Going down in flames (Entei vs Jeisen)

The streets of London were abuzz of the events that transpires not that many days prior. Talk of terrorism and metahuman radicals were in the back of everyone's mind. Alas it was dismissed as nothing more than a "tragic event". Faith placed in Masquerade's plan (or lack there of) proved to work well for Subject Pulse and the elusive Subject Snow Angel. They made a get-away that was flawless for such untrained civilians. Granted the Agency knew they were alive, but they were the only ones. They wouldn't take this to the media either. They played their little "leaked footage" tape, only needing slight edits form their Media-manipulating metahuman and as far as the world was concerned those three were terrorists, and as far as the world was concerned those three were more the post-mortum flip of things. They may have escaped prison, but now the world was sure they were dead, and they were prime test subjects, be they unwilling to turn themselves in. But to dissuade any form of true resistance the Agency needed some leverage. Leverage which they so happened to have.

"Incubus, wake up." an Agent said as he would bang on the door frame. The door itself was nonexistent, it was simply a threshold. The door itself was a neo sci-fi barrier of sorts. Agent's DNA was allowed in and out, but nothing else unless authorization was given. The subject, Subject "Incubus" would be as he always was, save for one little "attachment" added to his being. A collar of sorts, thin wire-like and almost invisible unless one were actually looking for it. The thin wired had microfibers that branched off and fused itself with the subjects nervous system. Every collar was created with a special type of metal, one that seemed to negate effects energy emission would have on it. To that end, this collar was not going to be burned, shocked or simply taken off. To do so would cause a serious nervous-system overload which would then follow with the "Killswitch" protocol. When the collar is attempted to be removed the "microfibers" that slid beneath the skin and fused with the nerves would emit shocks, or even at times neurotoxins that sedated them. These collars were what it means to be shackled, this was the curse they were burdened with. It wasn't all bad however...the "living metal" these collars were made of may have been immune to the effects of extrahuman abilities, however it had a way of also augmenting them, making them more powerful. Incubus would find himself in the same situation.

"Incubus, You've been called to action. You've been assigned no handler but you can and will be incapacitated at the first sign of attempted escape or harming of innocent bystanders both Metahuman and human. Report to pod seven for deployment." The Agent said before turning and walking away, not even giving Incubus a moment to argue or deny the mission. The truth was that Incubus had no choice in the matter. His prison may not have been bad to him externally, but he was a slave inside his own body. The collar, the shackle... it did exactly as it was symbolic of. It enslaved. He had no choice in what he did. If he was across the room from his own girlfriend and an Agent said to kill her, he would do it without hesitation. He had no say. Thankfully he was learning that doing as he was asked lead to them not being so controlling. They were more willing to allow him to refuse to do something, but today was not one of those things.

Incubus, the metahuman cambion known as "Entei" would be walked to his pod, escorted. Though Entei would not see his face, the Agency director himself had requested Entei be assigned to this mission. The retrieval of Subject Pulse, Jeisen, dead or alive. Of course he watched as Entei himself was placed in the mechanical pod The pod sealed with a slight green tinged cyan fibros-reinforced molecular hardened plexiglass. The Director stood there as the old gruff Agent entered the room, and they stood behind their one way mirror looking out at Entei with calculating glares.

"Incubus is the wrong horse to bet on." The older man said, attempting to be matter0of0fact in his delivery more so than disrespectful. The director chuckled and shook his head.

"Contrary... He's the perfect horse to bet on. He put three agents in intensive care, Pulse had issues with Agent Matthews. Besides, I've thought of everything." The director said, to this the older Agent didn't question, rather he simply nodded his head as the director watched the pod deploy from the underground facility.

"Don't you always?"
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Entei is deployed and he's hunting down Jeisen (Subject Pulse) He's arrived in London, super-secret agent style by a pod shooting up into a phone booth.

Shackled reminder:

Nolan: "Sir, we have a pod coming into screen. Western London skies- projecting course"

Jeisen: "I see it, thank you."

Not that seeing it made things much better. On most radars and scanners, this thing was invisible. Jeisen only saw it due to a few recent changes of his own. Even with those changes, It was barely enough to pick up the bloody thing. What ever launched at managed to say undetected, either out f range or just to damn good at hiding. The pod was launched in a similar fashion to how mechanism was though, leaving little doubt about who was sending this one. The only real question was what?

