Brendan rushed in a heartbeat towards the B.T. He jumped and landed his right fist on its jaw.
It showed no signs of pain.
But Brendan did not wait to look surprised. He continued to attack, jumping and swinging punches with all his strength at its face.
At every four punches, it took a step back. It was as if this was not painful at all.
Brendan paused after a while of his assaults, breathing deeply and choking at intervals.
'Don't tell me you're all out of gas?' The B.T mocked him.
He gave a yell of frustration and grabbed the monster by its armpits and smashed it into the ground with all his force then he picked it up and using his super speed, carried it and smashed it into the side of a truck a distance away.
The truck shriveled inwards because of the force. He began punching the B.T again as it lay in the side of the truck.
It did not even make a sound of pain. It just lay there, calmly receiving the blows with no discomfort at all as if it was amused by his fruitless efforts.
He got even angrier and he pulled the B.T to its feet and he gave it a head butt in its left eye.
The eye did not even twitch in pain. The B.T chuckled, releasing a large amount of smoke at the same time. 'How can you even dare call yourself a Versatile when you can't even bruise me the way at least a sharp stone would?'
Brendan was stunned and anxiety began to grip him. He let his back fall as he held the B.T towards him. As soon as his back completely touched the ground with the B.T on top of him, he threw it to the other side using his legs. It flew at least twenty-five feet in the air and twenty-two feet in distance before crashing into a small building, displacing fragments of the wall on impact.
Brendan got up and knelt on one knee, patiently waiting for the B.T to come out. He heard a deep, wheezing chuckle come from the building. He stood up and still waited for the monster to come out.
It finally did come out, unscathed and not even panicking in the slightest.
It said, 'I should say; your punches were as painful as my baby sister's,' it taunted him. It dusted its hands and continued to walk towards him. 'If you're this weak then it just means that the Finch will be weaker. Prophecy does say that you're stronger than her.' It turned its view to the sky and spread its arms wide as if it wanted to embrace the clouds. 'Finally!' it growled, 'The world is about to become my very own for the use I see fit!' It brought its eyes down to Brendan. It was now at least eleven feet from him. 'And now to finish you off so I won't owe the Finch any longer.' It stretched out its hands in a begging manner. Ice began to slowly form in the palms of its hands and then orange fireballs sprouted after. Blue electricity could be seen circulating from the BT's wrists to the tip of its fingers. The ice covered the fireballs and the electricity moved and disappeared inside the ice covered fireballs. The ice suddenly cracked open to reveal white flames in the palms of the BT's wrists. 'Catch, Anonymous!' It yelled, startling Brendan in the process. It hurled the Efi at him.
Brendan managed to sway out of the way of the first then he used his heightened speed to hide behind a partly burnt, small building.
The B.T started throwing the flames at this building. Each fireball bore a hole in the building, spreading fire simultaneously.
Brendan waited anxiously with his back against the wall, thinking of a move as the B.T continued to hurl the fireballs at the building, drawing closer and closer.
That's when Brendan thought of an idea.
He shot from behind the building using his super speed and zigzagged towards the B.T. His plan was to do what he had done when he had fought the Flicker; to confuse it and tackle it head-on.
The results of the plan were not as rewarding. The B.T welcomed his attack with a left backhand strike which sent him flying, crashing and rolling on the road. The road-skidding was brought to a stop by a streetlight which he smashed into with his head. The lamp bent over because of the force. Before he got a chance to get up, the B.T had begun throwing the Efi from its hands again. He dodged three of these balls but the fourth one got him in the chest and propelled him in a cloud of smoke through another building.
The fire burnt through his shirt until it reached his skin. He let out a yell of pain and began putting the fire out using his hands. The pain only increased even more. As soon as he managed to put it out, he sat down inside the building, trying to ease out the pain by rubbing his hands close to his chest. There was now a huge burn mark on his chest. He looked up through the hole in the wall of the building he had crashed into and he saw the B.T running towards him. Each step of its heavy feet shook the ground.
Brendan stood up to fight but just as he did, the pain of the burn on his chest grew worse.
The B.T grabbed him by his neck, raised him up then smashed him into the tiled floor of the building. It began smashing his head into the ground with its feet in a running manner. It then snatched him by his head and his whole head fit into its palm. It punched him twice in his stomach, keeping him from flying away from the force of its blows by keeping his head firmly gripped using its other hand.
'This is how you deliver a head butt..!' it growled, reared its head like a snake and gave him a heavy head butt on the side of his head. 'And this is how you deliver a punch!' It growled again and swung a punch at him with its huge left fist into his belly. It then threw him to a wall of a coffee shop nearby.
He did not break through but left huge fissures on it and he slid down soundlessly down the wall and fell buttocks first onto the pavement. His eyes were shut and his body did not have a morsel of strength left.