[Main Street, North Side]
These two warriors were vastly different, and yet the same. The discrepancy could easily be felt. The figure with the gauntlets was filled with rage, fully committed to victory or death. It was clear that he wouldn't back down until either he had been killed, or his enemy lay dead beneath his feet. It was the will of a destroyer. His motives could be felt, if only barely. Revenge for some act committed by the other party, the warrior was avenging some perceived wrong.

The taller figure, on the other hand, was a dead zone. His will could be felt, distantly, suppressed and crushed. Fragments of what had once been a powerful mind, crushed beneath the foot of some powerful psychic force. They moved, and they spoke, but it was not by their own will that they did so. It wasn't a recent ordeal either, this person had been lost for many years now, beyond all hope of recovering. If released from control, he would most likely simply flop to the ground, entering a vegetable state.

"I'll burn the entire city to the ground!"

The black gauntlets seemed to expand, layers of black metal covering the figure's body even as he dashed forwards. They formed what appeared to be a medieval suit of armour, if with an unusual quantity of spikes. Anyone with a basic knowledge of popular culture would be reminded of Sauron. It also seemed this suit enhanced the man's physical speed and strength considerably, as he flipped a car just to block an incoming orb of white light, leading to a large explosion.

The tall figure remained silent, flying around and dodging thrown projectiles, even as he fired downwards another series of glowing orbs, the explosions ripping the street to shreds.