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Seeing Mister Noire place his left hand between Kazuma's left elbow and its target: Mister Noire's chin, Kazuma relinquished his grip on his right shoulder, balled his left hand in-to a tight fist, chambered a fist over his right shoulder, and attempted to back-fist Mister Noire's left hand out of the way.

The propeller blade on Kazuma's back continued to spin, driving him ever for-ward.

Lowering his chin, Kazuma braced for impact, attempting to smash in-to Mister Noire using the combined force of his leg drive and his Shell Bullet Burst move to slam him against the cage wall.

Instead of following through with a full spinning back-fist, Kazuma made the softest brush with the side of Mister Noire's left hand, then pulled his left arm back, going for a left hook, using his leading right leg to push off of so that the punch packed more power.

All he knew was that some-thing hit him then, and he went spinning back from the recoil.

He was losing a lot of blood, and did not want to pass out from the pain.

Alter users can manipulate and rearrange the atoms a-round them, thus forming their Alters.

Kazuma used his innate ability to do so by stealing a size-able chunk from the concrete floor be-low the cage, embedding the concrete chunk in his right shoulder to serve as a solid concrete pauldron that stopped up the bleeding so he could continue to fight.

It was almost instant that the chunk of concrete disappeared from the area be-low the cage floor and morphed in-to a solid hemisphere, which stuck to Kazuma's right shoulder.

Being that Kazuma was wearing sneakers with insulating rubber soles, the native Alter stood unphased by Mister Noire's cattle-prod-like technique.

"Proud fist," uttered the Alter user. The propeller blade on his back deatomized. Armor alloy crept up his body from the bottom up, replacing the propeller on his back with a long, whip-like tentacle. His final transformation had begun.

A new set of armor crept across Kazuma's left arm, encasing his entire body from the bottoms of his feet to the top of his skull, leaving his face open. A red lion's mane spilled down his back, and another tentacle protruded from the back of his left shoulder, a side effect of the transformation. "What strength," observed the Alter user as Noire broke a piece of the cage off, throwing it at Kazuma's left fist. Kazuma merely opened his left hand, catching the fist-sized piece of steel in his fist while he walked to-ward Mister Noire. A black gadget on the back of his armored left hand opened, drawing void-like energy from the Alter dimension, amplifying his strength. The tentacles on his back writhed, and he floated forty-five degrees in-to the air, grabbing the top of the cage. He flung him-self at Noire, attempting to come down on him and crush him with his armored boots.

Buffeted by the shock-wave, Kazuma floated back-ward, hovering in the air approximately ten feet from a Noire moving to Kazuma's left at a speed near that of sound.

Noire's hurricane flourished in-side the cage attached to a steel rigging cable, tearing it a-part.

"Raoh?" Kazuma asked. "Please tell me more."

Kazuma touched down on solid dirt ground out-side the cage, riding the storm out. "Enough of this! Come and punch me in the face!" the red lion demanded.

"You don't have the balls," said Kazuma. He ran straight at Noire. Using his Alter ability to rearrange and manipulate the atoms a-round him, he morphed the concrete pauldron on his right shoulder in-to a slender, concrete arm. "Right here, big boy!" he said, stabbing a concrete finger at his nose. "Hit me! Hit me right here!" Kazuma's run slowed to a crawl as he closed. Leading with his left foot, he threw a light jab at Noire's nose using his armored left fist.

Sadly enough for a sad Noire, Kazuma was not at all distracted by any-thing but Noire him-self; or at least, that is where his interest lie.

The Shell Bullet possessed the inherent quality of mindfulness, both with-in and out-side of a fight. With his senses heightened, he was completely in the fight, fully prepared for any-thing.

Mister Noire hit would-be power points on Kazuma's body at least eight-teen times, but Kazuma had his armor on, and he had his wits about him.

"Scary fast, aren't you?" He winked, simply letting Noire hit him all over his armored body, letting his alloy-fusion Alter intercept the blows. What would have killed and destroyed the head of an ordinary person barely phased the Shell Bullet. He could take a shot to the face and head . . . and respond in kind.

Now Kazuma was being hit, and being hit made him angry. Now Noire had not only a left jab backed by Alter energy to contend with, but also a right hook from a fist made of concrete.

Depending on what happened next, Kazuma hopped back, landing on his feet with his left foot leading his full frontal assault.

Kazuma's armor had been dented by Noire's Hokuto Shin Ken technique, leaving the stream-lined Alter user battered, partly broken, even, yet unbowed in his pride and gritty determination.

His armor had been significantly crushed and dented in spots, yet it remained in-tact.

As Noire waved his hands in the air, making arcane gestures, Kazuma presupposed that some-thing was coming.

"Death bullet," said Kazuma. His left arm fanned out in-to a shield. "Effect reversal."

Noire unleashed a pale blue energy blast shot through with magenta. Kazuma made physical contact with the blast using his shield technique, reversing the position and nature of the energy-based technique in-to a beam that rebounded off the shield and sliced a-long the ground to-ward Noire's left arm.