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[spoiler=Demo]Hmm, who will they have me fight today? Number 21 wonders, as his creators lead him to the arena. One of the scientists says something, “Oh you will have fun today 21, you are fighting our giant, number 18”. He stops talking, leaving 21, I'm not just test subject 21 anymore. I am Nhaleet now, today I escape. Unfortunately, I have to first get through 18. I’ve never seen him before, but there have been rumors with the scientists… Nhaleet is forced to stop his train of thought at that as the scientists move him through a doorway, into the elevator that will take him up to the arena.
He tries to start a conversation with one of the scientists while in the elevator, “Hey, Frank, I thought you were off this weekend”. The scientist, Frank, looking somewhat sad, responds with “Yeah, I thought so too, but since you are fighting 18, security was doubled. We can’t have him rampaging through our people like he did last time”. Great, so he’s cause to double security. That means I won’t be able to escape as easily after beating him. I’ve been planning this for too long to have him ruin it, the chance only comes once a month. Frank’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts “Good luck in your fight, and don’t get broken in half”. Nhaleet takes a moment to respond, trying to come up with a witty response. “That wouldn’t exactly be on the top of my agenda, being broken in half, sounds rather painful”. Not exactly a smart response, was it? This elicits a laugh from the scientist as he leaves. Frank, the only one I can call friend after all this time, I will make sure not to kill him during my escape.
Nhaleet comes up to the arena, which is mostly a circle in the ground specifically for fighting. It was nothing special, it had no trees, nothing. Just walls, closing them in a cylindrical area. Nhaleet felt cramped, the same as always, he decided it felt like being in a soda can. His eye immediately comes to his opponent, Test Subject Number 18. A giant of a man, he was created for brute strength, and Nhaleet knew this meant he couldn't let the big man touch him. The man was easily 8 feet tall, wearing a simple outfit, black sweatpants with a white, sleeveless shirt. He was grotesquely muscular, it was simply disgusting how big his muscles were. The man looked like a fat caterpillar. Nhaleet had to stifle a laugh, but then got serious.As long as I trust my premonitions, and fight with speed, I should be ok, this big man cannot match my intelligence, so I have to fight smart.
The buzzer to start the fight went off somewhere overhead, and Nhaleet was immediately in action, but so was 18. Nhaleet dodged under and to the left of one of the giant’s looping left hooks, then right and jumped over the following jab. While in the air, Nhaleet managed to land 3 hits on the giant’s face with a slight slapping sound, none of which seemed to do any damage. My hits will do nothing to him, I should tire him out. Nhaleet dodged this way and that, but he was getting tired even faster than the giant was. I can’t keep this up forever, I will have to attack him, I just have to do it at the right time.
Nhaleet uses his ability to analyze the giant. He continuously uses punches, not kicks, he is sticking around the hooks and jabs, but… Nhaleet had a flash of premonition. There is an 84.27 percent chance that he will use his right hook followed by a left jab, and a 93.17 percent chance that he will use an uppercut after that.
Nhaleet knew what he had to do. He just had to time it right... He jumped over a left hook, dodged underneath a mighty jab, and stepped back. When the uppercut comes for me, I will have to get around... there! Nhaleet stepped forward, into the uppercut. He stayed just out of range, but looped his arm in the niche of the giant’s elbow, and used his hand to push downwards onto his giant clenched fist. He flew into the air, and knew that by pushing the bigger mans clenched fist, that he had created the illusion that the giant had hit the little man, and probably killed him. Now all I have to do is kick him on my way down, with all of this momentum built up, it should knock him out cold, I can use the movement in his body and in mine to absorb the shock of the landing. Nhaleet turned, and pointed his heel downwards, towards the giants head. Come on, look up, see your opponent as he falls to the floor!
The giant looked up to see where his opponent had gone, and heel met skull as he did so. No! He is falling over instead of bending his joints, if I jump I sprain my ankle, if I don’t, I break my leg. With that thought, Nhaleet jumped. On the way down he tried to brace himself, but to no avail, he landed on his ankle and sprained it with a yelp. The scientists came in and wrapped it up, but Nhaleet would have to pass on the escape plan, for this month… it meant he would have to wait. Eugh, why did he have to fall like he did? He screwed up all the plans I have been working for years on! For now, anyway. There is no telling when my next chance might come up, especially if they keep using people like that to fight me. The scientists took him to a small doctor's office. I hope it's not serious, that could be disastrous. If I become useless to these people... no, I don't even want to think about that. Errgh, The adrenaline from the fight is subsiding, and this hurts like hell. He looked down, and saw his ankle for the first time. It was swollen, much like a marshmallow. Nhaleet groaned again.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad, if you stay off of it for two to three weeks it should be alright." The doctor's voice destroyed Nhaleet's thoughts. "Oh, so it's not too serious?" he asks of the doctor. The doctor looks at some paperwork and responds, "Not really, it will hurt but I can give you something to help with that-" Nhaleet jumps at the thought. "No! I don't want medications for it." Nhaleet spits at the doctor. Taking it in stride, the doctor asks him "What, are you religious now? I thought they didn't allow that in their test subjects." Nhaleet responds with confusion. "What? No, I'm not religious, never really gave any thought to it. Even if I wanted to be, where would I learn about it? The reason I don't want the medication is that pain medications can affect your judgement, and I don't want that." The doctor smiled. "Why wouldn't you? You won't be doing much but laying down for the next while anyway..." The doctor fills a syringe with a clear liquid, and Nhaleet was overcome with a feeling of dread, like someone had shoved a sword so far down his throat it was in his stomach.
