Going Under: Hold Your Breath

Part 33: James

James quickly dodged Hitler's quick right hook, following it up with two jabs at lightning speed.
"You're fast," Hitler chuckled, spitting a stream of blood out. It floated upwards, spreading apart as it drew closer to the surface.
"That's an understament. Give up, you were just a dictator, not a speedster," James said.
"I am a führer, you scum," Adolph chuckled. He faked to his right, quickly spinning behind James. Adolph punched James two times on his liver. Groaning and grabbing his waist, James kneeld on the ground.
"I decide when you die and when you live boy," Adolph calmly said. He kicked James on his stomach, then he grabbed his hair, punching James two times on his face.
Adolph stepped back, "You put up a honorable fight, nobody's made me bleed before," Adolph said, his arm stretching for Jame's handshake.
"Fuck you," James said he spat a stream of blood upwards at Adolph. Screaming, James vibrated his entire body at such high speeds, time slowed down for him.
Punching Adolph on his face and chest multiple times, he finished it with by kicking Adolph straight at his jaw.
James laid back down and acted wounded in front of Adolph, James stopped vibrating.
Jame's blood splashed across Adolph's face.
"Pity, resorting to spitting like a whore. How about i treat you like one," Adolph began to unbuckle his pants, Hitler flew across the riverbed. Rocks hitting against him, pebbles flying.
"Spin on those Axis," James laughed.
The rest of the soldiers stared at James in shock.
"Dude you're a superhro," Kent laughed, he began to walk towards James. A spear swung towards Kent, making him stop in his tracks.
"You think it's smart to attack me when I'm your leader's killer's best friend," Kent asked.
"Step down Leonidas," a clean cut Emperor said. He was dressed in a white cloth, but it was red in some spots, slashes covered his chests and back.
"No Julius, unlike you Romans, we Spartans never back down," Leondias roared.
"Stop this nonsense, he shall live, he's a formidable opponent," Hitler said. Wiping off his dark brown uniform, he helped James to his feet.
"By the Gods," Julius gasped.
The soldiers backed away from James, lightning crackled on the riverbed floor, making the submereged street lights glow for an instant.
Mist and Ezekiel appeared on top of a building.
"I see you couldn't stop fighting for five minutes when I was gone," Mist called to Hitler.
"I was getting bored, your highness, we were on our way," Hitler said.
"Still so primitive," Mist snapped to Ezekiel.
"Whoa whoa hold the hell up, dude thats Adolph Hitler, over there is Leondias and there's Julius Caesar," Ezekiel yelped.
"And," Mist asked, confusion on his face.
"They're supposed to be dead, not in this lake," Ezekiel said, he slowly backed away from Mist.
"Mortal how do you think they accomplished such wonders in your world," Mist asked, he watched the soldiers walk ahead of him.
Silence.
"I help them in their petty wars, and they serve me in the afterlife," Mist chuckled.
"Man. Willing to give up their souls to accomplish nothing in a world thats doomed to fall," Mist said with ice in his voice.
"You make very true points, but let these souls rest, they deserve it," Ezekiel said.
"Leondias raped the women that he captured, Julius thought of himself as a god. Hitler nearly wiped out an entire race, they deserve this and more," Mist snapped.
"Well if you're acting like the judge, jury and executioner, who's judging you, I'm sure you've done something wrong in your life," Ezekiel said.
"Yes," I've lost my way, grown more violent," Mist whispered.
"I will help you find your road again. If you help me kill the author that has done me wrong," Ezekiel suggested.
"Deal," Mist said, shaking Ezekiel's hand.