Extraction Point

The Radiation Enhancer rested on a podium, formerly safeguarded by doors and locks only allowed inside with entry-cards and biometric identification. For Moth-Man, it was an easy obstacle to overcome, using his Rad-A Division to manipulate the soldiers overseeing the building.

"It's wonderful, isn't it, Myuto?" asked Moth-Man, marveling at the creation, "Baretti Kiritojin really blew his back out to make this thing. It'll help in my pursuit of power!"

"Why did you want the pursuit of power again?" asked Myuto.

"Not important, Myuto," smiled Moth-Man as he laid his hands on the machine, "What is important is that I'm finally at my goal. Wouldn't you agree?"

SHLICK!

"Myuto, what are you doing?" asked Moth-Man, feeling the blood spewing from his back from the gash made by a card.

"What does it look like?" asked Myuto, "I'm picking a fight and stopping you."

"Really now?" asked Moth-Man, "I have to say. This has got to be the worst betrayal in history. You've gone so far and defeated your own friends who could've clearly helped you in this battle? Lended you support? Aid?"

"It's the very reason that we're alone in this room that I have a chance to beat you," explained Myuto, "I'm deaf, so I can't be controlled by your Division. If anyone else were here, you would manipulate them and turn this into a 2v1. If you ask me, this is the best bet I've had for a long time."

"And why now? There have been plenty of times where we've been alone together."

"Because in your excitement, this is your most vulnerable."

Myuto was right. The gash on Moth-Man's back was tearing even more. It was a wound that if Moth-Man were to move too much, he'd bleed out before he'd get the chance to finish going through his entire plan.

"Doing this so I can't crab walk out of your attacks," mumbled Moth-Man, "How very well planned. This just means I have to defeat you while staying still and not moving my body."

"Your entire fighting style revolves around dodging and counterattacking," glared Myuto as he rushed in with a knife, "Don't think you've got this easy!"

Myuto shoved his knife towards Moth-Man's chest, who had smacked it away with his hand. Using his other hand, Moth-Man would throw a punch at Myuto, only for Myuto to counterattack with another knife from his other hand. As this interaction went on, Moth-Man kicked Myuto in the stomach, causing Myuto to fall down, but instinctually lift his foot high up, which sported a knife in his shoe. This caused a slash in Moth-Man's leg.

"How's that for a fighting style?" smiled Moth-Man.

"Don't get cocky," replied Myuto as he got up, "I still managed to slash you."

"You did so by revealing a hidden weapon," glared Moth-Man in a menacing tone, "You're stupid to think that this was an advantage on your side! In a battle, information is more reliable than actual damage!

If I wasn't so analytical, you'd be dead."

"Say that when you're not stuck in place!" yelled Myuto, throwing multiple cards at him repeatedly, with about the same rate of fire as an assault rifle.

Moth-Man held out and extended his arms in a cross, ensuring that his face and parts of his upper chest were shield from the card throws. However, it was useless as the cards would spiral in different trajectories. With how Myuto would throw them, they'd spin around in erratic lines. Some would spin strictly forward, but some would also revolve in a curve-ball stance. While the cards that spun strictly forward would hit the arms, the cards that spun in a curve-ball would go around, hitting parts of the mask and shoulders.

However, one of Myuto's more erratic card throws are the abnormal trajectories. These abnormal trajectories are only performed through the use of illogical throwing patterns and a low amount of force. Myuto only had the ability to throw two of these erratic card throws. One had swooped under the arm shield and revolved back up, almost defying gravity and cutting a slanted line through Moth-Man'a mask. The other would be thrown in the bottom left, going behind Moth-Man and revolving back like a boomerang, slicing through Moth-Man's side. It would cut deep enough to pierce the heart.

Moth-Man coughed up blood, which leaked through the cracks of his mask. Myuto managed to deal significant damage, but had lost all of his ranged attacks in the process.

"I was wrong to think you could..." coughed Moth-Man, "You couldn't betray me. Here I am contemplating my actions of hiring you. You're truly the most dangerous soldier out of TOR."

"And the first one to have your head," glared Myuto as he ran up, throwing his last knives, "I'm your natural enemy."

As the knives hit Moth-Man in the arm, Myuto jumped up in an attempt to perform a drop-kick. With this amount of force, it would be enough to kick Moth-Man's head clean off.

Except, Moth-Man had side-stepped with a crab walk, blood immediately gushing out of his back.

"You... you're not supposed to move!" thought Myuto.

"It puts me at a disadvantage to move," smiled Moth-Man, "But I still have the option to regardless!"