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Black Mask never loses a fight, yeah he gets beat up, but he never falls to the ground, now I know why. Foresight. He can see glimpses of the future. Don't know how old he is. He rose to fame quickly in 1998. He was shorter then I'm assuming younger. But that's too much talking. A little bit too much. Or is it? It's been 13 years since he rose to fame, and he remains the best at his job. It's rare to find him out here though. He's usually stuck with politics.

"Alright Morph, I'll give you to the count of three," One. Two. Morph jumps at him. Once in the air, Black Mask dive rolls under him, having something sharp on his knuckles of his right hand. Going for the guts. BANG! I close my eyes immediately. CLANK! It hit something metal. His right hand. Opening my eyes I look closely at Black Mask's hand, I was right. No I was. Wait no, I'm just talking to myself at this point. Literally.

"Nice try." Immediately after landing Morph turned to me. Full on sprinting, "I thought you forgot about me!" He smiled "Like he'll I would!" I booked it out of the area eith Morph behind me, "Bruh leave me alone!" No ill handle this. Easily. I stopped running. Turned around to look at Morph eye to eye. It's all about timing. Smirking I ran for him. As I got closer he started jumping towards me. Those claws looks scary, sharp and deadly. But I got this. Yeah yeah, wait no Idon't. Why am I pep talking myself?

"Come here you big loaf of stupid!" Slowly I saw his eye grow smaller, and he grew in size. The bigger he gets the less conscious he is. Don't know how big he has to get. And I don't want to find out. He leaped over to me, in a single bound he was practically above me. Stabbing now! My left arm drew a sword and stabbed him.

My face instantly covered in blood, I quickly moved the sword to my left, widening his wound. I let go of the sword, and my right arm manage to get the sword while on the opposite end, aiming for his other side I slashed at him. Again more blood. This is not me. Its me. No no no. I-its...

all happenings within seconds I jumped out behind him as he fell hitting the ground, I could hear his body hit the ground and could make out the exact time he landed on his wound. Wound is an understatement. If anything he was definitely split in half.

"What did I..." I stare at my hands, covered in blood. Breathing heavily, "I-I spoke without..." I paused, "Moved without..." is is this a crest? Do I have powers? Where the hell is Stinger?! Don't ignore what just happened. I'm not ignoring it, I needed someone to, wait you. You don't sound like me. Who are you? What are you doing inside my head. Wait I can make the voice in my head sound a certain away. Meaning I. Just thinking to myself. "Whoa, kid did you do that?" A female, Assassin.

"Uhh. Yes I did, and I'll do it again." No. Oh I like this voice, sounds like a cool me. Why wouldn't I do it again? Morph is a changer, his monster died not him. That's right, so that means he just on the ground surrounded by blood but no wounds. Human form. I look back. "Or not. Is he actually dead?" Wow, must have over did it.

"Kid I saw it go down, happened within a matter of seconds, I think I know who should fight you." She reaches for her right ear with her hand, "Boss this one's yours." POW! Stinger had turned her around and punched her. "Should have known you'd get out."

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