Mystic moved first, his kinetic shoes bursting against the ground as he shot toward the Dragon Mask Karma, while Harold surged in the opposite direction, closing the distance with Elijah before she could shift her attention.
Their movements tore across the battlefield at high-tier speed, every step producing a sharp burst of force, every sudden change in direction carrying them forward with explosive momentum. The kinetic weapons built into their equipment were responsible for much of that acceleration, turning every movement into a violent launch that made the distance between them disappear almost instantly.
"Karma, take the boy alive, the boss needs him alive." Elijah explained, twisting her body away from another attack, Harold's strike cutting through the space where her head had been only a moment before.
She continued slipping around his attacks, her movements sharp and precise, while the other fight erupted only a short distance away.
Before Karma could properly react to the incoming attack, a series of kicks crashed into him one after another, the force of each impact lifting his body higher, then higher again, before the final blow drove him toward the ground.
The masked fighter barely had time to stabilize before Mystic was already moving again, his body spiralling through the air as he redirected his momentum downward.
He slammed into the ground with enough force to release a violent shockwave, the burst of kinetic energy racing outward across the surface and throwing Karma toward the school wall.
Dust and fragments scattered from the impact, while Mystic landed and immediately shifted his stance, his eyes tracking the movement ahead of him rather than lingering on the damage he had caused.
"It feels so better when I am not at the receiving end for once." He explained to himself, his body already moving before the thought had fully settled.
Karma came rushing back with a dash kick, the attack aimed directly at him, but he leaned away at the last instant, the masked leg passing close enough to disturb the air beside him. The momentum carried the attacker forward, and Mystic turned with it, keeping himself prepared for the next movement instead of allowing the dodge to slow him down.
The exchange continued at close range, their positions shifting with every strike, until Karma caught the timing of one movement and tripped him. Mystic dropped toward the ground, his balance broken for only an instant, but his arms caught the surface and redirected his momentum.
His body twisted, one leg sweeping upward in a spinning kick that struck the masked fighter and launched him into the air.
Before the opponent could recover, he kicked off the ground with his arms, driving both legs upward and striking the masked face with both feet, sending Karma even higher.
At the peak of the ascent, Mystic reached him, his hands locking onto the opponent before gravity could pull either of them apart.
Their bodies began plummeting together, twisting through the air in a spiral as the ground rushed upward beneath them. He maintained his grip until the final moment, then drove the masked fighter into the ground with a crushing impact.
The surface buckled beneath Karma, another shockwave spreading outward, but when the dust began to clear, the Dragon Mask was still there, his body having absorbed the assault with barely any visible damage.
"Why are you so fucking strong. When I heard about the bosses obsession with you I thought you were sweet or defenceless but no, you can fight." Karma grunted while still on the ground, one hand pressing against the damaged surface as he pushed himself upward.
The mask remained fixed over his face, hiding whatever expression might have accompanied the words. Mystic shifted his weight forward, preparing to strike again, but the kinetic boots suddenly flared beneath the other fighter, energy gathering around them in an instant.
Before Mystic could bring his attack down, the stored energy erupted, the kinetic boots detonating against the ground and releasing a concentrated explosion. The blast caught him in the middle of his movement, throwing him away while the force rattled through his body, damaging him and leaving his muscles stunned for a brief moment.
Karma used that opening immediately, planting both hands against the ground and propelling himself forward, his body cutting through the lingering smoke before his arms extended toward the target.
A frontal blast of kinetic energy erupted from his hands, the force expanding outward in a powerful shockwave that pushed everything in its path away.
Mystic struggled through the lingering effects of the explosion, his body still recovering as the attack passed through the space around him. Across the battlefield, the other confrontation continued, Harold's movements becoming harder to follow as Elijah avoided each attempt to reach her, while the promised backup still failed to appear.
Karma raised one glowing hand, energy gathering around it as the light intensified, concentrated power building toward another attack. His arm remained extended, the glow growing brighter, but then the motion stopped.
Mystic's attention had shifted beyond the masked fighter, his eyes moving toward the other side of the battlefield, where something had changed. Harold, the amazing police officer who had been fighting Elijah only moments before, was now lying on the ground, blood visible across his body.
"What you going to do now boy, you can't win against the both of us at once now." Elijah explained, standing over the fallen officer while the distance between the three remaining fighters closed.
Harold remained on the ground, bleeding but not dead, while no sign of the backup he had mentioned earlier appeared anywhere around them. Mystic stared at the scene for only a moment, his body tightening as the situation shifted, then his hand moved toward his equipment.
The kinetic blade appeared in his grip, its edge catching the light as he lowered his stance. His kinetic shoes ignited beneath him, energy surging through the mechanisms as his body disappeared into a burst of speed. Purple slashes trailed behind him as he crossed the battlefield, each movement carrying another cutting strike toward Elijah.
The attacks struck against the technology protecting her, producing impacts without drawing blood, the force dispersing across the equipment instead of reaching her body. The next second, Mystic teleported forward, appearing directly within striking distance.
The sudden change in position left Elijah stunned for an instant, and he used that opening without hesitation. His body spun, one leg driving downward as he kicked her toward the ground, the force carrying her beneath him before the impact erupted into a massive shockwave.
The surface fractured outward from where she landed, debris and dust thrown into the air as Mystic landed nearby, already preparing to continue the assault. She had no time to recover before he dashed toward her again, the kinetic shoes driving him forward in another burst of impossible speed.
The blade moved repeatedly as he advanced, each slash forcing her backward, his own position changing with every strike. He moved through the space between them so quickly that the attack became a continuous sequence of purple flashes, each one cutting across her defences while his momentum carried him farther from his original position.
The sequence ended with another dash, Mystic reversing the distance he had created and driving the attack back toward her. The sudden movement knocked Elijah away, sending her toward his location as the force of the strike redirected her body across the battlefield.
Dust followed her path, while the kinetic equipment around her continued absorbing the damage. He remained planted for only a moment before shifting his attention, because the movement behind him had already begun.
"Not bad for the police's lap dog." She mutters, recovering from the impact as her feet found the ground again.
The words reached him before he could move, and his posture changed, his grip tightening around the kinetic blade. His head turned toward her, his attention briefly locked on the insult, but the battlefield offered no time for the reaction to last.
Mystic did not have time to act, because Elijah was not the only opponent still moving. Karma came rushing in from the side, the Dragon Mask cutting through the space with another burst of speed, his fists already driving toward him.
Mystic twisted away from the first punch, then the second, each strike passing close enough to force another adjustment. The kinetic shoes carried him backward and sideways in rapid bursts, while the blade remained ready in his hand, but the technology could only compensate for so much.
Another punch came toward him, forcing Mystic to duck beneath it before the masked fighter changed direction and followed. The attacks continued without giving him enough space to fully counter, every movement demanding another dodge, another burst from the kinetic equipment, another shift of his feet.
His body moved faster than ordinary movement could allow, yet the pressure remained constant, the two opponents continuing to close around him while the damaged battlefield offered less and less room to maneuver.
Karma drove another attack forward, Mystic twisting away as the fist passed beside him, then stepping back with the kinetic shoes before the next strike could connect.
The blade remained lowered for the moment, his attention divided between both enemies, while Elijah recovered nearby. Harold was still down, the blood across him stark against the ground, and the backup that had been expected earlier still had not appeared.
Mystic shifted his stance, his feet sliding across the damaged ground as he kept both opponents within sight.
The kinetic mechanisms continued humming beneath his equipment, ready to propel him forward again, while the purple glow from the blade remained visible through the dust. Karma advanced from one direction, Elijah from another, forcing him to calculate every movement before making it.
"This fight isn't over."