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Regardless of other wins and losses over the last couple months, he was still alive, his starseed still pulsed with extra power, and the demands of his new allegiance and Kingdom stood still stark against any other contrasts. Energy was needed. He had a quota to fill. As soon as the sun was setting, Björn abandoned the gym to power up and hunt in the dying gold of the sun's descent.

Titanlåvenite preferred not to take too much from one source, but as a lieutenant his control was not practiced. It worked out to make targets pass out anyway, they remembered things less clearly when they woke such as the particulars of exactly what had happened to them. Tonight he'd found a ready supply of single targets downtown at a parking garage- suits of all kinds burning the midnight oil before tiredly stumbling to their cars without much thought - the garage did have security guards down at the pay station to take money. Or it had, as the gold had turned to blazing red, then died to dusky lavender. The security men were both stuffed in one booth, both passed out and drained with an assortment of dents and bruises to subdue them both.

Those who would not bend knee, broke.

And now, the sky deepening into navy, Titan had hold of a pretty lawyer, dangled by a firm hold around her bicep off the ground, a massive hand palming her face to muffle her screams for help. It was pointless of her. He wasn't going to kill her, but he wasn't going to let her get away either. Not like Leda.

Never again like Leda.

He noticed the approaching aura, hoped idly that they would be more occupied with calling an ambulance and helping the security desk than with following further in.

The best laid plans, Titan sighed. He turned his attention before turning his whole body, appreciating the work that went into the eyecandy of the open long vest. Whatever he was in powered life, this man did see to training in his other time. Weight training. He would be strong.

"It is already done. Her energy is mine; I do not want her life." He shifted his hands and lifted the girl up like an offering for an altar, "Take her, freely, if you want."

Being called a hulk was almost funny, earning a smirk. That was exactly what he wanted to be, in a way. It was no slight. This might be a good fight. A good day. A good battle. You, now that you have shown yourself. You I will want to take to my lord.

"Fortune favors the bold- both of us."

"As you will."

"Let's not wait."

Dead weight, no longer of viable use, she made a well enough projectile, so he hucked the poor thing like sack being loaded onto a farm cart at the new guest. Human ballistics were becoming something of a specialty. He'd have to remember to thank Buddy when he crossed his path again.

Standing around after tossing her was no use, so he followed the body, walking to close the distance between them.

The art of predicting an opponent was something of an advanced mystery, but this much at least had panned out- the enemy would take a handicap on account of a bystander. The hood was a strange choice as well. Surely it would limit how much the other man could see? Or maybe it was magical, like so much about the war was. They were all...magical.

But fists raised for defense and Titanlåvenite was happy to oblige- not only to aim to hit Troy himself, but to try to hit the raised forearms directly. "You build walls. See how long they hold. "

How many hits could this one absorb in attrition? It would take counting what connected. "Your name?"

One hit. He does not stagger so much, but it is a good start. There is no need to throw every ounce into every blow, rather keep energy and stay constant. Even mountains break down to waves.

Like waves.

Titan certainly wasn't in the business of feint and dodge, but Troy's rush was more than he expected, and he was lifted back a few feet and lost the air in his lungs with an "Oooph-"

But since that meant the knight was so close? Titan brought down his fists in fist strokes to try for Troy's upper back and shoulders- hammers to anvil.

He was pleasantly surprised and forced to reevaluate his initial consideration of the other man as Troy's back tensed and legs pushed the larger
"Titanlåvenite. We are met."

Lieutenant's full weight off ground, off his feet and crashing back into the front and hood of a car. The flimsy sheet metal wasn't made for supporting against the tension of a body, or in this case the impact of two at force. It dented in like a chair at pelvis and lumbar, groaning in further with the landing punches.

Where metal bent, bone fractured as well, and Titan coughed after the volley. It was hard, not as hard as his Lord's punches, but his ribs didn't differentiate. If the hammer coming down did not break this one, then the anvil could be brought up to him. As Troy was so near, Titan tried to palm his face- aiming to drive him head first into the nearby windshield.

Titan blinked a moment as his opponent disappeared INTO the car instead of trying to back from it. What an unusual strategy...what would it benefit him? Titan couldn't wrap his head around it. But he did know, knew well and deep down from many practices for strongman competitions that THIS-

This was something he could do.

Lifting a car by a side was something he could do without power coursing through his muscles. The lieutenant set his jaw, gritting his teeth and roaring loudly against the pain in his middle, wrapped his large fingers under the frame where a jack would go, and lift the vehicle to flip it on its side.

He wasn't sure how he would fish Troy out of there to capture, but he puffed proudly, seeing his own handiwork. Maybe better not to try to capture him. He hit really hard. It took a moment to climb out one of the windows or fight gravity to use the doors that weren't now oriented to the pave. Maybe it would be smartest to retreat. The energy he'd gathered would be intact and in hand. Proverbs said one in the hand was worth the 'two' of a knight within the car.

"I cannot win you as prize today, but I will look for you, Troy, " Titan coughed as he turned on his heel to leave, intent on distance between them and retreating.