Roz

Brotherly Confrontation

Roz crashes through the apartment and lands on the road. He lies there with the graffiti beside him which he thought he could steal. Under the dimly lit street lamps of Boston, Ezequiel towers before Roz, his presence casting a foreboding shadow over the deserted alleyway. Roz's heart quickens as he takes in the imposing figure before him, his mind racing with fear and uncertainty. "You," Ezequiel's voice echoes with authority, "You are the one we seek. Surrender peacefully, or face the consequences." Roz's eyes widen in disbelief as he tries to comprehend the gravity of the situation. He has no memory of his past or any crimes he may have committed, but the intensity of Ezequiel's gaze leaves no room for doubt.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Roz stammers, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I don't even know who I am." Ezequiel's expression remains impassive as he sizes up Roz, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Ignorance is no defense," he retorts coldly. "You will come with me, willingly or not." 

With a sudden surge of power, Ezequiel launches himself forward, his fist aimed squarely at Roz's chest. Roz reacts instinctively, dodging to the side with a swift, fluid motion. The force of Ezequiel's blow sends shockwaves rippling through the air, cracking the pavement beneath their feet. 

Roz counters with a swift kick to Ezequiel's midsection, his foot connecting with a satisfying thud. But Ezequiel barely flinches, his formidable strength absorbing the impact with ease. With a fierce growl, he retaliates with a barrage of punches, each blow landing with bone-jarring force. 

Roz staggers under the onslaught, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to keep pace. Drawing upon his powers, he focuses his energy, summoning a powerful sonic wave to buffet Ezequiel and throw him off balance. 

As Ezequiel reels from the unexpected assault, Roz seizes the opportunity to strike, unleashing a torrent of energy that envelops his opponent in a blinding flash of light. Ezequiel roars in frustration, his vision obscured as he struggles to regain his bearings.

But Roz isn't finished yet. Drawing upon his mastery of pressure manipulation, he unleashes a devastating wave of force that sends Ezequiel hurtling through the air, crashing into the alley wall with bone-crunching force.

But Ezequiel is relentless, his attacks coming with relentless precision. He ducks and weaves, his movements fluid and graceful as he anticipates Roz's every move. With a well-timed sweep of his leg, he knocks Roz off balance, sending him crashing into a nearby apartment building with a deafening crash.

Inside the cramped apartment, Ezequiel's eyes blazed with ferocious intensity as he unleashed beams of concentrated energy. The searing lasers sliced through the air, leaving trails of smoke in their wake as they hurtled toward Roz. 

Roz, ever the agile combatant, danced around Ezequiel's attacks with a fluid grace. He countered with a rapid succession of punches and kicks, each strike delivered with pinpoint accuracy. His movements were a blur of motion as he weaved through the onslaught, his wings fluttering with each evasive maneuver.

Ezequiel pressed forward with unrelenting force, his fists a blur as he rained blows upon Roz. Each strike carried the weight of his immense strength, threatening to overwhelm his opponent with sheer power. But Roz refused to yield, his punches landing with precision as he fought to hold his ground.

With a mighty blow, Ezequiel's fist connected squarely with Roz's chest, sending him hurtling through the shattered remnants of the apartment's window. Roz crashed onto the pavement below, the impact jolting him into a dazed stupor as pain radiated through his body.

Before he could recover, Ezequiel descended upon him like a vengeful storm, raining down blow after punishing blow. Each strike landed with bone-crunching force, driving Roz deeper into the cold, hard pavement until darkness threatened to consume him.

As Roz lay battered and bruised, Ezequiel hovered over him, his eyes ablaze with anger and insolence. He looked at Roz, preparing to unleash a deadly barrage of laser beams that would surely spell Roz's doom.

But before he could act, a hail of gunfire erupted from the darkness, cutting through the night with deadly precision. Soldiers emerged from their vehicles, their weapons trained on Ezequiel as they unleashed a relentless volley of bullets.

Caught off guard, Ezequiel recoiled, his plans thrown into disarray by the sudden onslaught. Fear flickered in his eyes as he realized the danger of his situation. With a swift motion, he spread his wings and took to the sky, fleeing into the darkness with all the speed he could muster.

As he vanished into the night, Roz lay motionless on the pavement, the echoes of the battle still ringing in his ears. Ashley and Jacob oversee the chaos and try to run over to Roz before seeing the soldier lining up in front of him. A soldier stepped forward, issuing orders into his comms unit with urgency. "Bring him in," he commanded, his tone tinged with authority. Moments later, a figure appeared from a nearby army vehicle, striding purposefully into view. Sergeant Taylor Roberts, a twenty-five-year-old man with an air of confidence bordering on arrogance, surveyed the scene with a look of undisguised pride. His gaze swept over the assembled soldiers before settling on Roz, his expression unreadable as he assessed the situation before him.

"Get him to the Pentagon," he ordered, his voice low and commanding, betraying no hint of emotion. "We need to study his physiology and determine exactly what we're dealing with here." Sergeant Roberts leaned in closer as Roz was being loaded onto the vehicle, addressing him directly. "Let's see what you're made of," he reassured, his tone calm yet authoritative. "We're going to take care of you."