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The fight raged on, Farley slowly being pushed back. Before Anatoly could assist him, there was a Boom! and Farley was launched back. He skidded along the ground, bounced up, flailing like a ragdoll, then slid into the wall and lay still.
Standing across the yard, in the corner from which the attack had originated, was a tall, dark-skinned man. He had stubble on his face and his hair was cut in the military fashion. That wasn't the only part of him that was militaristic: he wore camouflage pants, an olive, long-sleeved shirt, and a combat vest with pockets and flaps and all the bells and whistles.
As Anatoly watched, the man dusted himself off and looked around. He saw the tired Blazer and made a move, but suddenly four shapes intervened. It was none other than Sokaru and her team, Alan, Veral'De, and Jem. Sokaru began to attack the man without hesitation, shouting commands over her shoulder. Alan was dispatched to check on Nathan, Veral'De to check Crash.
The man repulsed Sokaru for a moment and locked eyes with Jem. The man smirked and began to deftly block or dodge Sokaru's strikes as he slowly reached for a walkie-talkie.
"Strang!" he called into it. "I'm talking to you, rookie. Show me what you got. We've got a team of Blazers on my position, hit the one that's just standing like a retard." He began to rattle off coordinates.
All the while, Sokaru was doing her best to keep him pinned, and she seemed to be doing a good job, due in no small part to Crash and Farley's contributions.
Anna and Z were still in the front, side area of the building, so they had no idea what was happening just yet.
Anatoly was fatigued and leaning on the wall, mostly unable to move.
Blaine and Mike were rolling on the ground, still trying to beat the other.
Nathan was lying on the ground, unconscious or not. It was unclear.
Sokaru and the unknown man were engaged in combat.
Alan was checking on Crash, who was still lying unconscious by the car.
Veral'De was on his way to check on Nathan, then the rest of the unconscious Blazers.

Jem stayed back from the fight with Sokaru and them. He still wasn't sure this had been a good idea, but Sokaru had been... insistent. The fire Mysticker on his arm felt foreign, alien, unnatural.

Anatoly watched as Jem circled the fight uselessly. The kid looked frustrated, irate at being helpless, wanting to do something but not knowing what.

When the mysterious man's back was approaching him, he tensed, beginning to prepare for a back attack. He inched forward.

Suddenly, his neck snapped back as his body was blown forward, throwing him to the ground. He clawed at his throat, his mouth opening and closing like he was a fish on land or something. His legs kicked and struggled; after about half a minute, he went limp abruptly. Huh?

Anatoly's eyes looked around for the cause, and found one in the form of a man lying in a patch of crabgrass several yards away. He stood, dusting himself off. He wore camo cargo pants and a dark gray long-sleeved shirt, but the left sleeve was rolled up to reveal a fire Mysticker and some other Mysticker he couldn't identify on his arms. He saw something glint in the sun next to the man's index finger, next to a Mysticker on his thumb and palm with a glove that had cut-off fingers. The man adjusted his glasses and brushed back his hair - jaw-length, light brown - and approached Jem to check his pulse.

His hand came to Jem's neck. Was this the "Strang" that crazy guy mentioned?

Jem's punch snapped the new man's neck back so hard his glasses went flying as he stumbled back. I thought that was too sudden of a stop. Jem rolled backwards and delivered a headbutt to the newcomer's chin as he stood. The new guy, presumably this "Strang," stumbled back, his right hand clutching his nose.

"Operative Jenner Strang, get your a** in gear!" the crazy guy yelled as he ducked an attack by Sokaru, adding as he jumped another, "That's an order!"

"Yes sir!" the newcomer yelled back, taking his hand down and letting the blood flow from his nose. Jem was already rushing to close the distance again.

Jenner brought a hand to each elbow and swung them along the forearms at Jem as his index finger swiped the palm/thumb Mysticker. A wire with a red-hot glow swept out and seared Jem's pants as it tripped him, then wrapped around his wrist. Jem screamed as the burning wire charred the flesh. Anatoly smelled cooked meat from where he sat.

Jem swept his other arm, with its sleeve, at the wire. Jenner released its slack a little, and Jem's injured wrist shot back out. Jem braced his hands and legs against the ground and delivered a flying headbutt at Jenner's stomach. Jenner tried to sidestep, but Jem twisted and grabbed his leg as he shot past, dragging him to the ground. Jenner struggled to get an advantage, but Jem straddled him and began to release short, tight alternating punches at Jenner's face. Jenner responded by deflecting two and swiping the unknown Mysticker, with an upward thrust of his arm. Jem was blown about two feet into the air.

As he flew, Jenner once again swept the Wire Mysticker. The prehensile wire emerged from the glove's finger hole and wound itself around his knuckles several times. As Jem fell, Jenner braced his arm against the ground and allowed Jem's neck to fall on his fist. Jem, too shocked to react, caught the punch with the side of his neck and fell off to Jenner's right. Jenner shoved his face into the ground and unwound the wire a little before wrapping it around Jem's neck.

The prehensile wire pinned Jem to the ground as Jenner stood and placed a foot on Jenner's head. The struggling boy's resistance fell as the wire tightened. His struggling became spasmodic, weaker over time, until he no longer moved. Jenner tested to make sure he was out of commission by heating his wire again. The smell of cooked flesh again entered Anatoly's nostrils, but Jem's struggling had ceased entirely. Satisfied, the panting Jenner recalled the wire.

((tl;dr Jenner is ******** awesome, Jem was ******** awesome.))

((Shush, you, Jem was too underdeveloped for me to care and that's why he died.

I wanted Joe to let Jem just turn down the Guardians' offer, but Joe's like, "No. He must DIEZ."

So he got one good kung fu scene one actual scene in which he did anything at all before he died.))

Jenner turned around and saw the fire arrow coming. He swept the wire out and hurled a cinder block into the arrow's path, blocking it. He assumed a low stance with his left hand out and his right hand on his left elbow.

Anatoly looked at them with one eye as he rested against the building, hoping to just go unnoticed.

((Keep in mind, having him kill Anatoly right now would be like having him do what Paul did to the Acolyte, without the emotional/adrenaline excuses.))

((All of that was for SirBayer.))

Jenner got back up and rubbed his sides a little. That had been unpleasant.

Nathan had gotten closer, and traced his Steel Mysticker. Well, hey, it was worth a shot. He got as close as he could and tried to encase Jenner's throat in steel. Failing that, he would go for the feet.

((Feh. Dinner.

Syndicate might be updated but I thought you didn't post, Venom.))

"Whoashit!" Jenner yelled as Nathan rushed him. He swept the Mysticker on his arm - Shove - and kinetically transferred a punch to Nathan's face, without the corresponding risk of breaking his hand that would come if he didn't use Shove.

((Shove = remote transfer of kinetic energy.))