The Duel

You and your would be mentor have gathered in the training hall, the Sim Training area to be precise.

The walls, ceiling, even the floor is covered in these strange transparent tiles that look almost like television screens.

Chad inputs a string of numbers into a keypad in the far corner of the room before stepping towards the center.

The tiles shift, pushing outwards or pulling inwards to build up the terrain of an empty city street, cars and trash litter the streets completing the effect.

It’s hard to say if this is just advanced technology or some kind of magic, to be honest you don’t know enough about either to make a guess.

Chad stands ahead, slowly growing, inch by inch and foot by foot, until he towers high over head, about half the size of one of the many skyscrapers in view.

“Tell you what you give up now and MAYBE I’ll let you go, unharmed” He says craning his head down to you, seems his head finally can fit his ego now.

“What’s wrong? Scared of a fight?!” You shout defiantly, getting low, prepared to charge at a moments notice.

Without warning he raises his foot to stomp onto you, he misses you be a mile as you dash ahead, passing between his legs and using your momentum to strike at his ankle.

“Ah..! Goddamn ankle biter…”

His body jolts slightly at the sensation, with your size relative to his your attacks must feel like little stinging sensations, annoying but not enough to end the fight.

In your experience, bodies this large tend to take up a lot of energy to operate, this is more or less a war of attrition.

You spend the next several minutes avoiding his attacks slowly but steadily you watch as he runs out of steam his breathing becomes labored and his movements become sluggish.

Finally he over exerts himself attempting to kick you down the road only to stumble slightly bringing him down to one knee, holding onto the awning of a nearby storefront for support.

This is your chance, you rush ahead, time slows to a crawl as you run up the side of a skyscraper, it’s pristine windows crack beneath your boots in a spiderweb formation as you glide up along the building heading towards the giant.

You drop off the building and land onto the awning that he holds onto for support, his arm being used as a bridge as you sprint across it to his shoulder.

You start your **** there, drilling your fists into his neck and left cheek again and again, attacks he only reacts to several seconds after you start.

He pulls back from the direction of the pain sending him falling back into the city streets.

He’s only opened himself up to further attacks in this position however as you run across the slope of his chest and begin to strike at his chin and face.

Your strikes are so fast that you wonder if his nervous system can actually register them all or if they all just melt together into one severe stinging sensation that moves along his face region.

You’re given pause when your feel a rumbling beneath your feet, starting small but only growing in intensity.

You glance down and find his lips curled into a small pained grin as he chuckles beneath you.

For a moment you’re confused, you know that you’ve beaten him, there’s no way he’s trying to play off the damage you’ve dealt him.

But then it all clicks, together, he hasn’t touched you this entire time, sure your fast but he’s a seasoned veteran in the world of crime fighting, he would know how to deal with a speedster.

And for someone who just lost he seems awfully content with his defeat, especially considering who he is.

Your momentum leaves you as the world speeds up to meet your senses.

“You were going easy on me…”

“Heh… yeah… you got me…” he says his large eyes focusing on you as he folds his hands under his head.

“This was all some test…?” You say, your arms falling to your sides slightly dejectedly.

“Yeah…. Sorry… but, hey, look on the bright side, you passed..!”

“Then… why were you being such an asshole earlier…?”

“I didn’t want you to hold back” he says casually as his body starts to shrink beneath you, his body releasing some strange steam obscuring vision.

When the cloud clears he’s his normal self his black and gold suit spandex suit still fitting his frame.

“Hey, I’m starved, wanna grab some grub..? I know this place that gives discounts to capes with dietary needs”

Moments ago you were beating the shit out of him and now he wants to grab a bite with you suffice it to say you’re a little knocked off guard.

Though you must admit, you are starving too…