Thread: Not So Super Now (Yenpointfive and Frogger)

Connor wasn't surprised by his wife's indifference to the boy, it was just one more unlucky turn for the hero. It could have been worse, mind you. It wasn't like he was some sort of psychotic killer or anything, the boy would probably live through this, even if he spent a couple of years learning how to walk again. You heard the lady. Let's not keep the reaper waiting. He rumbled as he advanced on the younger man, ready to pummel him with every ounce of his enhanced strength. In actuality, this was a mistake, one that he realized as soon as he brought one fist straight down on the boy and felt something snap. Ricochet, on the other hand, was doing just fine for having been hit by a fist the size of his head made of some futuristic alloy. As Connor retracted his hand, seeing where the glove was bent Alex laughed triumphantly. The harder you hit me, the sooner you break. He growled and lunged at the titan, delivering a punishing flurry of blows that actually staggered the doctor for a moment. The suit, naturally, had an answer to such a problem, in this case, a sonic weapon fired from the chest plate. It'd liquify organs if he kept it on long enough but the short blast simply nauseated the boy and threw off his balance. In the case of someone who's standard attack involves hurling himself like a wrecking ball, this quickly translated into him punching a hole in the wall near Dr. Prometheus rather than impacting the suit like he was supposed to. As the boy pulled himself from the wrecked wall Connor listened to his wife's proposal. She could tell he was grinning behind the mask, and eying Mistress Mind while he was. It took practice to figure out what was going on in the mind of a man who's only visible features were an expressionless metal mask wreathed in flames. After a moment or so he spoke up. I've just booked us reservations at that new french place. I'll let you pick the movie. Do try to keep her in one piece... And avoid damaging her face. I'll do the same with the boy. He told her, the mechanical voice of his having gained an edge that she could already tell was excitement. There was nothing quite like ruining innocence and these two were certainly innocent. Alex was actually making progress. He was easily the quicker of the two and if it hadn't been for that sonic weapon Connor would have probably been forced to torch the boy to win. Every now and then he'd score a blow that would actually damage the armor and Dr. Prometheus was noticeably more sluggish by the end of the fight. In the end, the disruptor mixed with general exhaustion was enough to put the villain in the lead. The suit didn't get tired, Alex did. By the time that Viola had contacted Alex they should have already been running. Not that this was normally a problem when they had to retreat. Alex could make any one of these walls an exit, and if it had just been him he would have hurled himself to safety with all the force he could still muster. But he couldn't leave her, and when he went to collect his sister for their escape his path was blocked by Connor. You seemed to have missed the memo. That's my toy you're trying to steal. He rumbled at the young man. The doctor gave the boy another burst from the disruptor to stagger him and then grabbed him about the throat. He'd figured this out by now. If he tried to snap the boy's neck he'd only break his own hand when the force turned back on him, but give him a gentle squeeze and... there we go, the kicking and squirming had started. He was damaging the suit sure enough but not quickly enough to avoid running out of air. When the boy went limp Connor eased up, tossing the lad over his shoulder as he turned to Black Rose, waiting for his wife to collect Mistress Mind so that they could be on their way.