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We may not be as strong as you, or even anywhere near it, but that doesn't make us weak.

((I should make an OOC note. Hold on a moment.))

You're weak in body, and mind.

The entire lot of you.

Actually, there's only one of me.

OOC: Nevermind, Can't resist. Higher power, so she can flash out if need be.

You're probably so ineffective, that the world wouldn't care if there were none of you.

It's not about whether or not the world would care. It's about doing the right thing.

Saving a few lifes, taking out a few demons along the way.

What's your damage?

My damage? My damage?

You call yourselves 'heroes'...

And you can't even save yourselves!

He makes a break for her, his right (flesh) leg winding back for a kick of decidedly human strength.

Glaring, she levitates up into the air.

I really don't enjoy using these powers, and I don't appreciate you making me.
Now, what problem do you have with us heroes?

Heroes. Hah! What right do you have to call yourself a hero?

Because you believe you've saved people?

He presses his attack further when he takes to the air, with a left hook, right hook, and right roundhouse kick. These attacks are much stronger, an faster.

You called me a hero, first, genius! And I *know* I've saved people!

She dodges the first two, but the kick catches her in the side, and she hits the ground, rolling, the air momentarily knocked out of her. She stood again a second later, still glaring at him.

"No matter. I'll show you just how weak you really are."

The energy rings on his hand pulsed before he lased the ground ahead of her, and arced the path of the energy beam up to her.

Sure, he could have simply aimed for her to begin with. But he wasn't fighting to win; he was fighting to have fun...and maybe cause a little collateral damage. The beam itself was of mild intensity, and at it's current strength would not destroy her. Though it would be most unpleasant.

"Sounds to me like you're just a little boy talking about things you don't understand!"

She conjured a small energy field that reflected about half of the ray back at him, the rest of it hitting her. She staggered, and, getting angry, sent a stream of psionic energy at him, capable of bruising a human, but probably wouldn't do much to him.

"The problem, child, is that I understand all too well..."

He almost laughed. Not at her attacks, but at her words. The energy she reflected at him he was able to reabsorb, and the psionic attack hardly registered.

"Impressive. But you're no match."

As the energy from his rings ceased, his eyes fired a powerful heat ray that he swept in an arc across her.

She blinked out of sight, appearing again out of range, "Seems to me like you'd be nothing without those rings."

After he regains his bearings on her, he says, "That's a neat trick. Must have been killing you to hold back."

In a movement so fast that he himself would struggle to see it coming, he closes upon her with a mighty left hook. Still not his full strength; still not enough to kill her. All in all, this hasn't been as much fun as he'd hoped.

Beating up on a weaker opponent was one thing, but beating up a woman was low...even for him.

"You really suck at answering questions, anyone ever tell you that?" She took the punch with only a slight sound, years of the visions having increased her threshold for pain, and returned the shot, using the same energy as before to pull small pieces of furniture, hitting him with them

((Excuse my godmod, please. Feel free to correct.))

"What...you want me to tell you I have a weakness? You think these rings are the source of my power? They're nothing. They're nothing; You're nothing."

As she punched him, and then bombarded him with small pieces of furniture, he grasped how truly far out of her league he really was in this physical fight. He really couldn't bare to carry it on any longer, and with his cybernetic arm threw a bone crushing punch at wicked speed.

It connected, and her body went limp. He grabbed her by the back of the shirt before she plummetted. He dropped her once they were a little closer to the ground, performed a minor procedure with his right arm to repair some of the more serious skeletal damage, and flew away.

He looked at the damage that he had caused with his careless aim.

"Well, at least I can't say friday night was boring." Cordelia groaned.

((OOC: Don't worry about it. :) This was fun.

((You're a great sport, and I owe you. It's not everybody that can take the sight of their character in a pitched battle.))

((Not at all. I came in here knowing she'd lose. It was just fun to write. :D))

What 'hunters' are you referring to?

Hunters of the unnatural.

What does it concern you?

Ah! The demon and vampire hunters, you mean, or others? I'm not sure what you mean by 'unnatural'. Why do you think they're weak?

You sparked my curiosity.

Well I certainly don't mean animal hunters. They call themselves heroes; they don't know what it IS to save someone.

I didn't think you meant animal hunters, but there are many people who hunt, as there are many kinds of prey. What is it to you to save someone?

Why...to save someone is to separate them from this wretched existance called...Life.

Some people like this existence and like living. Why do you think life is wretched?

It's getting a little long in the tooth, for starters.

Life is misery.

For you? Why?

For me...and for everyone.

All life ends in loss and pain and misery...

Except for mine. My torture never ends.

How can you speak for everyone? Do you know what everyone else feels on life?

Why do you believe this? What makes you think life ends this way?

Why does your torture not end?

It's only natural. Those who can die, do. And they leave behind the grieving, with holes in their hearts that can never be filled. Love is just a cruel trick...

...that always ends in suffering. Except for mine. My pain does not end, because nothing can kill me. Nothing ever has...and it's probable, nothing ever will.

*peers over rather coldly, but doesn't comment*

Well....what do we have here?

You can't be serious, pretty-boy.

BAAAAAAAAAW!

This place is rife.

People should find a gender and stick to it.

Do you have anything interesting to say, or are you just gonna be useless for a little while more?

((this is where the flagrant godmodding starts))

"And I take it you're just overflowing with constructive activity."

Henshaw doesn't say anything further. He just twirls in a frontflip, his right foot coming down on the...man's head.

*moves, easily. Superspeed, hooray.*

Yaaaaaaaawn.

"Oh, you're quick. I hope you're as strong as you are fast,"

His own superspeed comes into play when he shoots forward for a left hook.

"Because I am."