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Silver Streaker

"Oh come on!" The Silver Streaker yelled.

He was aware that the massive slime had been jumping before, but now it practically covered the sky and spawned claws straight out of nowhere. He'd been aware that it was probably made up of a lot of dissolutions, but this was just dumb. He was pretty sure it was at least boss class now. Maybe it was level two, but even he would have trouble against a level 2 boss, and he'd never fought this kind of dissolution before. And besides, there were other people now.

Tim glanced at the group, practically staring death in the face. The dissolutions kept coming, and things didn't look fun. It was probably a glitch in the systems. It was probably just some coding error or an infinite loop or something, but it was clear that they weren't getting out of here alive.

"If we're not making it out of here..." The Streaker said.

The Silver Streaker crouched low, tensing his legs before releasing a mighty leap, into the path of the falling dissolution.

"Then I'm going out with a bang!" He yelled defiantly.

If the dissolution was going to land on them, then the only solution was to kill it before it landed. As he shot upwards, he prepared to release a flurry of blows, hoping to decrease its HP enough to at least be killed by the others when it reached the ground. Just before he unleashed his fury, a red message appeared on his interface. 

"OH COME ON!" The Streaker yelled.

His body began disappearing, before fully vanishing just before he would have contacted the slime.

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Tim Blackthorn

Tim opened his eyes and sighed. Getting up, he noticed that the sun was setting. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before getting a cup of water. Drinking it down, he checked his schedule on his interface.

"Hm, looks like I got training soon." He mused. "Today's Tae Kwon do. Tomorrow I've got karate, and then Judo..."

A busy schedule, but it was fine for Tim.

"Needed to work on my kicks anyway." Tim said.

He began packing his sports bag, putting in a drink bottle and his uniform, before shrugging on socks, shoes and a track suit jacket and started heading out for the Tae kwon do dojo. If anything, he needed to work on his reflexes and actual battle experience, but that would come in time.

Tim breathed in the fresh evening air and stretched out, enjoying the atmosphere. At least he'd managed to help the squad who'd been in trouble, mostly due to the Silver Streaker. The Silver Streaker was amazing, and his body had helped Tim through situations he never would in real life. However, an avatar was like a car. If it didn't have a good driver, it wouldn't go anywhere. This was probably more true of the Silver Streaker than a lot of other avatars, because its unique properties limit his effective range to punching distance. There was only so much leeway avatar abilities could afford, and doing real life martial arts might give him an edge over his own limits.

Still need to build those reflexes. Tim thought as he walked down the street. I think there might be an ability for that...

Tim walked towards the dojo, determined to become stronger.
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