Cursing, he turned to face his attacker, but he subconsciously stepped back even further as an almost seven-foot behemoth glared back at him.
"Is there a problem?" He asked before pulling his pants back up lest they get completely soaked in sea water. He was about to get out of the water when a large fist smashed into his face sending him and his still unbuttoned trouser back into the water, landing with a splash.
Raymond wanted to curse again but found out his jaw was shut tight, and any further attempt was rewarded with intense pain. He struggled to surface above the waters as a whooshing wave forcefully submerged his head causing him to inhale a gallon of salt and sandy water.
His hard-on instantly abated, but on the bright side, the unpleasant taste of salty, sandy water choking him, forced his mouth open and a series of gags and coughs ensued.
Deciding to diffuse the situation, he raised his right hands as a way of submission, but he was quickly grabbed and pulled out of the water before being tossed in the sand. Landing on his stomach, he turned to find a crowd staring down at him and what sounded like cheering before his behemoth of an assailant landed on his stomach.
At that point, Raymond knew all attempts at diplomacy were surely destined to fail. If he was going down, then he would put up a fight. He threw his own punch only for it harmlessly land on his attacker's broad shoulders: his face was just too high for him. It turned out to be his worst mistake because the first blow hit him squarely on the right temple, violently forcing his head back into the sand.
Luckily for him, the impact was lessened by the sand but was still devastating enough to rob him of his sight. Dark spots and shadows took over his vision as the crowd rapidly faded into darkness. Another blow landed on his nose, this time even he heard his own bones breaking and a network of pain receptors betrayed him.
Bringing both his hands up to block his vulnerable face, he was just in time to block the next two punches that came in rapid succession before a pause which he hopefully prayed would be the end of his ordeal.
Prying his hand to try to look at his attacker amidst his clouded vision, two large smacks were heard by the time he realized it was him that was hit. The loud music and crowd cheers died out only to be replaced by an incessant ringing. Raymond let out a tremendous scream in frustration but he was relieved as his attacker's crushing weight was lifted off him.
The ringing continued as he floundered to his feet while ignoring the pain. His vision slowly returned to him, and he saw the opening that his attacker gave him to run as far away as he could. "Raymond run!"
Someone read his mind. He decided to do just that, but after a few strides into a start of what would be his inhuman sprint, his brain finally caught up with his senses and identified the voice. It was Charles. He somehow appeared out of nowhere. He stopped his motion and turned back.
His vision had slightly cleared, and he was right, it was Charles. He was easily avoiding the giant's attacks with moves he never knew existed. He was impressed and was even more surprised to see his date join his roommate, and the two tag-teamed the behemoth.
Something began taking root in him and slowly began to grow. A small surge started pooling up in him and without a second thought, he rushed back into the fight, against the advice of his best friend.
Emma had just gone for a knee kick and Charles was busy dodging all the punches thrown at him before Raymond jump on the Goliath's back.
"Seriously!" Charles muttered to himself as he saw Raymond adjusting himself for a choke lock. Charles almost laughed before being caught unprepared by a powerful right hook that lifted him off the ground sending him into the ocean.
"What in Poseidon's name are you doing?" Emma asked Raymond just after she evaded a kick. "Trying to help," Raymond replied between gritted teeth.
Before she could retort, she was caught by a kick and was sent hurtling away into the cheering crowd. By then Charles had gotten back. He was even more pissed.
"Get the hell off him and run." He screamed jumping at the giant.
He was however caught by the neck, and Raymond too followed as he was grabbed by the other free hand. Both were suspended at arm's length and their windpipes crushed by his immense strength.
A well familiar darkness came back to Raymond as dark spots once more invaded his conscious. 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' His brain tried to think of a way out and ended up with nothing.
"Zap him!" He heard a muffled voice coming from his equally crushed partner.
"What?"
"Use the electricity you absorbed."
"How?"
"What the fuck do you mean ho—w u—se…" Charles words were completely blocked from escaping his mouth, leaving Raymond in both a confused state and his rapidly fading conscious. Using his hands, he grabbed the thick left arm and closed his eyes to focus.
It was a lot harder to do when his primordial brain kept on pushing him to breathe. More grunts and muffled sounds continued coming from his friend as he fared much worse than him. Trying once more, he reached deep within him and could feel small traces of electricity in what felt like a huge reservoir.
Tagging on the little power he felt, it came rushing out of him and ran into the Giant who grunted and stiffened, for a brief moment, the Giant's grip tightened around Ray's neck as he violently convulsed before loosening. The Giant then dropped onto his knees and finally letting them go. On the ground, Raymond had just enough time to turn onto his back and see a slowly rising Charles before everything finally faded into darkness.