Lucks sat atop a pile of bodies, grinning.
Lifting up his sleeve a little he looked at the watch on his wrist. A cheap inexpensive analog one given to him ages back. It was adorned with a bunch of deep jagged cracks in the glass and for some reason, seemed to only work during important occasions. Supposedly it was a magic watch that'd tell someone not the time, but if the moment was at hand. Lucks didn't believe it did, or at least, he never had enough belief in it to put it to active use. In fact, half the time, he actively ignored it. "Ayyy. You're here pretty early huh?
"My guy, it's six p.m." Notable bright yellow eyes. It was a short, short-haired brunette kid with a very bored expression—so bored that it could be called a bored expression that displayed how much they didn't care without the description being all too repetitive.
"Well. I'm stuck in the past. So I say it's actually six am." Lucks got up, stretching out a bit, readying himself up. "I took care of these guys pretty easily ya know? I doubt you'll be much of a better fight."
"Well. That's why I got this guy."
"Hmm? What do ya mean guy? It's gu-"
Crossing his arms, he blocked the impact of a giant's underhand punch. Flying through the air and spinning around, he caught himself on the ground with a couple of light steps, Upon getting his footing back, he looked at the giant who'd suddenly appeared. Brunette, yellow eyes, same irritated bored expression. Oh, kid?
Right now, they were frankly, large as hell. Standing at something like fifteen feet, their arms were also proportioned for striking, as in, while they weren't overly long to make him look weirdly proportioned, they were pretty fucking long. Plus they seemed to have spawned a ton of muscle. Their hands were big enough to enclose a person's head. Licking his lips a bit in contemplation, Lucks readjusted himself, taking a loose stance, "So is your ability like body manipulation or?"
Kicking straight, the giant's legs reached his head with no effort. Blocking the kick of their massive legs, Lucks' was flung from the force.
They were fast. Albeit, nothing special.
Catching himself with a flip, Lucks leaped into the air to kick em in the head, only to have kicked nothing. They had shrunk. Fourteen feet in the air, Lucks looked down and saw massive hands trying to grab him.
Stepping on the fingers and hopping away from their grasp, Lucks whistled, "Alright. First of all. I'm not the underdog here. I will absolutely destroy both of you. Second of all, I know it's not just one guy you brought..."
As he turned to look at them, he noticed an orange milky-colored bubble floating behind him. It popped and it enveloped him in an explosion.
Rolling out of the smoke, he dropped his sweater, and the two stood in front of him. The kid was no longer giant nor shrunk. Instead of being the height of a toddler, they had seemed to have taken a more adult-ish form, standing at a taller height of something around 5'6 or so. Standing next to him, was a much taller young man. They had a lanky build, wearing a brown suit and tie, and what seemed to be a detective cap to Lucks. They had bright orange eyes and dark black hair.
Alright. So yellow-eyed brown hair kid and orange-eyed black hair kid. What a duo indeed.
"Alright. Well, this is guys plural, but where's the third-..."
There was something in the air. He could feel that interesting something was approaching.
A big presence. It resembled Lucks' own. Although, his was the result of throwing himself around without regard. Theirs was much less friendly and a bit more geared towards absolute intimidation.
He finally understood why they said "guy" and not "guys." These two would not be the main ones fighting him. Maybe the two would try to attack him afterward, but he got the gist of this person being the main threat.
Behind him, a man drenched in gloominess walked out. Decorated in a black coat, he looked like he hadn't slept for ages. Well-kempt black hair and crazy dark eyebags under his eyes. He had a scar wrapped around his neck. His eyes looked dead, but there were flames within them.
Lucks always wondered what the deal with that was. He always came across people with this burning conviction in their eyes. He always found it pointless. Soooo many people. All so dissatisfied. He thought they were even greedier than he was. Well, whatever, it wasn't like he of all people could truly judge.
Breathing out a plume of blackish-grey mist, the teen looked at Lucks. "Want a cigarette?"
It was something of a sign of respect, one they only offered to the strong. Indeed, they didn't hold too many people in very high regard at all. He was one of the different ones though. After all, Lucks was strong. Everyone knew that.
"I don't smoke."
"Alright then. Let's begin then?"
They flicked their cigarette at Lucks. It shot through the air towards him at a crazy speed. Catching it, the cigarette exploded in his hand, unable to withstand the force it was launched with.
Lucks' looked at his hands. "Huh."
As the bits of the cigarette fell out his hand, Lucks focused his eyes onto the leather coat-wearing young man.
Taking a stance, he responded, "No point in waiting around I suppose."
Tick. Tick. Tick. The gears within starting to whirl to action.
One second. Two seconds. It would stop at the third.
The floor beneath them would give out as leather coats took a step. As Lucks lost his footing, they dashed forward with what would presumably be a punch that could end him.
It was a full-powered attack. Although Lucks didn't have a "gift", he knew it'd be stupid to underestimate him, they were a legend after all. Dropping his body to the ground, Lucks' fingers dug into the floor, and he swung his entire body, catching them with a devastating kick to the body.
Rocketing into a wall, their eyes peered out of the darkness of the hole left by their impact. By now, Lucks' expression had gone cold. "Try harder if you wanna win. Because I'm going to try to kill you."