Two assholes walk into a bank...

Fear ran rampant in the face of the now powerless Aaron. His eyes wide with the pain of human nerves. This weak form could do nothing to match his opponents strength. He was afraid his demonic form may not either. That is when he hear him again. A deep voice that occasionally mimicked a snakes tongue flicker.

"You know what must be done." Aaron's face went pale. This voice.. no. Aaron lifted his head not of his own accord. He felt his humanity leave him. The light that balanced the dark. He wished for a moment he could stay Aaron forever.. he didn't want to kill, but Slaerihn did.

An intense heat loosened the grip on the boy, as he dashed back. The Aaron's face was now partially glossed over by black mist and he chuckled to himself, maddened almost. "Say hello to my father when you reach hell!". Another torrent of flame propelled Slaerihn twords his adversary and pushed him into a greater forced punch(8).

Panzer reeled back in shock,and discomfort at the man’s sudden rise in body temperature. Looking down at his hand, he saw light traces of smoke trailing from it, but no real damage. Looking up to the man, he noted the sudden propulsion forward, and grimaced.

“Time to put you down,” he muttered, as he reached his right hand forward. The mutant’s fist slammed into Panzer’s open palm, being completely stopped, as Panzer gripped the fist. Holding it with all of his titanic might, Panzer pulled back his left fist and would attempt slam it forward into the man’s stomach. (8) Upon finishing with that punch, he would draw back his fist again, sending in a second(9), and third(10) into the man’s gut, releasing his grip on the third.

The last punch would more than likely send the man flying backwards, or at least rupture his stomach.

The Punch came quick, but not quick enough. There was enough time for Slaerihn to jump and twist in a way that landed him on the back of his victim, and also broke his hand in the process. He winced with pain.  "Nice moves, rhino. Might need a little more speed tho.". He was going to use this opportunity to  roast this beef steak, but he had a better idea. Slaerihn kicked off of the man's back and landed in the doorway of some random citizen. He opened the door and grabbed the nearest thing, a young African American girl in her late 20s. Her hair was straightened and she wore jeans cut just under crotch level.  

"I can set this whole block ablaze you know! And pretty little things like this will be toast. You may not be a hero, but can you really let this whole complex go up" His broken hand snapped into place, almost to put emphasis on the situation.

Panzer quickly turned to face the man who had miraculously escaped from his iron grasp.His face was a mask of emotionless disinterest as he looked toward the man’s hostage. What he did take note of was the mutant’s extremely fast healing. He grimaced a tad. “This is gonna take even longer than I thought.” Shaking his head at the man, he would turn and walk back toward his apartment door frame. “Some warrior. Can’t fight head on. Kill her. God knows you couldn’t kill me.”

The taunt came out strong and unwavering, meaning he was completely serious. He didn’t care whatsoever about the lives of the people in this rathole apartment, but if this man did kill that woman, Panzer would have to kill him in return. That would clear his conscience.

His bluff was called. Sure Slaerihn couldn't care less for the human life, but Aaron was putting up a fight. He never agreed to hurt a civilian. They struggled in the recesses of their mind. Aaron had more control than Slaerihn over the body, yet his weakness led him to allow Slaerihn to take more, but Aaron couldn't let him take this life. The life of an innocent with a future, a life to live, choices to make. This was his philosophy for all life, but Slaerihn did not care. He equated taking a human life to swatting a bug. If he was stronger than it by so much, IT didn't deserve to live. To take up oxygen someone stronger could be using.
Aaron used the force of his will to release the girl and take partial control of his body. He looked to the hulk of a man and screamed to him "If you can knock me out do it! Else this entire block will go up in flames." This was gonna hurt, but what other choice did he have.
Aaron used the last of his might to push closer to the man and beg him with desperate eyes to make the hit quick.

Panzer happily obliged. The second the man had come within range, Panzer reeled back his fist, and let loose a swift right, slamming directly into the face of his opponent. The result was instantaneous caving of the front of the man’s skull and almost certainly fatal rattling of the brain. His body flew backwards at speeds too fast to register with a normal eye. He crashed through the wall and flew into the building next door, and through that one, into the next. The mutant traveled well through five buildings, or eleven walls in total, before finally falling onto the street level. The buildings had such varying distance that a real measurement of how far he went was hard to guess, but he landed on 110th street.

Panzer looked at the several holes he had created, before blowing on his fist, and turning back to walk into his apartment. He was bored, and reasonably sure that, that guy wasn’t going to be getting up any time soon. Duty called.

The End.