Something is wrong, they usually aren't so adamant. They usually know I don't take medications like that anyway "Who are you?" Nhaleet asks the doctor. "Who am I? Let's just say that I know everything about you, Nhaleet." The doctor responds, and Nhaleet noticed he called him by his self given name, instead of his number. How would he know that? "Oh, you think you must be so secretive, hiding all your books, and talking to others like you were still the same old 21."
Nhaleet thinks for a moment, and asks "Who are you, then? I believe I have the right to know the name of my accuser." The doctor laughs, and says "Why? So you can hunt me down and kill me after you 'escape'? Heh, that's rich. Let's just say I'm the boss around here." The doctor laughed at Nhaleet's confusion.
Nhaleet recovered quickly, asking "The boss? So, if I made you tell me, you would know how to escape here?" Nhaleet snapped and rushed into action, knowing he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He tried to hit the mysterious "boss" man in the throat, but he was gone. Where did he go?. "You really think, that I would own all of this testing facility, and not use the successful experiments on myself?" Another laugh. Great, he uses all of the ones that work. Wait, that means.... he may have my power too! I'll have to be careful, but it's too late now to turn back "Before I kill you, Nhaleet, I want you to know my name, it's-" Nhaleet used the distraction to launch an offensive.
His attack lands right on the boss, and a right jab hit the bigger man in the jaw. "So you don't want to know my name, huh? Fine, you don't have to." the boss tells him matter-of-factly. Nhaleet responds with "I'll grab it off your wallet after I kill you!" and feints an attack to the left. The large man falls for it, but Nhaleet doesn't go for the opening, instead he skirts back. So that's that, he doesn't have my power, he wouldn't have fallen for the feint. Knowing this, Nhaleet feels much better. He still has his teleporting, but based on the way he took my hit, he doesn't have super strength. I can understand that, considering how much it ballooned 18's muscles, made him look ugly. It was probably a little detrimental to health as well.
Nhaleet realized something at that point, if teleporting was the main power, Nhaleet could use his own to figure out where the boss would teleport before he knew himself. If I can use his teleportation to my advantage, I need to use my power and make a fake offensive All of these thoughts raced through Nhaleet's mind, furrowing his brows, within a few heart beats. The boss still saw it and attacked first. Perfect, I can counter if he opens himself. Nhaleet favored his right leg, since his left was injured. The boss must have known this, since he circled around to the right, so if Nhaleet tried to dance backwards he would have to put weight on his left leg.
The boss was coming around again, but while he was position himself, Nhaleet analyzed him the same way he did number 18. He's going to, oh no. There is a 50.25% chance of him throwing out a left hook, a .05% chance of him hitting me with an uppercut, a 48.7% chance of him using a quick right jab, and a 1% chance of him a different attack. Which do I block? Nhaleet decided to block the most likely, the left hook. He dodged downwards and left, pretty much falling over when he put weight on his left leg. The larger man hit him with a right jab, sending Nhaleet the rest of the way to the ground. "Do you give up yet, 21?" the doctor taunted him. He used the number again, instead of the name, telling Nhaleet that his escape had already failed.. "No, but you should. You got a lucky hit, it won't happen again." Nhaleet taunted him right back, but he was starting to get irritated. It was hard to focus, past the pain and the frustration. He couldn't trust his power now, unless he had a little while to use it. I have a little while to use my power now, I just need to keep him distracted.
"So, why are you fighting me anyway, Mr. Boss man?" Nhaleet asks him. The doctor laughs, and starts pacing. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to test your power, if I think its useful I will take it for myself." The man let loose a more deranged laugh. All the while Nhaleet was analyzing and judging him. Nhaleet had him figured out, now. Nhaleet feinted to the left, and the boss didn't fall for it. That was too bad for him, considering Nhale