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He was playing you, toying with you for his own amusement like so many other people had done so in the past...
It made you seeth in hated and a bitter anger that boiled in your gut. Around you the normal dank wetness that was forever a part of Brockton, even in the summer, reacted in sympathy as the water roiled and condensed together to tendrils of thick, black-green water that undulated in time with your heaving chest.
"Holy fuck you've got issues..." You heard the girl mutter behind you, but she was unimportant compared to making this bastard regret ever coming near you.
He throws a brace of knives at you, testing the waters the voice in your head informs you, but with a casual flick of your wrist you block them with the tentacles and lashed out in return to smash the concrete roof on which he stood. He dodged, in puff of black smoke and the death of a clone. He reappears some distance away on top a water tower of another roof.
He's beyond the range of your tentacle's, which even now grasp and undulate in his direction. But he isn't beyond your grasp, and you realize with a smirk that you aren't locked down into a single location, that as long as their is water close enough, you've go an avenue of attack. And in a city, water is literally everywhere.
Oni-Lee has but second to look down as your tentacles burst out through the steel of the water tower and wrap around and attempt to squeeze the life out of him. He escapes though, as he teleports away and leaves a clone that dies in another cloud of black smoke. His feet have barely touched the ground before he launches another brace of knives out you, which forces you dock on under the wall again for cover and recall your tentacles back closer to your position.
Battle was joined, from where you could see him, he was staring at you in a different way than before. It wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it was.
That made you smirk, even as your heart beat in terror at the close calls so far.
