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All these assumptions...when the boy should be assuming just one thing...

Nothing.

John's footing didn't slip. In fact, he slammed his right foot into the ice before it formed around his foot, into the bitchumen beneath the ice, keeping his footing solid. His other, left foot, was hit by the punch - but John had twisted his leg anyways to slam his foot into the ground, the blow glancing off the side of the knee harmlessly.

Tomorrow was an electical elemental. He'd faced such powers as Maximos, Vahn the Efreet and Unsane. He had trained within all the elements, especially in the ones he was weakest in - because then he was less able to be weakened within them.

Now the boy had stooped his body downward, and John took advantage of the situation. The boy's bodsy would have slipped to the left - right into the crook of Tomorrow's left arm as it came up to wrap around his neck, the bicep pressing straight into the boy's throat and digging under his chin as his forearm pressed against the side of his neck, cutting off all circulation, breath and speech as he straightened up, lifting the boy off the ground to leave his feet dangling.

As he did this, Tomorrow used the slipperyness of the boy's captured wrist to his advantage - easing the pressure to the boy's wrist a few iotas as he lifted him off the ground, Tomorrow pulled the boy's arm back and up the middle of his back, locking the hand somewhere near his neck. The move was lightening fast, thanks to the slipperyness of the boy's wrist - John was able to lock the arm quicker, thanks to the fact that he didn't have to release all the pressure he'd put on it, thus risking the lock from breaking free.

Now the boy was a few inches off the icy ground, in a headlock, with a very large man behind him threatening to snap his neck/crush his throat with the flex of a bicep or dislocate/rip his arm off.

And Tomorrow was still laughing that half-manical laugh, almost as if he was enjoying himself...

...Then again, Maximos did perform the same trick often with shadows. Which were harder to get away from, seeing as Maximos' shadows were nigh to unbreakable...

Ice and rock, however, were physical. Manageable. And if John could smash his boots into them...

...He could rip them out of them.

As the ice shrank around him, collecting beneath him, Tomorow's laughter grew - as he tightened his grip on both the boy's arm and neck and bent low, the ice beginning to grow smaller and thicker around his feet - as he suddenly leapt into the air with the boy in his arms!!

The force of the leap ripped a good chunk of the road and ice out as Tomorrow's feet followed his legs, but John only used this to carry his side-wards leap - cartwheeling his massive body through the air, flying right over the gasping crowd - to land on his feet outside the ring of spectators, the rocky ice shattering as he landed to scatter all around his boots.

Tomorrow's laughter finally died down as he exerted just a little more pressure on the boy's neck, pulling the boy's arm further up his back, putting him in more pain - and making him listen. "I dont think you understand, son...this isn't a crowded road...this is an operating room..."

Tomorrow's left arm suddenly tightened ariound the boy's neck as he viciously yanked the boy's arm straight up. A brutal tearing sound would emit from the right shoulder as the ligaments tore, following by a wet popping noise as Tomorrow seperated the humerus from the clavical.

"...and i'm the surgeon."

If the boy thought some ice was going to hurt him, he was surely mistaken.

Still flying through the air, Tomorrow's laughter grew louder. "That's it, boy! Show me what you've got!!" He shouted between laughter - before twisting his body up as they entered the ice-tunnel.

Flying straight up, John's arms still tightly grasping the boy, he pulled his legs apart, shattering the rock and ice connecting his boots - before he craned his back forward, sheilding the boy from what was about to happen as they reached the start of the tunnel -

Before John's back rammed straight into the tunnel's mouth, the ice shattering and crunching as his body flew straight into it with enough force to launch a good 500lbs into the air - before they began to fall - straight down towards the pointy ice-punjabs sticking out of the ground still.

"My bet is this'll hurt you more then it'll hurt me..." Tomorrow muttered into the boy's ear. Even if the boy could take the ice in the chest and stomach, he would still have to worry about being body-slammed into the ground by a 300-pound Tribal - who was now peeved, seeing as his neck really hurt from that slam into the ice...

((I was kinda going with the flow. I dont see how you can convert a former attack into a desperation attack and stil have enouhg power to use more energy to make something bigger then what you would have perviously done, even though you've already admitted to being half-way choked. But if you want Tomorrow to smash his way out, i'll edit.))

((I was hoping, seeing as your character would be totally ******** by now in real life, but, whatever...i'm starting to sound like Jello, ergh...))

((Are you accpeting defeat, then? coz it's just as easy for John to simply not return to Latent...or the entire forum, for that matter.))

((Very well.))

Sailing toward the stabbing icicles, John could see through his sunglasses the water trickling off the tip of one - before realising his prey was unconcious in his arms, unable to fight back.

Grimacing, his body sparked briefly - before a sheer sheet of plasma flashed out over the spikes, the purest form of electricity flashing before Tomorrow and the boy's body to allow them to land unmolested.

...Well, not the boy, who was crushed underneath John's body. John wasn't finished, as he rolled to the side as the chute of ice above them finally allowed gravity to take hole, flying down to shatter what had been left of the ice.

Getting up off the boy - who now had one dislocated shoulder, a broken sternum, and a very bruised neck - John gave him a kick in the guts for good measure.

"Thats for being pig-headed, Spear." He muttered, bending down to pick up his sunglasses which had fallen off from the impact, placing them back on his nose. "Perhaps next time you should be more polite instead of being so pig-headed."

He looked about him, to the crowd, who was staring at him in awe.

Shrugging, he put his hands in his pockets and pushed his way through the crowd, walking away. His message had been delivered...nobody messes with a man who had felled a good few foes in his time. Who was also a GSF agent.

Guess i'm not so rusty after all...