'Take that for 'A Simple Jab' gold dome'
Null thought his bloody grin plastered on his face. He tasted the blood, shut his mouth and attempted to lick it clean, as he shrugged and grinned his mouth shut, he did it in quick succession. He didn't want more teeth than necessary to be knocked out.
Midas running, reached him quickly only having been seconds away, jumped a second before reaching Olive, and brought down his balled fist.
Null saw the attack coming, before Midas even sent his fist down.
But, that meant nothing if you are too slow to react, so he stepped back, still choosing to raise his arms up.
Midas missed, as he grazed Null's forearm.
Flinching back, he glanced at his bleeding forearm pouring out the ruptured skin, in a the form of a jagged shallow line, it was sending noticable pain signals.
'His not playing anymore huh.' he thought, at that very second Midas landed, as he twisted his ankle and leg at Null's direction and launched straight at him.
Null couldn't react fast enough even at all, as one of his forearms where in the way of Midas's fist ramming straight into his stomach, bending the forearm in itself till it eventually snapped.
*Crack*
He was flung back, going airborne for a second, as he crashed back down to earth, he scrambled to stand up, managing onto his knees and palms.
~Creak~
He crumbled under the pain, mind going blank, flashed with pain. His forehead hit the floor as he coddled his forearm.
He grunted through clenched teeth, saliva seeping past, his eyes wide in pain, tears at the corners of his eyes.
Then Null felt a less but noticable signal of pain from his nose, and a crack, as his nose set it self back in place and healed.
Null happy to breathe a bit better, he used his unharmed arm to raise himself a bit up. He turned his head, Midas was already there, after all it wasn't that far a distance he was sent flying.
He swung his leg into his stomach, strong enough to fold him deeper in himself after falling back to the ground, the kick having lifted him.
Midas pulled him up, first kicking him in the face breaking the newly fixed nose, he let him fall as he proceeded to kick, throw, strike at him, having lost some teeth once again.
Null fell to ground his knees impacting harshly, as his entire body followed, landing harsher, face first.
Midas breathed out the heat building up, from the usage of his cybernetics, he looked up after.
"~..."
Then confused he looked down having heard something, then he got annoyed at the fact Null was still conscious.
But, he was getting more curious of what the boy was saying.
He, lowered himself as he asked, "What?..."
Null kept mumbling as Midas asked, "What are you saying?, speak up." then Null stopped mumbling, and looked straight in his eye socket.
"Nice to know, you overheat."
*Crack*
Raising himself with his right hand and swinging in an arc with his left balled fist into Midas's chin.
All the lash back going to his knuckles and newly healed foremarm.
Midas wasn't fazed at least physically, but stayed still as Null rolled and jumped up, having recovered.
Midas stared at the ragged boy, a slight surprise having formed.
'He played me, the attack had no effect but he lured me in, aside from that he learned this advantage of mine has a limit.'
Midas's body consisted of 7 total cybernetics, both his eyes, his left and right arm, left and right leg and a minor heat regulator organ, that replaced the one humans were naturally born with. The skull was just the removal of the skin and muscle, and the coating of golden plates over nerves, a painful endeavor.
His lensed pupils narrowed into a tighter state, 'His regeneration gives him a default endurance, his not tougher at all, he just has more quantitative endurance than qualitative endurance, so they has to be a limit to it, but if it's those abilities with rather a lash back than a limit, I'm a bit in trouble.'
He burst forward closing the distance easily with no delay, launching his fist into Olive's crossed forearms.
Rather than straight out breaking them, he began severely bruising the forearms. Ragged scars bleeding underneath the skin and mangling and deforming it, purple tones arising.
Which Null was not fond of he was rather overwhelmed, as he tried to evade, dodge and redirect attacks, moving back for distance
But not running away, he said he wouldn't so he wouldn't, sure his a thief, a hacker even a murderer not by choice, but he sure isn't a liar!
He stepped back from the attack out of its reach, the attacks seeming to be less brutal than before, restrainted of sorts.
This pulled a trigger, a flare in Null's senses, Midas was scheming something Null didn't know.
