Alakazam

He stood in the arena ring, heart pounding as he looked at his opponent, he was around the same size and build as Alakazam but slightly older. He focused and visualized gloves around his fists, as he shaped his psychic armor to only protect his vitals and body. His opponent had red piercing eyes and smiled as he pounded his fists together deep greenish yellow like armor forming all over his body, it was clear and visible as day as he now had a gauntleted fist. He went in on the offensive going for a right hook at Alakazam. Alakazam ducked and went for a jab making contact with the man's chest as it felt like punching a brick wall. He winced in pain as his psychic glove formed cracks in it. He gulped and backed up, he was fucked and he had to figure out how to beat this guy.

All these spike heads were starting to piss off Alakazam, the higher up he got the more potent these users were. His opponent delivered a flurry of jabs into Alakazams body and chest, almost shattering his armor. He kept his guard up and dodged as many strikes as he could, countering when he could, only managing to break his psychic gloves and hands in the process. His opponent went for a swift and powerful uppercut, destroying his armor and crushing his chin. As everything went blurry for a second, his legs went wobbly and he almost fell before hearing the bell ring.

He shuffles to his corner, panting and breathing heavily as Zade wiped his face off and smacked his cheek a few times. “You still up, Alak? The first round isn't looking too hot and your opponent is tougher and faster than anyone you have ever faced.” Zade said wiping the blood off him, Alakazam spits in the bucket and shook his head, “so what the hell am I supposed to do? I can't hit him, I can't block, and dodging all rounds won't score me any points.” He said raising his hands in defeat, “you’ve been training and practicing for this moment. Stay on the defense, you know better than anyone the weaknesses of Kineticism. When you find the opportunity, take it.” As she said that the bell for the next round rang, he shook himself off and charged into the ring, his opponent was hardly tired and started hot with two jabs and a hook, Alakazam dodged and weaved.

Keeping quick on his feet and uses his agility to move through the ring. His opponent didn't tire and kept the pressure, each strike cracking away at Alakazam's psychic armor, Alakazam remained calm. Keeping his distance, staying quick, and trying to find openings in his guard and style. His opponent was a fairly experienced fighter and the spike enhanced the man’s speed and power as well as his Kineticism. Alakazam tried to recall what he heard on psychic hardening. The issue with Kineticism is that it was too damn spiritual for Alakazams liking, most of the textbooks were vague and offered little help on how to do it. Making things complicated and into some weird science, for Alakazam Kineticism was just something innate, an extension of himself, and something he always got and could do naturally.

But he had to focus and he had to use it if he wanted to win this battle, he ducked a powerful left hook, feeling the wind coming off the blow. He countered with a strike to the man’s elbow and side, aiming for softer parts. As he kept his distance and repeated the same moves, but soon he felt his leg start to tire, his psychic armor was growing weak. He wouldn't be able to play this game much longer. He slipped up and dodged too early, as his opponent landed a clean punch to Alakazams liver shattering his psychic armor in an instant, as Alakazam staggered back, feeling the full recoil of his armor shattering, everything went blurry as he saw his life flash before his eyes. He saw his early memories with his mother, all the fun they had together, and his mother's fights. Her enjoyment and prowess she showed in her final fight, and the feeling he felt when he had to see her headless body.

That night he felt a surge through his body, almost like an awakening as he gained his Kineticism that night, and since he spent years mastering it and learning tricks and abilities to help him, he focused on that feeling he felt deep in his chest. Anger, fear, and desperation as visualized the Aether running through his system like blood. He focused all the aether into his fist. He screamed and tried to focus like his life depended on it, hardening the aether around his fist until his entire arm was black with a magenta tint as he remained standing and winded up for a counterstrike. Spinning and putting his entire weight and body into this strike as he screamed out. “DEATHGRIP!”

The man was surprised to see Alakazam still standing, as Alakazam landed a punch straight to his jaw. As his punch landed it made a crushing motion as his armor shattered upon impact and his jaw caved in, the man went flying out of the arena. Alakazam flexed and raised his hands in victory, as he winced. Noticing the arm he psychically hardened was covered in blood and bruised. His arm was broken and his shoulder dislocated, but that didn't stop him as he kept raising his hands in victory. He was finally able to use the technique and he would finally be able to challenge Ogun Magere.