The setting, deep manhattan. A miscellaneous alleyway with a cardboard, slightly singed sign reading "SAMUEL LA CROIX, TAKING ALL CUSTOMERS" And a punch hole through the brick wall next to it.


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ITT, Everyone vs. Sam.
No limit on equipment or powers.
All fighters at once.

Michael stood outside the city. Such an amazement that humanity have come so far in so little time. He remembered watching down on them fondly as they plucked the apple that damned them all, yet made them all unique. He smiled, and started a slow jog through the town.
People became a blur, cars were even pace as Michael ran through the city. He knew where someone was. He wanted to fight, and this felt like a good time to.
Michael rounded a corner and found where he wanted to be. A sign was up, and a brick wall in the wall. Michael leaped up into the air, drew his fist back, and used all the momentum from running to punch directly through the brick wall, and into the cheek of Samuel La Croix.

Samuel's eyebrow twitched. Footsteps. Not heavy, but boy they sure were fast. Rubbing his chin, he looked down to the half-fizzy beer he still had open. Bending down to pick it up for another gulp bricks flew all over the fucking place. "Oh hi there" He said, picking up his beer post-haste and torquing his hips to put his leg straight up in the air, slamming it down for Michael's back "I'm Samuel La Croix and I'll break your bones today."

Do it faggot, special sale today, break every bone, get a prize! Michael yelled out in Samuel's mind. He opened up his palm and extended his other hand, placing both upon the ground. He could hear the air whistle as Samuel launched his leg, and Michael just decided to be cheap and create a small telekinetic explosion around himself, launching anything within arms length a good ten feet away.
Michael leaned forwards, until his legs touched the ground, and righted himself up. He turned around, and looked at Samuel. Michael Azrael, Agent of God. At your service.

"Fuck yeah, what a deal. Only 206 to go!" Samuel put all his weight into that kick, too. Shame to see it cancelled. Turning the explosion into just more momentum he shunted himself off to the side, using the explosion to propell himself into a handspin, flipping back off away from Michael, bowing for but a little while. "And I'm a full on godless heathen, funny how that works isn't it?" Samuel took a turn on his heel, running up the wall towards Michael "I'm also more athletic than you."

Well there's not exactly much reason to be athletic these days, you guys kind of took the fun out of everything.
Michael reared back his arm, and just ran fully directly towards the oncoming thunder, and reaped the whirlwind as he aimed directly for whatever attack Samuel intended to hit him with.

Samuel's leg flew out for Michael's ribcage, spinning out of control into it only to have the exact same happen to him. In the end both attacks had significantly less force. Sam spiinning out and slamming into the fence, however, did a fair amount of damage. As would Michael hitting that wall. "Fffffffuck. So'd you see jersey boys?"

"You fools..." A baritone voice echoed out in to the empty streets of the post apocalyptic town. "Do you not see what is to become of you, if you continue this fighting?" A figure descended upon the street, between the two fighters. It was none-other than... Linken Rocuta! Child-hood friend of Samuel LaCroix, ex-crime fighting partner of Michael. "Can't we all just get along? D:"

"Victory is obviously mine."