a few of my bones. I fall down onto the ground unable to move until I get enough strength to get up on my knee to see him jumping at me with his hands together ready to turn my insides into outsides. With a pain coursing through my body I was able to roll to the other side just in time to dodge his hit that smashes the ground next to me. My left ear starts ringing because of the impact.
I catch a glimps of him puling his hand out of the ground and turning his head slightly to me. He raises his legs preparing to turn me into mashed potato but with the little strength I have, I raise my hand towards him and shoot out a blast of air that sends him flying back and onto the floor.
Using the wall as leverage I barely stand up. A grunt makes me look at the bruiser that's laying across the room, he was getting up. Before he can even lift himself I shoot a continuous blast of air pushing him down. The pressure from the air is still not enough to stop him. He slowly lifts himself up, his increased strength overpowering my blasts of air. After only a couple of seconds he gets up on his feet while the blast from my hands keeps hitting him. He slowly starts walking towards me, then to a power walk, then to a full on sprint. At this point I've stopped my attack knowing it was useless. If I can't beat him with raw damage. I'll take out what allows him to live. It will be breathtaking. Heh. Ow.
His speed closes the distance between us in a blink of an eye. Before I knew It there was a fist coming going right for my head. Out of reflex I move my head backwards as his punch moves past my face in a millisecond. My arms aim at towards the ground to create a continuous blast of air that keeps me floating. Then just as his body went past mine I give more power to my hands to boost me up in the air.
While falling back down I aim myself towards the fighter. The landing was a little rough but I managed to land on his shoulder and back. I Immediately put on of my arm over his eyes to try to block out his vision and with the other hand I start manipulating the air around his face. It takes a few seconds but my bet pays off as I hear him start trying to inhale air.
No air means no breath. I just need to hang on for a couple minutes then I can make him unconscious.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep." I say for a couple seconds until a hand grabs my arm that was covering his eyes. I get launched off his shoulders onto the ground facing upwards. My vision starts fading and my body finally gives up, the adrenaline of battle disappearing.
"Get him to the infirmary." I hear an order being given out. Turning my head I see dozens of people running into the room with stretchers through an opening in the wall. Most of them are wearing the same black suits as my opponents almost 10 minutes ago. The only person I was paying attention to was a tall man with blue suit that had a red line going down the middle. Yet the only thing I could focus was his face. Three large scars running down his face. The man who gave out the order. Vandal Savage.
My grandfather.