Charles Pryce - The Whimsical King
A man, an orb, a scream. Pryce had been between moments when the masked man with sickly yellow eyes circled around the shipping crate. Suddenly, the woman was screaming, and the speedster was shouting as well. His voice would seem to be just a whirr to anyone, but to King he knew instinctively to slow the sound around the speed demon. "Keep him busy while I wind up!" the words made sense, he knew how his abilities differed from a true & blue speedster.
He observed as the man raced to the woman only for a tear of telekinetic energy ripping outwards as she blindly lashed out hit him. King himself quietly side-stepped it, the tears being so strong that it left ripples in the air. Though the speedster kept moving despite slamming into the wall, it must have hurt. Still, the man had taken her away. How far King wasn't sure. However, the effect was the same: King was all by himself against this new combatant. He hoped this one was more of a challenge than the rest of the lackeys. Though... now he seemed to hear a rhythmic thud running through his ears. It seemed offbeat from his thoughts, sort of like a mild headache. Annoying, but not hampering. Where was it coming from? he wondered.
He tilted his head as he observed the newcomer, "You look... well to be honest you do *not* look well. Haven't been sleeping? To busy snorting something pricey?" To be sure, it seemed that this man had been prepared to neutralize the woman. In fact, the whole squad had seemed to be focusing on her. Was she someone to be feared? Or were they just misogynists? Part of him was curious, the other couldn't give two flying figs about it.
The Whimsical King was ready to play, but... perhaps it would be better to keep the man off-beat so that the speedster could land his shot.
"I have no idea who you are, but what can I say? I can't resist a fight. Think you have what it takes? To take on the King?"
Deadly_Tiger
Nine1122
Keurig Thief
