Fanning the flames(open)

Death, Destruction, Project Death, whichever you choose to call, stands atop a skyscraper in New York looking down apon the small people down below. Wearing his average clothing that hides his gastly and scary he features smriks and jumps across from one building to the other his black cloack wrapped around his body to cover the obvious scarings. His head hidden behind his hood to cover the blood shot eyes and skull like face that he hides only by request by his 'family' Project Perfection. He frowns watching his targer being chased away by some girl for a reason unknown to him, all that matters is she is about to attack his targer which does not suit well with the destroyer at all. He jumps down from the building into the ally way landing with his legs crunched abit to brake his fall a giant crater forming around him that stretches out at least ten feet sending a small shock wave out as well. Project Death then grabs the man by his shirt pulling him out of the way of the flaming blade and rolling his eyes. "You...do not attack what Project Perfection wants...or you deal with me." He says cracking his nuckles and standing up to his full height of six foot five, looking down at the smallish girl with firey red hair and the power of fire as well which ironicly fits though this matters not to him.

Death holds the man by his arm only using one hand, he lifts him above the ground and stops to listen to what Project Perfection is telling him through the tiny ear peace. 'Leave the original man and deal with this girl she is interesting and may prove useful for our next project.' They say into the peace and he just blinks his eyes dropping the man and cracking his nuckles throwing his cape and hood off to the side revealing his skull like head and bullging muscles showing that he is not someone you want to mess with. "Project has taken interest in you, now you will either come peacefuly with me or fight me then die, I sugest you pick the second one for it is much more fun for me." He looks down at her and smriks softly as he watches her get into a deffensive position with the ring of fire around her not worrying about it very much knowing that he will probably feel a very small sting like that from a mysquito but nothing more. Without saying anything at all or fiving any warning at all he throws a deadly punch, strong enough to break down the strongest of buildings in a single punch at her stomach with deadly accuracy and speed as welll having superhuman reflexes as well as strength. After that was finished he jumps up using all the strength in his legs coming down at where he believes she'll dodge for a drop kick to the head which should crack her skull if she has normal human durability and even fracture it with superhuman durability.

Death watches as his attacks miss, when he lands it sends a shock wave out through the ground. He grunts blinking as he feels the nick of the flames noticing that it hurts much more than a simple sting, more like a papper cut or something along those lines. "I take you as an enemy of Project Perfection, one I must bring down and take back to them for they have told me to do so." He mutters in his raspy out of use voice looking back at the girl as he sees the flame come at him easily dodging it then standing straight up and looking down at the girl watching the garbage can burst into flames knowing that if he can get a hit in on this fool of a lady she will be down and out. 'Not to hard Death, we want this one alive to find out what she can really do and if we can use her.' Project tells him through the ear peace as he only simply nods and picks his foot up and slams it back down sending a distrubance through the ground making a small fissure watching as it starts shaking from him over to the girl attempting or supposedly it will knock her over or at least knock her off balance. Which is what he wants of coarse, not waiting to see what happens his pumps his powerful legs and runs off over to her with a giant, powerful, and inhumanly skillful punch comes straight out at the girls gut followed by an uppercut to her face.

Death snarls as the punch misses and then the kick feeling the immense heat from underneath it. Only to then feel that heat hit him dead in the chest and send him flying back wards about three fet. He grunts and stumbles a bit now feeling the heat and burns of the shit this woman was dishing out. He groans and pats it out before his eyes fly up looking at her obviously pissed off. 'Calm Death, do not loose your cool...again...we want this one a live.' He is told and starts calming down ever so slowly though imideatly clapping his hands together with all his strength sending a shock wave straight out at the girl, which he then quickly follows up with a jab to her stomach before dropping down and performing a sweep kick. Which if successful of knocking her off her feet h'll push her down into the ground through the asphalt and to the long sense dead rock, grass, or gravel underneath. "You are a bitch, I do not see what the Project wants with you." He says spitting on the ground and throwing a punch at her gut to knock the wind out of her.

Death snarls as his attacks miss throwing his hands over his head and crouching down as she jumps over him. He jumps straight into the air using all of the strength in his powerful legs he can muster. Soaring, or really jumping, straight up into the air only to come down bending his legs so they don't brake the asphalt and ground shattering and breaking twenty feet out, as well as a gust of wind rippling across the area putting out all of the flames. Ever so slowly he stands up shaking his head, "If that is truley your best then you have surely lost." He mutters out then ripping a big peace of the asphalt out of the ground and chucking it like a football as hard as he can at the girl in the air. "Come down here and fight you phoenix!" He yells having said phoenix for it was a bird of fire and well she shoots fire and is flying. 'Horable pun Death, really? Do better if you are going to say them from now on.' A scientist tells him as he only grumbles and rips out another pice of the earth chucking it like a frisbee at the girl, a giant deadly frisbee that is of coarse.

Death watches as the phoenix forms smirking to himself, he jumps through the open beak and straight at the girl. Going right through the center twoards her knowing it would freak her out maybe make her loose concentraition. He feels his cloths slowly start to burn the heat hot but only feeling the heat wave and not actual heat it's self. He ipens his arms when a few feet away in attempt to grab the girl and use his weight to pull them down onto the ground with her head going in, not enough to kill her but at least knock her out. She has been a thorn in his side for too long and he does not like it one bit. Though he must admit the phoenix thing was cool, maybe Perfection could use that for their next project. He never knows what they do with the people brongs back, it isn't his right to know anywat so he does not ask.