The pod it's self was coming down in. A lazy arc, aiming of the west side of the river. It looked like it would be heading near the edge of th coty, somethig Jeisen was apprehensive about. On one hand there would be less civilian, but on the other he would be more exposed. Risky either way and Jeisen knew a trap when he saw one. He had managed to escape the Agency once before, would they be so brazen to come after him again without surprise on their side? He would have to risk the trap, the information possibly gather would be to valuable.

If Jeisen was one to regret, he would regret leaving his house today.

Jeisen: "Nolan, lock down the house and put the wmergancy protocols on stand bye."

Nolan: "your taking the new suit then?"

Jeisen: "I have too"

Standing before a containment unit, Jeisen stared through the glass at his new suit. He had taken it through some modification since his last encounter with the agency and developed a wide array of new tech for it. He punched in a code to the holographic number lock, letting the glass slide open. He simply touched the suit, letting it attach itself to his body. His electropsyilogoy vibrated in tune with the suits, resonating as the power sources aligned. The Hun stopped after a brief second, causing Jeisen I tighten his fist in a curt ball.

Pulling up his cloak, Jeisen began to head out the door only to stop at the stair well. He looked up for a second, debating telling Sarah he was leaving, but the weds caught in his throat. Instead, he simply let those thoughts fade and walked out through the doorway. She didn't need to worry about him.

Dark clouds began to fill the sky as darkness Egan to show it's face. The sun was setting soon but London soaked in the dying light as if to try and hold it for the night. Jeisen closed his eyes and soaked in the rays as well. Even inside his armor, Jeisen could feel the warmth. A familiar roar sounded in hiis ears though...

Jeisen opened up his eyes to the great fire ball ranching up to the sky in it's fury. Even from the rooftop Jeisen was standing on, it still soared well above his head. Jeisen stood stoically, realizing the clever trap that had been set for him. He focused on the source to confirm it.

Nolan: "oh no...."

The dark green cloak hung over Jeisen shoulders as the weight of it seemed to mangify. Masquerades words came back to haunt him.

"Do not get caught"

Jeisen was about to find out why as he stared down in the groud below at his best friend. He tightened both hands in to curled fists. A long night had just begun.

"JJJJJEEEEIIISEEENNN" Michael roared out once more, a cloak of flames bursting out from within his very skin. The torrent of fire burst high into the air, audibly crackling the very oxygen that surrounded the young demon prince. In one hand, he held his Kurikara blade, his hand squeezing tight around the sword's blue wrapped handle, the blade seeming to turn into it's own fiery inferno, as the steel seemed to evaporate into thin air. In his other, he held the emergency transponder Jeisen had given him so long ago, it's sleek surface shining in the bright cerulean flames that encased Michael. Around him, civilians began to flee, watching as their once proud hero looked to be going mad. Entei watched them all through eyes that were drawn in a tight scowl, his chest heaving and collapsing as he seethed with rage.

He could see his reflection in a nearby window, and he disgusted himself. He was the spitting image of his father at that moment, and it nearly broke his spirit. However, this was a place he had to be in right now. He had to fuel himself with his demonic lust for blood, with this rage he held deep inside himself, or he would never be able to strike the killing blow against Jeisen. It was not that he wanted to kill Jeisen, far from it in fact. He had once thought Jeisen would be the best man at his wedding, standing next to him at the altar as he watched Uzma walk towards him. The godfather to his children. But the Agency had robbed him of that, forced him to kill the one person he had that bond of friendship with.

"...You're here." Entei said softly, his nose wrinkling as a familiar scent wafted towards him. The metal Jeisen used in his suit was particular to him, and had a unique scent to it, one Entei had trained himself to ignore during fights, though he never forgot it. Now, as he looked upon that nearby rooftop, and saw his armored friend standing there, with the floating ball of sass that was Nolan, he closed his eyes, taking a cleansing breath.

"It's fitting, you being up there." He called out to Jeisen, his fires beginning to burn hotter, the ground beneath him starting to ooze and liquefy. "You always looked down on me, you bastard! I was the little pet that you and the Guardians could send out! DUMB LITTLE ENTEI, ONLY GOOD FOR BLASTING APART WHAT YOU COULDNT HUH?!"

The fires began to burn hotter and hotter, and the transponder in Entei's  hand began to crack under the pressure, the faults in the metal quickly rising to the surface with small 'claks'.

"You all thought you were better than me, didn't you!?" He yelled at Jeisen, gritting his teeth in rage. "Better than the demon!"

Once again, the fire grew hotter, the transpoder's weak metals not reacting well to the sudden increase in heat.

