He shifted into a more defensive stance, that stick could be very dangerous even without her powers. Syx was well used to uneven fights. Prison yard battles and getting beyond bloody. Fighting dirty and doing anything to win.
Gritting his teeth be dropped the vast majority of his super villain act. She was too dangerous for games. His eyes tracked her, ready to react the moment he sensed an attack. He’d let her get close, close enough to gut punch her with his gun if needed. So she couldn’t dodge. So she’d lose the advantage of her staff.
“You’re a dangerous thing Explosive Existence,” his green eyes narrowed, “But we’re all monsters here,” his voice low in threat.
The bomber split grin stretched further, reaching her ears as inching closer to the cornered blue man. Having way fun intruding his space and mood.
“Humm, I’ll have your kind to thank for that, so stand for the existance you create.” She purr lifting a taunting thick brown and wink mysterius without explination, settingt the end of her long bomb stick to the bricked ground between them. At least she wasnt grabby, yet, creating a thin barrier between them with the staff.
“Sure, but every monster crumble under the right method. Like wolf in front of a sheep.” Cackle, the poor thing had recognized het awesomeness!
Megamind let out a breath. Prison yard rules then. Street rules. No game. Not until she understood who he was. The trick was to hit them hard and fast with no warning. To never stop hitting them and to never hesitate.
Arm snapping up, Megamind fired the stun gun at her. It would be enough to knock anyone human to the ground easily. He wouldn’t count on it working on her though.
Dodging where he assumed the staff would come up, he lunged at her, closing the distance. If he made contact with her he’d ride her to the ground punching. He’d show her who was the wolf.
Megamind preferred guns, it was better to keep his distance. Safer. However, he’d mastered dirty fighting in the prison yard. Hand to hand combat with whatever you could get your hands on. Chains, shivs, rusty nails, it didn’t matter. The spikes on his gloves were for more than decoration. Defensive and offensive. The suit layered with fabrics to absorb blows and resist cutting.
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