Righteous Lad
Vs Felix Faust"I'll lore them away and see if I can do anything to stop them!" Righteous Lad shouts while on the move and the twin formidably tough statues trail behind. The barrage of bullets the cops unloaded onto the two didn't work and there's certainly no need to keep the danger near the not-so-resilient lot in Konnence's opinion. 

They're fast despite being so heavy, but luckily just slower than Righteous Lad, enough to keep from cutting off the distance between them and the hero. However, the young man does eventually drift into a stop after traveling a little over three blocks away to an area devoid of civilians, and turns to face the restless clay-ninjas. He kicks off from where he is and lunges himself forward to deliver a right hook he was sure is going to knock one of their heads off. 

T H A C K. His fist does make contact, but it doesn't do anything. Not even fracture a small area on its face.

"What…? Ut–!?" He's taken by surprise, but he's still alert enough to weave his own head out of the way of an incoming stony fist, then counter attacks with a punch he pours twice as much power behind. It makes contact with the jaw region, but still NOTHING. 

“Urgh!?” In contrast, HE definitely feels the thrusting kick to his stomach the second statue gives him, sending him flying eight feet. The moment his upper back meets the ground, he quickly maneuvers into rolling backwards and positioning himself within a single-handed push-up posture, where he kicks off from to charge the two down again. 

{ “I'll just stop pulling punches, then!” } Konnence thinks to himself before he hops from the ball of his feet to throw out a flying roundhouse kick with everything he's got. 

K R O O O M ! His foot meets the head of one, but the sturdiness of the resilient statues promptly cuts the momentum of his attack, causing him to fumble back a few steps.

“Man, you guys are really tough!” He comments while regaining his balance and tapping the toe of the foot that was used against the ground to shake off the bit of pain pulsing through it.

 

In the next instant they're on him again. He weaves out of the way of a punch from one and blocks the follow up kick from the other with the palm of his hand. His left forearm blocks a high kick aiming for his head and his right hand catches a kick going for the side of his waist. Then the two continue their dual pressure with one lunging at him with a jump axe kick, which Konnence lifts both of his forearms in a horizontal fashion to block, before the other spins while crouching to sweep the hero off his feet.  Yet again, the young man's back collapses onto the ground, and one statue wastes no time to capitalize with a downward straight punch. 

Krrrnch! The blow only meets and leaves a crack in the solid ground thanks to Konnence reacting fast enough to partially roll his body on its side.

“Haaaugh!” Turning his body back to the opposite direction, he puts all of his might behind a swiping punch to the statue’s head. All that manages to do on contact is slightly turn its head to the side. And that's before it retaliates by giving a swiping backhand punch that sends the hero rolling a few feet away in a daze.

“Man, that… that got me–” THACK. A stomp to the back of his head, just as he was getting up, cuts his words short and sends him dropping flat on his stomach again.

“Achk! Khk! Guh! Ooof! Aaaugh! “ The stone ninjas kicking and stomping Righteous Lad in swift succession, leading to the young man curling up in a defensive position to protect himself as best as he can. Every hit hurts just as much or fairly more than the last. The assault comes to an end with a powerful soccer kick that makes it to his stomach, sending him flying and bouncing off a building with a harsh impact strong enough to leave behind a large crack where his back struck. 

 

Groaning where he lays, Konnence pushes him up to sit with his back against the face of the building behind him. Grimacing from the aching pain coursing through his limbs and torso. 

“...I guess I have to tap into a little more strength, huh?” He murmurs the question under his panting breaths, watching as the statues close in on him via walking. It's then he shuts his eyes and thinks back to the lessons a reliable associate of his taught him, especially the teachings of Soul Essence - the concept of drawing from one's own inner potential. He envisions a sponge at the core of his body, swelling and soaking with water. He inhales and then exhales before he pictures a disembody force squeezing the liquid from that sponge, even if just a bit. In the next moment a thin and radiant green aura begins taking shape around his body, flowing around him like a body of water gently swaying under a moon. It's at that moment he opens his eyes again and the bottom of a foot comes rushing for his face. Rather casually, Righteous Lad reacts in time to catch that incoming foot within his hand, and block the second kick with his opposite forearm. This was the result of tapping into enough potential to multiply his capabilities by x1.5 and hurdle over the previous gap between him and them.

 

“Okay…” Konnence calmly begins, pausing only to spare a moment to shove the two away. He rises from his sitting position and stands, dusting himself off while doing so. 

“Let's start round 2!” He enthusiastically demands with a new fire of motivation shining in his emerald colored eyes and just as he postures by cracking his knuckles within the palm of his hands one set after the other. The three charge forward for another clash, but this time Righteous Lad is even faster. He closes in until he's near enough to lunge one foot forward and throw out an upside-down jab that fractures pieces of stone from the statue's face on top of fully turning its head.

“Yeah, THERE it is…” He comments, his lips spreading and curving into a cheeky grin. The second statue attempts to take a swing from the side, but his free hand raises in time to catch that fist with ease. He retaliates with a thrusting high kick to its face, sending it collapsing onto its back with a ground-quaking thud a few feet away. 

“There's the satisfaction.” He concludes.

 

He rushes the one still stand while adopting a boxer's stance, fists tight & forearms up vertically in front of his face. A three hit combination striking the cheek, right pectoral region, and then a hook across the jaw all land with firm impacts and form cracks where they've hit. His stone adversary stumbles a step or two back, but does lunge in with a straight left - one Konnence sees coming with ease and leans his upper body to a side to avoid before quickly countering with a fierce left hook that breaks off a thick chunk of the statues mouth and chin. Quick to lay on the pressure, Righteous Lad makes a punching bag out of the statue in front of him and bombards it with explosive swift shots. Each hit resonates like a shotgun blast as the sound of crumpling stone fills his ears.  Just as he backs the statue up to the opposite sidewalk with his unrelenting pressure and is about to give the finishing blow, a stone hand suddenly grips at his shirt from the left flank. Quick to react, Konnence grips his left fist with his right hand and puts everything behind the jabbing elbow he connects with the chin of the statue behind him, beating out the punch that was on the verge of knocking at the back of his head. The force is enough to break its head from its shoulder and render it lifeless as it collapses onto the ground. When he turns his head to face the one in front of him again, he sees it closing in to deliver a punch. Instinctively, Konnence throws one out of his own. He's just quick enough to at least trade harsh blows with the remaining statue, breaking the sound barrier with their dual efforts. Righteous Lad knocks its head off as well and he watches it fall over onto its side. 

 

“Hnnngh…” He groans softly, frowning a bit as he reaches to dab his fingers against his cheek, then examines them. Shiny liquid gold stains his digits.

“Blood. I guess it opened a cut on my face.” He comments. It was true. It was rather small, but enough for his blood to trickle from the minor wound.

“At least it's over now.”

 

Still, the question remains… What exactly did Felix Faust steal from that museum? 

 

End.