"FOR YOUR ARROGANCE, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He roared, his fires reaching near their peaks. The glass  in the windows around him shattered, trees and benches spontaneously combusted into brilliant blue flames. As Entei squeezed his hands in rage, the transpoder, the first gift Jeisen had ever given him, shattered into a million pieces...

Nolan: "dear gods above.... What have they done to him?"

Jeisen didn't know, but this wasn't Entei. This was a demon before him, fury personified and unchecked. The blue flames coated him as a second skin and even from the spot on the roof, Jeisen could feel the heat though his suit. Jeisen out one foot on the raised edge, bracing himself as he looked down at the man before him. A man coated in the light of his fire but blinded by it as well.

Entei always has shined too brightly to get a good look at himself.

What could Jeisen say back to his friend? Something that could comfort him in his dark hour? Nothing truly... But that's not the type of person Jeisen is. No words would reach Entei right now so Jeisen would drag this poor bastard back kicking and screaming till he was Entei again. Jeisen wasn't sure what the agency had done to him or how he was made like this, but Jeisen would fix him. Even if it meant breaking him right now.

Jeisen muttered to himself queitly: " mistress of inscrutable depths, I ask forgiveness. Goddess, whose waves wear down stone and sand.
Goddess, wash the sins from this one and set him on the distant shore of the infinite spirit.
Goddess, this one’s heart is pure but beset by wickedness and contention.
Guide this one to where the traveller never tires, the lover never leaves, the hungry never starve.
Guide this one, goddess, and he will be a companion to you as he was to me. "

A prayer for his friend to a uncaring god. Jeisen togged his fist into balls as he looked down at his friend, cloak billowing in the wind behind hin. Jeisen was not ready to lose his friend.

Jeisen: "Nolan, start evacuating this area.... It won't be pretty"

Entei continued to growl as he watched the small orb that had annoyed him ever since they had met float away towards various store fronts and people, getting them away from what was sure to be an apocalyptic battleground in mere moments. He dug his feet into the ground, and Jeisen could see visible changes in his physiology. His already pronounced canines began to grow larger and longer, his horns began to burn even larger and hotter, white cores forming in the center of them. His pupils no longer held the same cerulean color, dying completely blood red, with a white screlea in the center. The fire on his tail multipled, three small, circular orbs of fire surrounding the main one. As the transformation reached it's apex, he let out a howl of rage, piercing the daylight waning sky of London, sending fear into the hearts of the less brave residents, and sending chills down the spines of the rest.

"YOU BASTARD!" Entei yelled out, gritting his teeth. Behind him, in his cerulean flames, a large reaper's skull began to form, crackling the air, igniting the buildings around him. At once, and suddenly, the fires all began to siphon down towards the Kurikara blade, the swords metal infusing the with fires, excess flames swirling around the sword like a tornado of incineration. A wicked, evil smile pursed onto Entei's lips as he pointed the blade into the air, aimed at Jeisen's throat. All the fire and rage he had been channeling, harnessing, focused on the armored Guardian. Grabbing the sword handle with both hands, be brought it above his head, before yelling out at Jeisen.

"You die now." With a swift motion, he brought down his sword, a large, cataclysmic arc of fire following behind it. Hot enough and powerful enough to incinerate a city block, all focused at the building Jeisen had been standing on. Though enraged, and psychopathic, Entei was not without compassion. There were no scents inside of the building, no living creatures minus Jeisen. But, Entei was about to fix that mistake.

Nolan: "Temp spike originating within the sword. Not that it's bit difficult to see as the man is covered I. Blue flames but..."

Jeisen could see that. He could see the bloodshot pupils, the twitchy mannerisms.... all the signs were there. This was not a man in control, not a man who was in charge of his own thoughts. Jeisen let out a breath as he relaxed fractionally. Time elgonated as his mind caught up to his eyes. He stood there, one foot raised up as he looked down on the beginnings of fires. The blue lights of the fire seemed to clash in the air with the fadin orange light of the sun. For a brief moment Jeisen was illuminated with a orange light to counter Entei being illuminated by a flickering blue light.

Too soon was the moment gone as the great blue fireball began it's way upwards at Jeisen like a hand of death. Jeisen simply gave his best friend one last look of pity hidden behind a mask before he relaxed his body. With no resistance holding him, Jeisen phased through the building, through the fire, through everything. Jeisen let himself shake apart as his atoms scattered apart. With only a thought holding him together, Jeisen fell through the building and striaght into the ground.

