As Mark exploded through the inner door to the staircase, an RPG smmed into him with the force of a thundercp, hurling him backward. His supersuit shredded in pces, fabric screaming as it tore apart. Instinctively, he raised his arms to shield himself. In that split second, the aura that perpetually envelops him through Body Kinesis transformed into an invisible shield, hardening like steel to absorb the brunt of the impact. The bst's fury was dimmed, but the raw power still rocked him to his core.
“I got it now.”
As he burst back into the stairwell, a barrage of RPGs screamed towards him. With lightning speed, he darted behind the women in the hallway, swiftly taking out the four RPG-wielding assaints with ruthless efficiency. Emerging from the staircase to the top floor, his suit seamlessly regenerated around him. Before him stood over a dozen supers, each brimming with unique powers and poised for combat. He locked eyes with them, the air crackling with tension, and a fierce grin spread across his face, daring them to make the first move.
“I will give you only one chance to surrender. I won’t hold back, and I can't guarantee that you will survive this.” Another Super walked forward this was clearly as muscur woman that was built like a body builder with an Exosuit.
“Its 14v1. Are you-”
Mark unched himself forward with such intensity that his psionic energy fred, encasing his fist in a shimmering aura. With one powerful punch, he struck the muscur Super, releasing a deafening burst of energy. The impact was so immense that it propelled her through the wall of the apartment building. She fell 24 stories in a swift descent, as Mark redirected his intense stare toward the other Supers, radiating an aura of sheer strength and unwavering resolve.
“It's now 13v1.I have taken out the Exosuits on the roof, the RPG gunners and now I just took out what I imagined was one of your strongest members in a single punch. I will say this once. I do not have a Superhuman body. I have a Peak Superhuman Body. I am about as strong as they come, and I just reached 81% proficiency with it as well. I have 6 other powers. I am a Rank 7 Super. Don’t fuck with me.” As soon as he said Rank 7 several of the supers dropped their weapons and ran away. That’s when he finally saw that Griselda was there in her full Exosuit with her batons.
“You are brave at least. I need to speak with your leader. Fetch them for me.” Griselda remained silent as she charged at him, her batons crackling with an intense, electric energy that seemed to pulse and dance in vibrant, jagged arcs. The air around the batons shimmered with a bluish glow, casting flickering shadows across her determined face as she moved with swift, precise strides.
“That’s smart. Try and tase me so I can have my muscle lock and counter me.”
Griselda charged at him with relentless fury, her every movement a calcuted swipe meant to take him down. The crackling batons whirled through the air like twin vipers; each swing an arc of impending destruction. Mark stayed in constant motion, his instincts and training kicking in as he bobbed and weaved with an almost effortless grace. With each dodge, he let his body kinesis slow her attacks, moving at the st possible second to maximize the impact of his evasion. It was a delicate dance of survival and dominance, as he seemed to be just a breath ahead of her every strike. The more she pressed, the more she became a blur of misdirected aggression. Mark allowed himself a grin, feeling the surge of adrenaline and psionic energy flood through him.
He was a fighter in his element, and he knew that all he needed was for her to slip up, to make that one crucial mistake. As he continued to evade, her frustration mounted. She was powerful, sure and wild, but he could sense the brewing recklessness, the overconfidence that comes from swinging too hard. Each miss sapped her energy, and each near hit only served to fuel his confidence. He aimed to bait her into a single, desperate lunge. This wasn't just a test of strength; it was a battle of endurance and nerve, of timing and precision. He moved like a ghost, like a shadow slipping through her fingers, and it was only a matter of time before her persistence would become her downfall.
Finally, the moment he was waiting for. She overextended herself, leaning too far into a wide swing, and Mark exploited the opening with ruthless precision.
As she took a wide swipe, he caught her wrist and used his other fist cloaked in psionic energy to punch through her armor and forcefully rip her out of her exosuit as he disarmed her. He held her by the throat choking her as he lifted her in the air. “Where is your leader? I am gonna find her anyway I know you all live on this floor.” She looked down at him and spit in his face. “Fuck you bitch. I ain’t telling you shit.” He continued to choke her out until she passed out in his grip as the remaining super decided it was time to leave. One of the women looked at him and pointed to Room 2409. He nodded at the woman as he dragged Griselda by the hair to the room door before he burst through the wall next to the door as he pushed the person guarding the door down before disarming them as he finally took a second to get his bearings.
This was clearly a penthouse with a massive floor pn and dozens marble columns, fine 90s style furniture and at a rge table was four other female supers dressed in battle gear. He also saw Jenny as well. But the three others he never saw before.
At the end of the expansive gss table sat an athletic woman whose sun-kissed skin glowed with a healthy tan, contrasting strikingly with her jet-bck hair, which was marked by a single, distinguished grey streak that added an air of wisdom to her appearance. She was cd in a sleek Supersuit that enveloped her form up to her neck. The suit was predominantly a sleek grey, punctuated with bold bck accents that highlighted its contours and emphasized her powerful presence.
Opposite her sat a striking bck woman with a rich, deep bronze complexion that glowed warmly in the light. Her hair was styled in distinctive blonde afro puffs, one on each side of her head, adding a vibrant contrast to her skin tone. She looked at him intently, her gaze steady and curious, as if trying to decipher his thoughts.He also saw that the other was some kind of Super with a skin mutation as she was straight up light green with fiery red hair and was also in an exosuit.
As he fully entered the room and dropped Griselda in front of him and stared down the women in front of him.