He dodged another attack, he ducked and skipped backed another, but this seemed to agitate Midas, lunging forward, grabbing Null's shoulders and kneeing the point the forearms overlapped, not holding back.
It bent inward entirely.
Rather than giving satisfaction to Midas, he grunted rather than shrieked his pain out
He heard his own scream resound in his head but he didn't scream.
He thought on the ground squirming badly as he tried to avoid interacting with his manglinged, purple bruised, scared and bent forearms.
He bit down minding his tongue.
He stood up with his legs, they were shaking having endured much already, he looked at Midas
He was less than 6 meters away, having sent him flying like what?, the third time since having met him.
Null stood still breathing through his nose a bit difficult though, it was fully healed but he couldn't pull enough air through nose, but it's better than a burning chest.
Midas looked at Olive's narrowed gaze, his hair slightly obscuring his face, if it's was for that hair, he could have dodged more attacks, but he also would of ended up in his current state sooner, since Null would of have agitated Midas early than before.
"Your strange..." Midas said, his anger and bitterness towards him is still there but he wanted to get something out of his chest.
Null raised his brow, confused but welcome to the the opportunity of getting time, "Figured that out now?" He chuckled, "Your really slow."
Null understood that wasn't the best thing to say if he was trying to bide sometime, it's just something about him that... annoyed him but he wasn't sure.
"I didn't mean that, but it's nice to see you recognize your innormalcy." Midas corrected.
"Haha, funny fancy words. Then tell me what you meant." Null said.
Rather than answer, Midas observed the slowly healing injuries.
'So the more numerous the wounds the slower the healing, nice to know.' he thought, as he ran forward in seconds gut punching Olive, and before he folds in and falls he grabed his injured forearm and bent it more, as dark red meant gold.
"I have to make sure you don't recover to fast." Midas said tossing Olive slightly in front of him and spoke, "Is It Getting Easier Than Before?"
Null gritt his teeth barely hearing what ever Midas is saiding, "It's gotten easier for you to dodge now, I was hitting you with the same intensity as yesterday, not sure if it was because it was night or because the only source of light was the campfire, but your better than before, though your hesitant is as present as ever." He spoke as he turned his head towards Ron who was already a few feet away.
Null heard what Midas said in it's entirety, as he let himself slowly be carried up and placed over the strong shoulder of his uncle.
"Hope your satisfied with your experiment." He continued in a darker tone,"Both of you."
In my state my hair stood on end same went for Midas but he felt the threat rather.
This is where things ends for today
That was what he understood, as they got in the car and Null figured out something else, his able to focus his healing and his forearm snapped in place, it was audible from the back sit, as they got on the road once again. A car passed by a rare sight at day. Null wiped his wounds with some wet wipes, cleaning his now extremely, slowly healing forearms, when it's healed enough he'll clean the currently functioning one.
"You need some food." Ron said after glancing at the back seat.
Null grunted, as he dabbed at his wounds.
Ron than continued, "It functions on the energy in your body, it keeps draining till you pass out, you were close to it that's why i stopped the fight, so remember it's better not to get hit."
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Silence rained again, as Midas slept the sockets in his golden skull black the blue dots gone. A couple more hisses and grunts sounded as night came. Hours having past after the altercation, and Ron stared at the road no signs of fatigue.
Than he heard it.
~Crack~Creak~
Null, breathed in air sharply and whimpered as his forearm slowly fixed the bone, he let out sobs and whimpers occasionally hics.
Ron heard this, as he slowed the car, to a halt. He got out went to his trunk and took a blanket out.
He opened the back seat and wrapped the crying teen and held him with one hand as the bone still let out disturbing creaks and cracks. He got in the driver's seat once more as he continued driving.
Lil Olive sobbed in his chest as a final snap concluded the torture, as he let out a hic, tears fell, after a hour or so, his Purple pain squinted eyes closed...
As Fatigue took him.
Before such he heard one thing.
"I'm proud, your not running as much as before.".
This...
Let his mind fall into a easier sleep, but not a peaceful one.
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