He came to a stop jut below the ground, holding the spot as the fires raged above him. Once the torren was gone Jeisen rose up in the dying flames where the building used to be. The blue optics shown out from a hood of th crouched figure, staring down entei. Drawing knives from The compressors, Jeisen began to throw a multitude of them around te battle field as he charged the demon. The knives flew with the strength of the servors behind them, a few sailing through a wall to buildings to creat a circle of nearl 200 yards in diameter. Perfectly calculated within fractions of a second.

By the third set the knives were laid out and Jeisen unsapped his guns from his wrist and began to open fire on Entei. A hail of energy bolts sprang free from the twin Reavers, creating a storm of deadly bullets.

Time came to a crawl for the demon, as his blue flames came down from the sky, hurtling toward the building, like a beautiful flare of death and destruction, signaling the end of all life under it's path. A breath slowly escaped from his chest as his feet dug into the ground, his glowing blue sword flipping almost instinctively into a reverse grip in his hands. In battle, Entei rarely every thought about his next move, or planned anything out. This was his blood, this was his heritage. His family had been waging wars since the dawn of time, he was the prince of what most religions perceived to be the ending of our world. No, he rarely thought in battle, his instincts were better than that of military tacticians. This was what he was bred to do.

One step.

The flames raced toward the building as he kicked off from the ground, his heart beating quickly, his pupils dilating, the adrenaline in his blood reaching new levels. He already knew this blast wouldn't kill Jeisen, no, his friend was far too smart and slippery to die from one blast.

Two steps.

His legs pounded as he began to pick up speed, the flames reaching ever closer to the building. His nose began to wrinkle as he continuously smelled for Jeisen, the overwhelming scent of his hideous metal contraptions.

Three steps.

For a moment, there was nothing. Bright blue-white light filled Entei's vision, and for a mere moment, for a single fraction of a second, everything was at peace. There was no agency, he wasn't trying to kill his best friend. Nothing mattered.

Four steps.

His vision cleared with a sudden shockwave of his fire, which pulsated in a ring from the center of the pile of ash that use to be the building he had destroyed. Too weak to do anything, the shockwave passed harmlessly against buildings, and Entei passed right through it. He could no longer smell Jeisen, which was good. He had phased, which meant Entei had to move quickly.

Six steps.

He could hear whistling as the knives seemed to crawl by him, headed in different directions. Good. It meant Jeisen was taking this seriously. Giving his friend a dishonorable death was the last thing he wanted to do. As quickly as the 'bullet time' had begun, it faded, the six second those actions took place in seeming like an eternity to Entei. He heard the scraping of metal against metal as Jeisen unfurled his guns, and they began to charge. He charged fire through his sword, slicing down, cutting the first wave of energy bolts in half, sending them flying in either direction of him. Slicing back up as he ran, he caught the second wave, his actions repeating, one bullet grazing against the sleeve of his hoodie as ran. As he approached Jeisen, he jumped, flipping over his friend, before landing behind him, bringing his sword around in a horizontal slash aimed at Jeisen's waist.

threat- break it down. Known enemy Entei, high level pyro kinetic with the focus on blade man ship. High level endurance coupled with a tough meta human skin. Fighting and tactics on par for a very able one man army. Threat level- high. Chance of death- probable. Full force needed, advance stragems and fall back plans for Entei in motion

Jeisen tracked the man flipping over him slowly as he turned in sync with him. Flight was always a terrible option as it commuted you to a path without a chance to correct for it. Least in a normal fight. Normally Jeisen would counter with a leg sweep and a shot to the face, but he needed to be more cautious. Instead as he turned to face the landing Entei, Jeisen dropped a small ball the size of a marble that quickly exploded in a blinding light and sound. Should be wonderful for a demon with advance hearin and eyes.

But that was simply th distraction, as Jeisen leaned back like a river reed in the wind. He bent almost halfway over, just below the sword. Jeisen lifted up his hand though just as it was sailing above him, reaching out to touch it with just one small movement and lead a mark on it. Regardless of te success of the move Jeisen continued his backward lean to make it a flip that sent him skidding backwards.

Still at relatively close range, Jeisen began opening fire with one Gun a he switched another gun into a knive for defensive parrying. His energies were back though and ready for another phase.

