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Location: Kobra Base, Everglades, Florida
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Vincent's fist was about to make contact when he suddenly felt a powerful force pull him back down to the ground. He managed to get his legs underneath himself before landing on the ground. His feet sank deeply into the mud as he struggled to stand up straight, feeling as though he weighed several times more than usual. [color=teal]”What…the hell…?”[/color] he muttered. He had fought his fair share of telekinetics during his underground fighting days, but this felt different, somehow.

He lifted his head just in time to see the approaching tree trunk and crossed his arms as he hardened them. The partially rotted trunk shattered as it made contact with Vincent’s defense, then kept flying into the treeline behind him. [i][color=teal]Gotta move![/color][/i] he thought as he encased his limbs and torso in carbon. Using his power, he wrenched himself free from the mud and his opponent’s power, feeling virtually weightless compared to when he was trapped. He slid to a stop, turning to face his opponent as he did. The man was doing a good job of keeping Vincent from getting in close and from where he hovered, it would be difficult for the young hero to find a blindspot. [i][color=teal]Guess I’ll just have to make one,[/color][/i] he thought as a tiny sphere of carbon appeared, hovering in the air next to him.

He wasn’t used to it, but Vincent knew he had no choice but to play defensively. He darted around his opponent, dodging crushing forces or tanking heavy projectiles, as he continued to collect carbon, condensing it into the small sphere. He pushed his focus to the limit, careful not to lose concentration on the sphere or his armor, knowing that without it, he was nowhere near as durable as some of his friends. Once he felt he had gathered enough carbon, he closed his hand around the sphere, then leapt at the bald man, only to be sent back into the ground with a crash that knocked the wind out of him.

“A shame. You almost had me,” the man taunted as he floated closer to Vincent, who lay prone. He held his hand out, ready to crush Vincent, and asked, “Any last words before I take care of your friends?”

[color=teal]”Just…a correction…”[/color] Vincent strained. He grinned and opened his hand. [color=teal]”Gotcha right...where I want you…!”[/color] With that, he relaxed his focus and the carbon marble erupted in a thick, black cloud, turning the world dark.