[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

 [color=cyan]Marcus cowered to the floor. He did not want the army guy to see his facial expressions. The teen let out a few moans and groans. The boy wasn't in any real pain; he had begun faking it. The electricity was not having any effect on him whatsoever. 

[i]"Alright, I managed to eat enough of the shoe to guarantee rubber. I can't let him find out. I need to strike at the best moment."[/i] Marcus then tilted his head upward. There was a significant amount of stomping that he picked up. 

 Gritting his teeth, he did not expect Street Dragon to go ahead and rush the enemy. The monster was handcuffed; what odds did he have of overpowering the man? Marcus guessed the best course of action would be to land a hit right after him. Russo won't see a second attack coming. The boy then began building strength in his legs to leap. [/color]

[center][h2][color=red] Mystery Captor [/color][/h2][/center]


 Mr.Russo breathed out of his nostrils. Annoyed, that was the best way to describe his expression. A rampaging, lizard man stood before him ready to strike and he dared not to move a muscle.[color=darkorange]"The biggest problem with teens is that they don't listen,"[/color] Russo lectured. He swiveled his head as if making a point. 

 The military captor noticed Curt was nearing him with every second. He sucked his teeth knowing he was not going to like the next few seconds. [color=darkorange]"Alright, I'll give you one. I'm a fair guy."[/color] Russo cocked a smile once he saw the arms fly vertically. 

 [color=darkorange]"Upward strike, huh?"[/color] The military soldier put his hands on his hips. Curt's handcuffs forced Russo's head to view the ceiling. Salvia from his mouth spat upwards. It looked like a solid hit and showed the instant color of bludgeoning. 

 Rubbing his chin, he chuckled under his breath. [color=darkorange]"Now that [i]really[/i] stung."[/color] Russo admitted the attack gave him a run for his money. [color=darkorange]"Okay, now it's my turn."[/color]

 Without any more preparation, Russo delivered a palm strike to the chest of Curt. The sound of air could be heard from the brief second his hand left his hip. There was no estimation of his power, but the assault must have felt like a truck ramming into the lizard hybrid. This move whether would have brought Curt to his knees or out of breath. 

 Russo then let out a sigh. [color=darkorange]"I thought I said you guys are only getting one,"[/color] The military captor glanced at the leaping Marcus. With another quick reflex, he brought his elbow to the flying teen. Marcus dove straight into his forearm and collapsed onto the floor.

 The soldier eyed the teen as he writhed on the floor. [color=darkorange]"This time the collar was set to the lowest level. It would have been nothing more of slight annoyance. Great performance though.[/color] After punching the two adolescents, Russo clapped his hands together. [color=darkorange] "Alright, now can we please have a meaningful discussion with no violence?"[/color]