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										[color=fff200]Lake Boulevard - Los Angeles - California[/color]

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While his side kick [color=fff200]Midnight[/color] had found relatively easy success in his own encounter, [color=0054a6]Faultline[/color] was still dealing with his half of the pie so to speak. The gargantuan reptilian had been relentless in its assault, but however powerful each strike was, no matter how constant they were his attacks were wide, sloppy, uncoordinated.

[color=0072bc]Faultline[/color] was falling into an easy rhythm, back stepping each strike and watching carefully, arms raised and at the ready, each time his opponent attacked he reduced the distance he moved backwards.  Each time narrowing the distance between them.  He measured best he could in his mind, a foot, six inches, four inches, 2 inches... there it was.

As one strike ended and pulling back, the other arm began to descend and the hero pushed forwards, stepping under the retreating arm, using it as a barrier preventing the other arm from striking at him for the singular moment he needed to step in close and send a straight jab towards his opponents gut, as his body turned into the punch yellow energy burst from the ground at his feet, arching and coiling around his body flowing into his arm.  The blow sent  the Alligator reeling back several steps, clutching at his gut, a guttural and angry hiss escaping his mouth.  [color=0054a6]Faultline[/color] didn't let up, sprinting forwards he met his opponents incoming fist with his own, again a burst of energy sent the appendage recoiling as the hero got in close and sent a kick to the inside of his left knee. As his opponent began to drop he sent an upper cut into his lower jaw following it with several blows to his gut.

The reptilian mutant dropped to his knees, before retching, revealing his earlier lunch to those on the street.  He only saw a brief image before he blacked out, of [color=0054a6]Faultline[/color] descending from a short jump in the air, his foot coming down on the back of his head.

[color=0054a6]"Almighty.... tough son of... son of a gun."[/color] he shook out his hands, he thought alligators were supposed to have soft underbellies. He put his hand to the communicator in his ear. 

[color=0054a6]"Hey [color=fff200]Midnight[/color], how are you doing on your end?"[/color]