Of Mirages: Ret beginning battle scene?

Ret dodged to the side, crackling bolt of lightning barely missing him.

Figures. Fucker had to be a lightning user. He dodged to the right, throwing his knife away as he did so. Didn’t want to give the bastard a homing beacon, now did he? Growling, he got up, dark eyes slowly looking around as he brushed his shaggy brown hair away from them. The whole area screamed its irony at him. Normally, he would have loved a nearby lake. As a water user, more power to him! Less reason to conserve his precious water.

It was never handy when you needed it.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the type that could toss around tons of water. No, at most he could use 10 liters. 10 measly liters of water.

Fuck that.

Luckily, he had his intellect, after all, the other fools who controlled water, while powerful, never displayed the same level of cunning that he did. His fingers absently followed the chain dangling from the left of his jacket as he thought, coming to rest on his lighter.

He grinned.

No, they never saw water for what it truly was. There was so much more you could use it for than drowning enemies, or god forbid, getting their enemy wet enough that they gave up.

He got up, noting the water he had let fall from his canteen, apparently from the force it took to simply roll behind a small dip. The lightning user charged him, green eyes, staring from underneath his wide  straw hat. The only part of the actual person he could see, as he was wrapped from head to toe in a shredded black cloth.

What did the think he was, some type of fucking ninja?

His hefted his metal rod, then charged him, running right into the little puddle of water stretching thinly from him to Ret.

Perfect.

Ret quickly leaned down, touching the water with his hands. No, most water users didn’t think of the actual science behind it. It wasn’t even that hard, but he supposed that’s why dumb brutes survived as long as they had in the human species.

What they lost in brains, they made up in power. And abused it at every opportunity.

A grim smile formed as he felt a thrum of energy well up in his hands, traveling through the rest of his body as he absorbed the energy in the water molecules, watching as long puddle instantly turned into a sheet of ice.

Then frowned. His enemy was obviously one of those brutes, fucking monkey throwbacks. He watched the geen eyes widen briefly, then acquire a look of concentration as Sparks (For he doubted his brain ran on much else than that) turned his momentum into a flip, landing neatly on the ground.

Fuck this, he wasn’t giving him time to recover.

Ret rushed him, the extra energy thrumming through his body as he jumped, lashing out with a haymaker that was lazily pushed aside, as he began to pummel his opponent. The extra speed and strength he got from that should have been enough to overwhelm his opponent, but every punch was either deflected or avoided as his lithe opponent flowed around his strikes, green eyes carefully studying Ret.

Genetics strike again. Did God have to just give all the bastards in the world abilities like this, or was it just the ones he knew? He had to train hard for his ability using water, and people like this were just born with the ability to physically beat people down.

Ret growled, irritation showing. The energy boost he received from the water was quickly dying down, and he wasn’t willing to give his precious energy to the ice just so he could use it as a water whip. The lightning blasts this guy put out, while slow to happen, rendered it useless.

But then again, he had a lake to work with, didn’t he? And the guy probably didn’t even think he used water. Ret was careful to hide that fact, from his flame themed jacket and jeans to the prominent silver lighter hanging loosely on its chain. The dark stubble, shaggy hair and motorbike he usually rode just accentuated his look.

Dumb fuck probably thought he was some sort of energy user focused on using physical attacks and heat.

Ret jumped back a bit, slowly backing towered the lake as his enemy tightened his stance, recovering from the surprise assault and quickly launching forwards in an attack of his own. He used his staff in short, measured strikes, probing Ret’s defenses as he waited out the sudden boost Ret had displayed.

Ret hid a grin as he backpedaled, avoiding the assault by a hair less as he backpedaled, the thrum of energy dying down to a dull throb, and finally and a trickle as he reached the lake. Sparks, probably thinking he was trapped with his back to the river (Idiot.) brought his staff around in a roundhouse swing as he tried to just break through Ret’s guard.

Rets grin turned shark like as he fell backwards, a surge of water traveling over his head as it made a beeline for Sparks. Sparks, eyes widening as he realized his mistake, rolled backwards to avoid the water flying over his head. Ret got up, grin widening. Fucker was in for it now, probably going to play this real defensive now that he saw Ret was a water user. Lil sparks over there would just run, playing the coward for a bit, then-

Ret’s head snapped around as the staffs head impacted, the lightning user coming up from his roll as he assumed an aggressive stance. Ret got hammered again in the stomach, breath wheezing out of his teeth as knelt down, inches away from falling backwards into the lake. If he did, then he was truly fucked. One good lightning bolt would kill him, no matter where he was in there.

Soggy bread wasn’t the only reason you don’t make toast in a bath.

Ret desperately grabbed at the water, shoving it towards his enemy in a bid to make him back off. Sparks ignored it, obviously going for the finish as he battered Ret around, a viscous swing coming down, breaking his right arm. Ret groaned, tears coming from his eyes as he recoiled, falling backwards into the water, waiting for inevitable as with his eyes shut. The bastard was probably gonna drown him, just to push him down, prove that they were better. They always did that. Then they would-

“Do you yield?”

Ret stopped his thought process, painfully opening his eyes as he assesed his situation. Sparks was leaning down into the water, hand held out, staring at him. Ret slowly raised himself out of the shallow water, and grudgingly looked up, reaching out and took his hand.

Then the water surged upwards, forming a bridge between the two of them. The shock in Sparks’ eyes turned cold as he stared at Ret, trying to pull away but unable to thanks to his grip.

What, did he expect him to acknowledge him, and as superior no less! Just because he beat him with that oversized rolling pin? No, Ret played the bitch for no one. Sparks made a mistake, and now he was paying for it. Ret grinned.

“Want to know why I carry this lighter around?”

Sparks just stared, disdain and rage clear in his eyes as he struggled in rets grip.

Ret reached down for his lighter with his broken right, wincing at the pain. Slowly, he brought his lighter up to the tip of the water that reached from where his elbow was, to Spark’s, where there was a thin coating of it everywhere.

Ret pumped his energy into the water, not turning it to steam, but dissolving the bonds, The water turning, for an instant, to high flammable, concentrated gas.

The lighter flicked up, his thumb flicked down on the wheel.

And Sparks Burned.

The fucker.