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Neon slowly walked away from the man, very slowly, he made sure no sudden movements. But either way, the cannibal continued walking closer and closer, his footsteps were large strides and his lips continued to drip with the blood of whoever the poor man on the floor was.

"Hey... person..." he said, "umm... is there even a remote chance that you won't attack me? I just wanna be on my merry way and you can continue with your little... umm..." Neon felt like he was going to throw up, "friend there."

The man continued to come closer to him however, he gripped his club in his hands and Neon looked the man over. He had joints, his limbs seemed to bend and he had bones, he was taller than Neon, he walked with a small limp and one of his eye balls kept on twitching.

He looked around at his options for weaponry, but there was nothing that would be useful.

The cannibal suddenly charged forwards and gave his club a giant swing. Neon went wide eyed and dodged the swing. Neon's mind was going haywire again, this time is a whole different section and with completely different thoughts. His mind was being quick, making every movement in the world seem slow.

Neon jumped back and ducked when the man swung another throw. Neon ran under the man's swinging arm and slammed an elbow in the man's shoulder blades, sending the man to the ground in pain and his club falling from his hand. Neon jumped over him and kicked the club away. The man managed to get to his feet and went to attack Neon with his bare hands.

Neon remained slouched slightly, his hands forwards and his feet light enough for him to hop backwards and forwards. The man continued to swing and throw punches. Neon went wide eyed when the man's fist slammed into the ground and caused it to crack and chip. Neon gulped as the man pulled his fist back up and went to strike again.

Send it flying.

Neon grabbed the man's fist and guided it so it shot past his ear; the man's whole body was forced to be twisted.

Hit the pressure point strike.

Neon slammed another elbow into the man's pressure point in the shoulder.

The man fell to his knees and growled; his hunger turning into anger as he rose and went to swing again. Neon dodged by ducking and punched the man's knee. He yowled in pain as he kneeled to the ground.

Jaw hit...

Neon made a quick punch to the man's jaw and he fell to the ground. He yelled as he attempted getting up again. Neon made another punch to his jaw and it dislocated entirely. The man fell to the ground. Neon didn't want to take any chances as he grabbed one of the man's shoulders, adjusted his grip quickly and gave it a good yank, popping out his shoulder. The man yowled in pain again as he held his sore arm.

Neon went to run over to the club, but he slipped and face planted the ground. He looked down at the ground, his gut tying itself into a painful set of knots as he wiped the blood off his face and felt intestines and guts tangled in his hands. He stared in utter horror.

"Jason, look at this," the Professor said pointing to the thought screen.

Jason leaned forwards and watched as what seemed like a memory started playing, whatever it was there seemed to be blood and gore.

Neon suddenly felt the man grab him from behind, his thoughts abandoning him as he was lifted off the ground by his neck. The man growled in anger, but smirked with delight at the prize he was about to win. Neon didn't hold back, he used the most powerful tool he currently had in his possession, and it was a sure fire way to get the man to release him.