"Fuck.." Michael muttered as he saw the ball drop from Jeisen's hands, knowing what it was. He willed flames in front of his eyes, protecting them from the sudden burst of bright light. His ears, however, were a different story. A loud, screeching noise bit into his eardrums, causing him to falter for a moment, and allowing Jeisen to place the mark on his sword. Veins being to show in his neck, as his teeth were grit in pain and frustration, his enhanced hearing backfiring on him. The flames cleared from his eyes, and he watched as Jeisen pulled out his gun once more, shooting rounds from close range at the half demon.

Reacting quickly, Entei began to suck in air, his chest filling and expanding, until he exhaled, a stream of fire erupting from his mouth like a dragon's breath, colliding with the bullets, before shooting off towards Jeisen.

Jeisen: "damn"

He winced a he tried to close his hand. It would close but it wa exactly easy or painless. He thought he would have been quick enough to avoid the fire, but it was just too hot. It wasn't impeding his grip strength yet, but unless he used some of his regenerative medigel it might stiffen up quite badly. Somehow, Jeisen didn't think he would have to worry about not using his medigel tonight. Tonight, he would worry if he would have enough.

Jeisen saw the intake of breath and understood wha was going to happen next. He had seen Entei do this before, just never thought he would be on the receiving end of it. Nolan, maybe... But not himself. He unsapped his guns as he began to charge forward at Entei, just as the breath of fire really began to come out. Jeisen would make use of the breath bawling enteis line of sight and counter hard.

Planting one foot hard Jeisen used his momentum to apin bringing up his other leg as he phased into lightning once more. The timing would be difficult, but Jeisen was rather good at this part. He used his best estimate of where's enteis chest was and began to lash out. If he times this right Jeisen would come out of the fire ball and phase just before enteis chest with his body perpendicular with enteis and underneath the fire breath. Calculating such a tight angle would be immpossible for anyone without a mind like Jeisen and a body capable of keeping up with it like him. Hopefully the new motors in the suit woul pack that extra little but if punch he needed right now

Entei grimaced as the smell of Jeisen faded once more, knowing this meant that the suited man in front of him was phasing out of existence, and his fire breath was little more than wasted effort. He cut off the stream of fire, just in time for him to see Jeisen's boot connect with his chest, causing him to step back, rolling with the force, and dampening the blow a bit. As Jeisen's foot ran down his chest, completing the kick, it ripped at the weak fabric of Entei's shirt, revealing a small, glowing blue light.

"I was hoping to hide this.." Entei had said, letting out a small laugh, as he ripped away the tattered remains of his shirt, revealing a small blue rune tattooed on the middle of his chest. The rune looked ancient, and glowed with the same cerulean light as his fires. "You see, while I was in hell, I learned some things about my true nature as a demon. Until recently, I had thought it would take me years to unlock it. But, thanks to a gift from a friend, I can finally do this."

With a snap of his fingers, the rune disappeared, shooting towards the back of his body, as two wings of pure fire erupted from Entei's spinal cord. For a moment, he looked like some form of fiery angel, with two translucent wings of wrath spread out behind him. That was, until the flames began to slowly seep away, revealing the bone like structures they really were, with torn skin that seemed to inhibit flight, and flames dripping from them.

"Now tell me," Entei began, his voice a little deeper than before. "Are you ready to fight the prince of demons?!"

With a grunt, Jeisen rolled backwards after the kick. He came up guns pointin at Entei as the demon slid backwards. With the motors in the suit, that kick made solid contact. Too bad Entei was no joke, capable of weathering the blows. It would take more then just a few kicks to bring him down. Jeisen clicked the hammers back on both the guns, two weapons fully capable of taking the bastard down.

He paused as Entei tore off the rest of his shirt. Why the hell do these guys always seem to lose their shirt? But somehow they never lost their pants? Jeisen shook the thoughts away as Entei was trying to be threatening. It was hard to take the man seriously with his shirt off, it looked ridiculous.

"Are you ready to face the Prince of demons?"

Entei always did have a flair for the dramatics. Jeisen raised one gun forward and pointe it at him.

Jeisen: "Sorry mate, pretty sure ossy osbrine is the prince of demons."

Nolan floated well above the fight but still rang out loud so the both of them could here

Nolan: "Sir, I think ossy Osborne is the prince of darkness."

Jeisen: "you sure? That doesn't sound right... I thought it was demons."

