Adam stood on the rooftop, hands in his pockets, watching the fight below with mild interest. His dark eyes tracked the movements, sharp and calculating.
"Huh. Who the hell is that?" he muttered, tilting his head slightly.
Joshua and Alice were locked in combat with some guy dressed in all black. Fast—too fast. But not superhuman. Just… freakishly quick. Alice hadn’t used her powers yet, which meant she didn’t see him as that much of a threat.
Adam exhaled through his nose. "Guess I gotta step in."
Without looking, he flicked his fingers toward the sky.
BOOM.
A drone came crashing down instantly, sparks flying as it hit the pavement. No more live feed. No more interruptions.
Then—he moved.
A blur of motion. One step off the rooftop—then a freefall. The wind howled past his ears, city lights blurring around him.
Below, Joshua gritted his teeth, barely able to react as the man in black’s fist came flying toward him.
But before the punch could land—
CRACK.
Adam landed between them, his boot slamming into the pavement. The sheer force of impact sent a ripple through the ground, dust kicking up around him.
His hand shot up, catching the incoming fist mid-air.
Silence.
The man in black froze, his arm locked in Adam’s grip. The weight behind his punch? Gone, like it had hit a brick wall.
Adam finally looked up, his grip tightening just enough to make a point. "Yeah, no. That’s not happening."
Joshua blinked. "...Took your time, huh?"
Adam smirked. "Had to make an entrance."
The man in black yanked his arm back, twisting his wrist free from Adam’s grip. He took a quick step back, his stance lowering slightly. His movements were sharp, controlled—this guy knew what he was doing.
Adam just rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. "So, you got a name, or we just calling you ’Fast Guy’?"
The man in black tilted his head slightly. "Ghost." His voice was low, almost amused. "And you?"
Adam smirked. "Adam."
Ghost didn’t waste time. He lunged forward, faster than before, closing the gap between them in an instant. His fist shot toward Adam’s face—
SWOOSH.
Adam tilted his head at the last second, the punch barely grazing his cheek. Ghost followed up immediately, twisting into a spinning kick aimed at Adam’s ribs.
Adam caught the kick with one hand.
"Yeah, you’re fast," he admitted, tilting his head. "But not that fast."
Before Ghost could react, Adam casually shoved his leg away, sending him skidding back. Ghost’s boots scraped against the concrete as he regained his footing, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Joshua whistled. "Oof. He’s playing with you, dude."
Ghost didn’t respond. Instead, he rushed in again, throwing a rapid barrage of punches—each one precise, aimed to overwhelm. His fists became a blur, each strike carrying enough force to rattle most people.
But Adam?
He weaved through them effortlessly, barely shifting his feet. Hands still in his pockets, he leaned left, right, ducked, sidestepped. Each attack missed by mere inches, his movements smooth like water.
Ghost’s frustration started to show. He twisted into another kick—this time aimed at Adam’s head.
Adam finally moved his hands.
SMACK.
He caught the kick effortlessly, gripping Ghost’s ankle with just two fingers.
"Alright," Adam said, tilting his head. "My turn."
Before Ghost could react—
BOOM.
Adam flicked his wrist, sending Ghost flying. The man in black shot backward like a bullet, slamming into a parked car with a sickening crunch. The metal caved in under the impact, the windows shattering instantly.
Joshua let out a low whistle. "Damn. You didn’t even use both hands."
Adam stretched his arms, exhaling. "Didn’t have to."
The dust settled. The car groaned under the weight of the impact. Then—
Ghost staggered out of the wreckage. His black clothes were torn, blood trickling from his lip. But his eyes?
Still sharp. Still calculating.
He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, then let out a small chuckle. "Heh. Alright… that was impressive."
Adam smirked, cracking his knuckles. "I get that a lot."
Ghost took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders. His stance shifted slightly. This time, he wasn’t holding back.
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Adam grinned. "Finally getting serious?"
Ghost exhaled. "You could say that."
Then—he vanished.
Joshua blinked. "The hell—?"
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A sharp whoosh filled the air.
Adam’s grin widened. "Now that’s more like it."
The air went dead silent.
Then—
WHOOSH!
A blur shot toward Adam from the side.
His eyes barely flicked in that direction before—
CLANG!
A metal pipe exploded as Ghost’s fist punched straight through it, missing Adam by a hair. The sheer speed of the attack sent a shockwave rippling through the alley, loose debris rattling across the pavement.
Adam whistled. "Damn. That was actually kinda cool."
Ghost didn’t stop. The moment his punch missed, he twisted mid-air, rebounding off a nearby wall. His foot shot toward Adam’s face—
But Adam leaned back effortlessly, dodging with a smirk.
"Too slow."
Ghost clicked his tongue. He was already moving again, his figure flickering in and out of sight. The air around them became thick with motion—blurs of black weaving between the shadows.
Joshua squinted. "Yo, is he teleporting—?"
"Nah," Adam muttered, eyes darting around. "Fast. But not faster than me."
His hand shot out.
BAM!
A fist collided with Ghost’s stomach out of nowhere. The man in black gasped, the impact folding him in half as his body rocketed backward.
CRASH!
He slammed into a dumpster with enough force to dent the metal, trash bags bursting into the air like a confetti explosion.
Joshua winced. "Oof. That’s nasty."
Ghost groaned, stumbling out of the wreckage, his breath ragged. His hoodie was shredded, exposing his bruised torso. Blood dripped down his chin, but his eyes still burned with intensity.
"...You’re insane," he muttered, coughing.
Adam grinned, cracking his knuckles. "You ain’t the first to say that."
Ghost wiped his mouth, taking a shaky breath. He was fast, skilled, and tough—but he wasn’t winning this. He knew that.
"...Tch."
Then, in one swift motion—he pulled something from his pocket.
A smoke bomb.
PSSSH!
A thick black cloud erupted around him, swallowing the alley in darkness.
By the time the smoke cleared—
He was gone.
Joshua stared. "...Did he just Batman his way outta here?"
Adam shoved his hands back into his pockets, glancing around. He let out a low chuckle.
"Heh. Smart guy."
Alice, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke. "...We letting him go?"
Adam exhaled, stretching lazily. "For now."
Then he turned, stepping past the wreckage like it was nothing.
"But if he comes back?"
His smirk widened.
"I’ll really start trying."
"For now, we go after the big fish."