A little street performance...

Meteo circled to the right, trying to position himself on the opposite side of Fantom. He wasnt sure what they were talking about, but he was all to eager to start already. "If you two are done chatting, perhaps we can get to the meat of this little encounter. Such trivial matters of 'Who killed who' and 'Who is weaker' can all be solved very easily. The ones who are alive are better than the ones who are dead. And we are about to find out who's weakest!" Meteo sent a blast of fire directly at Pain, making sure that it came from an angle that wouldnt hit Lukas if the target dodged.

Fantom laughed and jumped at Pain with a kick.

Pain chuckled..."Then I'll show you POWER!" Pain grabbed Fantom's legs and swung him into the fireball, then round and round for a short moment before Pain let him go, tossing him into "Fireboy".

Meteo used his other hand to summon a current of wind, slowing Fantom's flight path. He then compressed the air into small pellets, flinging them at Pain indescriminately. "You call that power? I've seen monkeys with better moves! Come on old man, make this worth our while!"

Pain chuckled as the air bullets pounded into his chest, he stood still not feeling a thing..."You aint got a clue kid..."

Meteo's face turned into a scowl as his bullets made no impact. "See? Thats what you get for charging in without consulting me first. This guy isn't the same filth you usually enjoy taking out. But he stil stands no chance against all three of us. Now, lets try something different." Meteo mumbled something incoherent, and immediately started gathering his power again. He summoned a vortex of air, and funneled fire into it, raising the natural temperature exponentially. The sideways flaming tornado stretched out, threatening to engulf Pain.

Pain stood still, unafraid of the flames that would soon engulf him...He clapped his hands together and sent a sonic boom into the funnel and towards the both of them.

Fantom quickly dodged and jumped on top of a nearby building.

Meteo also dodged, letting loose his fiery twister. He hoped it would at least damage a few buildings before dissapating. He redied himself for another attack, staring hard at Pain. "Its like he doesnt even feel pain! Either that or he has no regard for his own life. This will call for another change in our tactics." Meteo started glancing around the area while charging some defensive air currents, making sure to never take his eyes of the enemy for too long. His defensive ploy took the shape of five basketball-shaped pockets circling in front of him in a pentagonal array.
"There has to be at least one around here somewhere...but where's it hiding?"

Pain's skin was burnt, some off the flesh burnt to a crisp...But itwas returning to normal and fast...He looked up at the wind currents..."Cmon, more of this shit! Bring it!" He ripped up a chuck of the ground and chucked it at him.

Meteo immediately moved one of the pockets to intercept the chunk of flying terra. Once it was it place, Meteo ignited it into an explosion, breaking the earth into smaller chunks of debris that still peppered his skin. Blood dripped from a few cuts across his arms, and Meteo just wiped it away. His eyes gained a wild look, and he looked as if he were about to go berserk. "No! Alex! Mantain yourself! We have no chance against him if you just go all out! Stick to the plan!"
"But...he hurt me! NO ONE HURTS ME!" Flames started crawling over his body. He flung his head back and yelled loudly. The flames erupted into a cascade of violet and blue, shaking the earth with the sheer pressure. A whimper could be heard a few feet away, and Meteo's head spun to that direction.
"There! We can still do this, just regain control!"
"Fine, but no promises." The flames died down and Meteo dashed to the source of the sound. He reached down and picked up the kid by his shirt. "You were right, Max. There's always a few boys watching their heroes fight." The boy stuggled against Meteo's grasp, yelling to be let go.
"Well well, looks like this is getting a little more interesting, isnt it?"

"That's it! Let em go!" Pain didn't wait for him to do so, knowing he would not listen to reason he slammed his fist into the Earth, shaking it violently, he then lifted a chunk of the earth from the ground and charged forward towards Meteo....

Meteo crouched low to hold his balance, but he wasnt even bothering to move out of the way. He simply held the kid up by the hair with his right hand and charged the flames in his left. I dont think you want to do that..." Meteo smiled and shook his hand a little. The kid cried out in pain, and Meteo's smile grew wider. "You wouldn't want to be held responcible for a little...collateral damage, would you? An innocent life lost due to your own carelessness?"
"Aw, come on Max, just let me kill him! Children are so rare these days. I miss their screams..." Meteo tilted his head sideways, getting his mouth uncomfortably close to the kid's ear. "Its just so much fun knowing that I've already scarred him for life and I havent even hurt him...yet..."

The kid looked up with tears in his eyes, both hands trying to relieve the pressure on his hair. "Please! Stop!"

Fantom jumped from the building next to Meteo.

"I'm bored of this already let's just kill him please" Fantom said smiling.

Meteo grinned evilly, gripping the kid's hair tighter. "I like the way this guy thinks, Max. Maybe I'd like this SCAR after all."
"No Alex! We need the kid as leverage! How else do you plan on killing this goody-goody hero?"
"Need? I dont need anyone! Not my parents, not friends, ANYONE! I am Meteo! I will kill this hero with my bare hands if I f#$%ing have to, but I dont need anyone!" Alex lifted the child into the air, not letting go. Meteo's arms burst into flames, burning right through the kid's hair. The stench filled the air, but the kid never moved. Air currents held him aloft now. Meteo screamed, doubling over in sheer anger as the air around him lit up, covering himself and the kid in fire. "I DONT NEED ANYTHING!" Meteo threw his head back, yelling into the overcast skies. The intensity of the fireball surrounding him rose, blasting outward like a furnace. The sheer heat made nearby plantlife wilt. The fire danced across the clothes Meteo wore, miraculously avoiding burning them to a crisp. The same, howevver, could not be said for his hostage...

"I love this guys attitude" he said as he turned his arms into hammers and crushed a few bystanders.

"AH HAHAHAHA" he laughed evily.