Losing Control (Closed)

Sam watched as a tiny little black spec in the distance became larger and larger until it resembled a man, the man that he has been fighting all of this time, and this time he was coming armed to the teeth with his swords whilst Sam was hovering with some weak, but sharp, pieces of metal in either hand. The stranger was flying towards him with some incredible speed, so he didn't have much time to think, actually he kinda just didn't. All Sam could think of doing was swinging wildly at him in an attempt to do some damage, however he didn't really take into account the speed that this man was flying at.

The stranger flew over Sam's head as Sam tried a double overhanded blow, he hit the guy cleanly but was unable to catch any flesh, instead the brunt of his force was parried backwards over his head, causing the weak metal to be bent and pushed into Sam's hand, causing them to dig deep into his skin and create some bleeding, Sam did not feel the pain that much though, that was one of the perks of being a Titan, high pain withstanding.

So the pieces of metal were lodged into Sam's hands and there was no time for him to take them out again, so he would have to continue the fight with his impediment, which actually could cause more damage, having his hands wrapped in sharp metal could be more harmful than having him just holding them, although with his hands losing blood quickly, he will need to end this fight quickly and get them fixed, they're certainly going to hurt when he goes back to his normal form.

Sam will need to rely on his elusiveness now, which is something he was quite good at actually, he wasn't called Smoke for nothing. Sam's offence wasn't coming to much, it looked like this guy was ready to end this charade now as well as Sam had to dodge heavy blow after blow and try to poke a punch in every now and then.

He needed some breathing room, he needed some time to think over his game plan, and he also wanted to leave this goddamn city as soon as possible, so why not hit two birds with one stone? He knew the direction to his apartment and if he could get this guy to fight him in there, he could bust the place up and finish this guy off at the same time, it was the best idea he could come up with right now.

The stranger took one last strong blow but only hit smoke as Sam had teleported away and into his apartment, blood dripped from his hands to the laminated wooden floor below as he looked around at his old, abandoned apartment. Grime covered the walls, cobwebs surrounded the corners of the room and there was a constant layer of dust, now all he needed to do was get the attention of the other guy, so he raised his hand towards his street-side windows and let out a powerful pulse that shattered them, as well as the walls, creating a whole new giant door, and he was taking in all visitors.

As his flurry of attacks had hit and missed multiple times he was finding himself drawing to a close since the guy seemed to use reckage to fight Coronel off. Coronel had swund pretty hard making some of the metal pieces the guy was holding get logged into his hands.

As he was continueing with his attacks the guy had dissapeared again. This time he was not ignoring Coronel it was more like to get away to rethink what he was doing. Coronel knew if he was giving himself sometime that means he was coming back a little stronger and a little more intelegent from before.. Coronel spun around in search of the guy who loved to use this dissapearing act. He searched the streets and the roofs of buildings. It was no use.

Shortly after a building, more like apartments, had its walls blown outward. With quick thought Coronel knew it was the guys temporary if not permanent house he was staying in and the one place he kept all his things. He would not make a mistake running in and being foolish. He held both swords in the air and compressed his ability around them.

It was an easy move and took no time to get ready. He started swinging the swords. Swinging with the sharp ends facing the guys direction made this waves that could pretty much cut through anything like melted cheese or wet paper. and with the wide end of the sword swings made powerful burst the easily knocked back plenty of his other targets. With no hesitation he just sent a massive barage of bot in the attempt to smoke the guy in hiding.

Sam was waiting for his opponent to enter his old, abandoned apartment so he could both fight him, and destroy as much of his old home as possible, however this guy was either trying to be smart or scared as he decided to send his swords inside to do his dirty work for him. With a sigh, Sam slowly started backing up as he finished yanking the metal from his black skin, he had now passed the kitchen whilst watching these swords do nothing but carve up the floor and send the occasional gust of wind his way. With a roll of his eyes, Sam teleported outside of the apartment, behind the man controlling the swords, figuring that he would be so preoccupied with swing those pieces of metal around, Sam decided that if he didn't want to come into his apartment, he would force him to.

With a swift kick forward, Sam propelled the stranger into his home, past the kitchen, down the hallway and crashing into the master bedroom at the end of the hall, the living area was where he spent the most of his time though, so that was the place that Sam wanted to start destroying and eventually he would end up destroying it all anyway. While he waited for his opponent to pick himself up, brush himself off and return to him in the living area to continue the fight, Sam decided to take a look around his old apartment and see how things looked.

Believe it or not, most of it looked the exact same as he had left it, which just made things worse, he began smashing picture frames, tossing furniture out of his brand new, extremely large window and destroying cupboards, sending shards of glass and china everywhere. The rage began to build inside Sam, now he just needed his opponent to come back so he could let it out and if he was lucky, he would be able to destroy this dreaded place with his opponent still in it.

As Coronel was unleashing his attacks on the guy it was slowly destroying the apartment complex. But it soon became usless since the guy was not down there anymore. He had teleported yet again behind Coronel unleashing a kick to his back. With no awarness he could not guard which seemed like godmod. (((WHICH IT IS< BUT ILL ALOW IT FOR PLOT REASONINGS.))) He flew dont towards the guys apartment getting blown straight threw it.

"Well if he wanted to fight in a enclosed space that was alright. But all he had to do was ask." Coronel thought this clearly as he got up of the ground. With a simple use of his ability the dust jumped off his clothes into a cloud around him. But it was not much of anything. He walked down the hallway and straight into the living room. You know there wwas a time when someone kicked me and I could not do anything about it. Well safe to say they happened to get disected and dismantled of their limbs, well to cut to the chase, thats about to happen in 3..2.. with no hesitation Coronel grabbed the back of the building with his ability and pulled it right threw the apartment trying to crush him with the weight and more than likely kill him. It was fun but it needed ending. With the wall closing in he grabbed his sword and made a dash for the guy to pick off the moment and after he got his hit in he would jump out and force the building to colapse on itself and him in it.

I'm not going to be continuing with this thread

(((I was going to finish it after destroying the rest of your apartment, but this works.)))

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