Blane felt very little resistance as he smashed through the window of the skyscraper and begun plummeting to his death. The man who had thrown him through peeked over to check he was indeed falling,and having been unsatisfied turned and dived out in pursuit, Blane felt a cold chill rise up his spine as he had only fallen fifty floors before deciding he may have picked to strong an opponent this time. ... This mans blazing white suit may be the last thing he ever sees.
Blane turned and drew his gun and began to fire at the man sized missile speeding towards him ,they were custom made bullets, coated with phosphorous and sure enough when they hit the man gliding after in pursuit ,he caught alight.This however had no effect and he had caught up to fast,the man on fire didn't seem to notice or make any move except speed up even more.
The fist seemed as fast as light and crunched into Blane's ribs,then the face,then his side in a never ending assault,the heat radiating out of the man was immense.Then out of the corner of his eyes Blane saw the ground climbing to meet them both,followed by a sickening crunch as the wind was knocked out of him,eyes swimming with darkness and silence met with blackness.............
