Wilson looked at Dash with the same look the latter loved to give the former.
"Did that thing's stupidity affect you as well?"
"It is in my control now."
"What?"
"Come on, Wilson. You think this twenty year old entity of pure energy would be stupid enough to actually let you bully it into coming out?"
"Well.." Wilson could not continue his sentence. He had his doubts.
"Heh!" Dash sneered and continued. "You sure you are not the stupid one? I am the reason it came out of me. It was already weak the nit possessed me and so, I was able to penetrate its defenses and force my qi into it, hence the control."
Once again, Dash had lost Wilson.
"How are you so clueless about so many things? Listen.." And Wilson began to receive a lecture about wisps.
In a short, simplified explanation, Wisps were the purest living sources of energy that lived in various natural habitats. They were easily attracted to the purest of habitats and based on the environment, could acquire abilities, enhance the purity of those who ate them or as was common practice with only the most noble and knowledgable ones; controlled and bred them. That was more profitable anyway. They were originally failed experiments that managed to maintain their sentience but lost their physicalities. There were wisps of various types, differentiated by their colors. Red wisps were found near volcanoes or any place with lots of pure fire energy, deep blue was for water; if there were traces of white on the blue, then they were probably ice-related; brown, depending on how brown, spoke much about whether they were wood or earth- affiliated; translucent blue like Von Dexter, on the other hand, ranged from wind abilities to the special abilities. Due to the scarcity and rarity of wisps, there has been inadequate information on the translucent ones.
In the meantime, while Dash explained to Wilson who still had certain, unspoken doubts about the wisp, the wisp was sent out to possess the boy they had argued over. Nevertheless, his respects for Dash soared greatly. How could one teenager know so much? He was so much more knowledgable about things and people that Jim could not even begin to compare.
"Dash!" Wilson called.
"Hmm?" Was the called's response.
"What if Von Dexter is unable to possess the target?"
Dash's expression changed instantly. "Then it will be totally useless and have no more reason to be kept alive."
"Can't the guy just eat it?" Wilson asked another question. After all, Dash had said it himself that eating a wisp would enhance one's abilities. The more innately related, the better.
Dash chuckled a dark chuckle.
"Not if it explodes. I am curious as to how devastating an exploding wisp would be." He said. Outside, the wisp shivered uncontrollably. As it was now connected to Dash and was being controlled by him, it could hear him from anywhere at anytime and what it just heard, was its greatest fear: Death.
The message was very clear; failure would not be tolerated.
It snuck in on its scrawny, prospective victim of possession, feeding off the mental energy of Dash for some temporary extra strength.
*whoosh*
It entered the scrawny guy.
"Uuuuurgh!" Dash grunted. That guy's mental fortitude was a lot more powerful tan he had expected. He was battling him for the control of the wisp right now and Wilson was really clueless as to what was happening. He tried to ask Dash but the latter was too mentally busy to respond.
"I have to do something." Wilson muttered to himself as he walked to the disc. It took all of Dash's spare strength to press the buttons needed to send Wilson to the super-strong, scrawny guy's location, without losing the fight early on.
Wilson was teleported there on the disc, to the nearest hollow tree which stood in front of the target. As soon as the tree opened, Wilson did what he knew how to do the most - he attacked the poor scrawny dude who was fighting for his life mentally, spiritually and now, physically.
*pow* *thwack* *whoop* *bang*
Wilson attacked with his fists, interchanging between soft and hard blows. It was a nonstop, one-sided fight as the scrawny young man could not even put up a resistance. Heendured the punches and the pain that came wit it because he did not want to become a possessed person. But it eventually got to a point - after the pain had begun to affect his intangible, mental and spiritual defensive system - he realised he was gong lose either way and he thought to himself:
'Well, I might as well bring someone down with me.'
And with that thought filling his mind, he grabbed Wilson's fist as the latter threw a heavy right.
*Bang*
"Huh?" Wilson was stunned. Why was he moving all of a sudden? He saw the clarity in his victim's face and immediately realised that he was in some really deep sh*t.
*Bang*
A heavy jab to the ace sent Wilson flying and crashing into a tree.
"Oh my goodness! He isn't pulling his punches." Wilson muttered, laying on the tree that he had crashed into and fell. Earlier, while the scrawny guy was busy dealing with the spiritual and mental issues with Dash and the wisp (which by the way, Wilson still did not understand), Wilson had been holding back while hitting the thin and tall target for to main reasons. One, he ate east knew that the target was useless to them dead and the second reason was because he could not bear to kill someone in cold blood. It just didn't sit well with him.
Unfortiunately for him, something went wrong and now he was at the receiving end of painful, ability-reinforced blows; punches and kicks rained down on Wilson before he could pull his body up.
*Boom*
Wilson desperately rolled around on to hid feet and guarded his face with his forearm - the typical boxing guard technique. It was the right thing for him to have done a that moment because the stomp that missed him and hit the fell tree instead, totally obliterated the tree. As Wilson imagined what would have happened if the tree had been him, he shivered in fear.
"Dear Mother!" He exclaimed and changed his mind about fighting the scrawny guy. That wisp was very wrong; he could not face this monster in a one on one fight. And wha was that nonsense about his fluctuating use of abilities? This guy seems to have complete control over his powers. Change of plans. He turned on his heel and ran for his life. When he turned back to glance behind him, he immediately felt despair. The thin, tall, yet obscenely strong bounty hunter was hunting again. This time, the hunted was a different target and with a different motive - to not merely kill, but to exact vengeance. And what made this all even worse was the fact that no only was he directly breaking through the trees, but he was also ridiculously fast, using those long legs very effectively.
'What exactly are those two doing?' Wilson thought to himself. "Have I just been sabotaged.
Wilson knew he had to do something. If he had just been successfully played by Dash in such a way that he had been led around by the noise and manipulated psychologically for hours.
"No, that can't possibly be." Wilson convinced himself. "Dash probably fell asleep. He must have been mentally exhausted. This guy must have been stronger than the two of them together. After all, they were both really exhausted and I doubt that someone who could master his ability in such a short period of time will be mentally weak." He spoke to himself, calming himself down but without slowing down.
*crack* *Crash* *crack* *Crash*
For the bounty hunter hot on Wilson's tail, the rhythm of breaking straight through the trees was set - run into the tree..
*crack*
… break through it in the second step;
*crash*
And then, the noise spread around. The cracking and crashing sounds of the trees he hunter ran into and through, spread around the forest and slowly began to attract the other bounty hunters.
"I can't allow this to go on!"