In that instant, Beast took a swipe at the phantom's head, and the white mask flew into the air. Only for it to reveal Felix's glowing blue eyes.
The blue-eyed man lunged forward with an enraged grin.
"AGKH!"
Everything suddenly turned pitch black.
Buzzing lights filled the silence, the eerie green flickered across the parking lot.
Beast opened his eyes, surprised to find himself staring at the ceiling, "Wh-wha— the hell—? Why am I?"
He reached for the throbbing in his forehead, and winced as soon as he touched it, feeling something warm from it. When he had brought his hand to his line of sight, he saw that it was dripping in red. His spiked blond hair was drenched in his own blood.
Beast saw Felix stroking the arm he just bit into.
This kid… he grabbed me by the head… and he…
He recollected the blue-eyes closing in, and the feeling of a hand squeezing his face, before promptly getting smashed against the floor.
Panic started to settle in as his breathing grew heavy and uneven. He clutched the ashen black ground and picked up pieces of dirt and debris, before getting back up and wiping off the blood sliding across his brown eyes.
Fighting head-on isn't gonna work.
The brute took his stance. The phantom noticed, put his mask back on, and answered in kind.
As they met head on, the phantom effortlessly avoided Beast's upcoming blow with a swift side step, and replied with his own right hook. But before it could land, Beast grinned and unclenched his fist, flinging dust and grime from his hand and into his opponent's eyes.
Blinded by the crafty attack, Beast followed up with a blow to his gut. His body was shot into the air, but his feet landed first, skidding against the grime.
"Did I get him?" He squinted.
The brute's attention was then drawn to the sound clinking metal falling on the ground. He saw metallic shards clatter to the ground.
It quickly dawned on him what he was looking at.
"Looks my hands were stronger than your claws." Felix lifted up his arm, which were covered in cuts and metal shards. In his palms, he held the broken blades of Beast's claws.
"What?"
After the question escaped his lips, he heard a snap — his gauntlet began to break apart.
As its crimson pieces clattered to the ground, the agent swung the blades back at him. The criminal let out a guttural screamed as the blades shot through his now-defenseless forearm.
Beast finally collapsed to his knees.
The phantom whipped his arm, casting out the remaining metal shards embedded inside it. His footsteps began to echo throughout the parking lot, looking down on the self-proclaimed beast.
"What's wrong? Aren't you gonna use the claws you're so proud of?" The phantom laughed, calmly approaching.
"What… WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
Beast's heavy breathing turned into uneven gasps as he looked up at the man-made monster standing in front of him.
The Blue Phantom held his black gun an inch before Beast's forehead, mirroring what Beast had done to him earlier. But as Beast looked up, his expression reminded Felix of Harbinger's frightened face, of Asahi's plea for mercy.
There was a second of hesitation, but Maria's words echoed in his ear, "You were only prolonging his suffering."
He let out a shaky exhale, and answered, "Me? I'm an esper. Do you know what that means?"
Through Beast's blurry vision, the masked agent with glowing blue eyes appeared like the reaper ready to swing.
I see now… This damned brat… is Death itself.
The last thing he witnessed was the white gun in front of him.
After pulling the trigger, Beast fell to the ground, atop one of the black craters.
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