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[u][i]Location - Madison Bank - Fighting Criminal Scum[/i][/u] [@Argetlam350]

[i]WHIFF![/i] Nothing but air. Having thrown his weight into a missed punch, it took a second or two for Ziggy to regain his balance. Readjusting his hoodie, and loose pants, he looked to the criminal again. She wouldn't exactly see much of the crystals, but the glow, and the odd crystal growing on his hand, sure. He had to admit, this Scorn, Mistress of Shadows, wasn't half bad. Primarily agile. A tad more so than him, since she clearly had more fighting experience. But... "Well Miss Scorn, lets find out." 

As she charged him, he attacked. Throwing another punch, and watching it go wide, missing her as she ducked beneath. Instead, he watched as a razor sharp claw slashed through the air, aiming for the tendons of his leg. A loud CRACK split the air, and something went skidding along the floor. But it wasn't his leg. It was one of the claws on Scorn's gauntlet. When two hard objects meet, one has to break first. It wasn't the boy made of crystals. His pants leg was torn from the slash, exposing more of the glowing light from beneath. Ziggy's response wasn't to stand and wait, but instead take advantage of the failed attack. He kicked out, directing his foot directly into the face of his attacker. 

"GET BACK!" He shouted, almost by reflex. His heart drumming along with the hope that he'd get a hit in. He was scared. Her attacks didn't work, but he was scared. As if for a moment, this wasn't something he'd ever fought before. Criminals and guns, yes. Claws and psycho ladies? No.