The two gave a seemingly unperturbed talk right in front of Entei. Jeisen may be in a fight to the death with his best friend, but one could not tell from his calm tone. An act it may be, but Jeisen was steel to the core. Inside the helm, Nolan was feelig him info about the police. It seemed that they were getting close. Jeisen could even hear the faint sounds of sirens in the distance. Not good, Jeisen couldn't protect them and keep on fighting like this.

Jeisen: "well if you are done with the dramatics...."

In the middle of his sentence, Jeisen opened fire on the now wider target of Entei. It was an old trick to try and catch someone off guard. It might only give a fraction of a secod difference but in a game of milliseconds making the difference, that might be enough. He aimed for the key bone joints of the wings, trying to cripple him before Entei could get into the air. Jeisen would be at a disadvantage there.

Entei clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he listened to the incessant bickering between Jeisen and Nolan. They had always been like this, rambling back and forth during missions, it was quite annoying. Luckily for him, Entei had learned to drone it out. In the distance, the faint sound of sirens wailing pierced his ears, and caused him to let out an internal sigh. Though the agency controlled him, he still didn't wish to harm innocents, hence his letting Nolan continue his evacuation, even if it meant him feeding Jeisen information. Entei cocked his head to the side, leaning on his sword as the two talked, letting them drone on, after all, it may be the last conversation the two of them had, before Michael ripped out Jeisen's spine, and turned Nolan over to the techys back at the Agency.

As soon as Jeisen turned his attention to Michael, however, he had begun to move, taking large, quick strides towards Jeisen, his wings tucking in tight to not act as a drag. He had fought with Jeisen too long, seen all his tricks, frankly thinking he could pull one on him was quite insulting to the demon prince.

"We both know we have to leave here." He yelled out as he approached Jeisen. "I want you dead, not all these people. But if they get in my way, I'll cut through them to get to you."

As Jeisen fired his gun, Michael could hear the sirens getting closer, could smell the sweat forming on the brow of the police men who had to attempt to stop a fight between two of London's biggest heroes. A small smile formed on his lips as he watched Jeisen pull the trigger in what seemed like slow motion. After all, his friend had no chance to learn about this new ability of his. How could he have, when Entei had just learned it himself. As the bullet 'hit' him, his body seemed to ripple, turning blue for a split second, before a hole opened in his chest where the bullet had passed clean through, and a small amount of fire followed it's trajectory. He kept up this form until he reached Jeisen, attempting to grab at his throat, hoping to catch him by surprise, before flapping his wings, and flying both combatants across the river, before dropping Jeisen.

If Jeisen dodges, he will simply roll behind him, and take a defensive position with his sword.

Jeisen: "oh you dick, that's my move"

As soon as he saw te shift, Jeisen knew what the demon was doing. It didn't take a genius to understand that the fellow had picked up on a few new moves since they broke off into different cities. Jeisen moved to counter it, but at the last second just moved back fractionally an let Entei grab him by the chest instead of the throat. Entei had a point. He could take the both of them away from the cops that were almost on them.

He was roughly jerked up into the sky by his chest peice, bringing the two of them close by. Jeisen brought his guard up to prevent being stabbed, but that's bout all he could do in such a awkward position. A plan was already forming in that head of his though. It was inturrupted at a small collar Entei seemed to be wearing. It looked inbeded into enteis skin, the colla made of a foreign metal. This was not of demonic origin like the rest of enteis tattoos and markings. This was new technology and just from a cursory glance, Jeisen could see it was advance. Between the pod being launched and this new tech on Entei, Jeisen could make the mental connection between the people he had fought before and their work now. Entei being sent after him by them? That made so much more sense then enteis father ordering him as Jeisen originally thought. Just how were they making him do this though?

Those thoughts were inturrupted by the sudden release of enteis grip on Jeisen. Jeisen was ready for it though. With a seemingly flailing arm behind enteis back, Jeisen let go f a small ball that the compressor unpacked in his hand. It was the partical detonator. When Entei let go of Jeisen, Jeisen let go of it. Time seemed to slow down as Jeisen began to fall from the sky. He got one last good look up at the sky before the detonator went off with enough power to tear down buildings.

The force of the explosion auto kicke Jeisen's bubble sheild up. He had been to close went off. Like a lightin bolt falling out of the sky, dropped down into the river below. Jeisen struggled, flailing around widely as the river rapidly approached. At the last second Jeisen got under control and dropped like a diver into a pool. The impact shook him for a second, but Jeisen brought himself back and kicked to the water bank using his boots. He dragged himself out of the water, shaking his head to clear it from the impact. Nolan quickly brought up the map and tried to locate Entei