The Cool, the Masked, the Cretaceous (Recoil)

After his foray in the shopping district Recoil needed to regain some of his pride back, he had spent the last two nights awake trying to find the perfect arch-nemesis. He went through internet forums, old news reports etc, eventually he had gone through a dozen some-odd names until he ended on this one named "G". Normally aliases reflected some gimmick or personality trait displayed by the hero, but "G" by itself usually doesn't say much about a person but to Recoil it spoke louder than most words, why? Because it mean't he may speak English, and if that was the case it'd be a hell of a lot easier to monologue.

He was considered by some the number one vigilante, and stronger than Red Horn according to villain chat through he felt as if they were being dishonest. Still, he'd never know unless he tested for himself, so he after spending an hour of stitching his sling back together, he put on his mask and headed out. Thanks to various forums he managed to narrow down his possible locations to a handful of spots.

He tried to get into the head of this mysterious "G" and think like him. Where would he go if he was a mysterious vigilante? He scouted various areas from the outskirts, to the shopping district all with no avail, just as he was beginning to lose hope he made a last second stop by the beach. It was too cold for anyone to want to swim, but maybe he'd be there, and just as look would have it on that beautiful beach stood a man, with a weird device playing nearly deafening music that he didn't know the origin of, and next to both was a two meter tall giant Isopod.

Without a moment to lose Recoil sprinted out into the beach yelling "YOU! YOU! I AM THE INFAMOUS VILLAIN RECOIL! ARE YOU THE FAMOUS G!?" waving his one good arm toward what might possibly be his newest rival to add to his hero gallery.

Recoil laughed "Hahaha. Trust me I am more than just any old villain, I am a new arrival to the villain scene of Japan. You are looking at the living phoenix of honorable villainy, Recoil, and I have deigned you worthy of my presence. YOU G! He pointed towards him a smirk forming beneath his mask. "I give YOU the honor of being my newest in a long line of arch-nemesis's, I hope you don't disappoint." He spoke in his usual villainous confidence and arrogance before continuing his monologue.

"I've watched you for a while now, I've investigated your each ability. I know of your mighty beast and it's fabulous capabilities! But even that won't be able to save you from the vicious defeat your about to face." He continued on motioning his hands in grandiose gestures.

You are correct G- Wait... Uh..U- You are both correct and incorrect simultaneously! For you see, I Recoil, am not stupid but neither am I brave, I am merely the first of a dawning new age of glorious honorable villainy! Now, let us do combat, man to man. I shall show you the might of the villain Recoil and defeat you using your own power!" He took a stance and prepared to fight, even through the thought in the back of his mind brought up to him.

"Hey, you know you only have three working fingers right? Against the strongest vigilante, one that some say is stronger than... The Red Horn?" And do you know what he said to those thoughts? They were probably correct, but that had never stopped him before! Also this would easily win him back his confidence. So he braced himself for his joust against the legendary G, hoping against all hope, that he leaves a mark... Or gets out without any further broken bones or in jail.

"We done? We're fighting now? Oookay" Recoil gave snarky laugh "Yes... I am "done". We may now commence with our battle of brawn where you will find you are ou-" Recoil's sentence was cut off by G saying "Just use what we practice and slap him around."

Before he could make some witty retort he noticed the crustacean lifting it's hands which he found odd, wasn't the point of summon to attack? Wait no... He had some other ability... What was it ag- By now a shadow had appeared overhead blotting out the sun.

Oh yea, he controls water... Well that's unfortunate; as the hand came crashing down Recoil attempted to deal with it as he dealt with most things, by smugly flexing his power lifting one hand to stop the oncoming death-trap. There was one problem however.... The hand was a fluid not a solid.

So as it came thundering down all the water went beside Recoil and straight down to the ground with Recoil poking out like a prairie dog on the guard. 'Waitwaitwaitfuckowait. WhatdoIdowahw-' attempting to quickly do... Anything really... He attempted to leap out of bounds of the hand to which he did...ish.

He got from the bounds of the hand that was for certain, but he had ruined his jump and feel face first into the ground. With only a second left he tried his best to think of anything BUT his legs.

He thought of his legs and soon his right leg was covered in a dark purple as a blood-curdling crack could be heard coming from the area of the leg. "HmmmHMMMMMMMMMAHMHMMMHAHGMMMMMM" He was barely to suppress himself from screaming in terrible pain, accidentally clenching his hand so hard that when he accidentally redirected it to his totaled leg it formed a bruise marks that only further exacerbated his pain.

He tried to pick himself back up but with three working fingers that's... Difficult. This reminded him of blow he took from Red Horn, accept a lot worse since it was his leg and he needed that. A-alright that was a good first blow...Ohmygodithurtssomuch... But now it's my turn.

Even Recoil was surprised when he got up with one arm, through now he couldn't really walk thanks to his leg he was still able to stand albeit taking a knee. To say he had made a mistake would have been an understatement, he didn't simply make a "mistake" he had made a leg-breaking life-shattering villainous-reputation ruining mistake, but even still he spoke grandiosely trying to keep his pokeface.

"You think... That... Is enough to hold down the great and tenacious RECOIL!?! You are sorely mistaken... I, the great Recoil, will beat you using your OWN ATTACK!" He said pointing his unharmed index finger to the sky as he made his decree.

As Recoil was pointing his finger to the sky he decided to lift his head up near the end of his monologue, y'know to get that whole dramatic stare going but there was one problem... As he raised his head he found himself face first in the liquid middle finger of a salt water hand as it attempted to flick him. "You certainly are an annoying competitor..."

Again due to his power it went straight through him, once again seeming to have no effect, but this time he wasted no time, he once again attempted to leap toward G with his legs up in the air and his body rocketing toward G like a torpedo he outstretched his hand, hoping against all hope that with three fingers he'd be able to convert the full force of the flick into a touch.

If G attempted to dodge it'd be painfully easy but still Recoil wanted to show off his "stuff" so to speak. "One... Two..." Beneath his mask he closed his eyes on the three mark knowing full well what was about to happen to his grasper, but it'd be worth it... Probably... Not at all. Even so Recoil, despite all the pain and his current condition, found it difficult to not enjoy a fight against a real vigilante even if it was going to be fairly one sided. "THREE!" 'C'mon let this work...'

The moment G sidestepped Recoil felt his index finger snap backward, that wasn't good. He wanted to scream in agony but that'd be poor etiquette, and that was against the code of villainy now... Still he let out a "HmmmMHMHMHM" through his teeth.

Matthew needed to think fast, he had two fingers, a mostly tarnished leg, and was in terrible pain. There had to be a way out of th- as Goliath grabbed Recoil's leg his dreams of slamming on the beach ground would unfortunately be tarnished, instead Recoil was oddly impossible to pick up beyond what he allowed his leg to go. Recoil saw this as an opportunity and was about to make a counter attack using his other leg. "One... Two..." But before he could lift up his other leg G said something that stopped him in his track.

"Oooooh, I know you! You're that guy who hurt that kid. Oh boy are you gonna pay for that." No... He can't be meaning... Oh god. Recoil went silent as suddenly he began to rocket up and down into the ground by himself while Goliath held his legs down.

Since he had forgotten to focus it he spared himself of excessively injured, but still the effect of being slammed into the ground repeatedly made him cough up a few droplets of bleed under his mask.

"Why'd y-you have to bring up her... I d-didn't mean... I tried to say sorry." He spoke with a different voice now, he seemed pain by the mention of his "incident" with the girl.

By this point Matthew laid on the ground just thinking about the whole situation with the girl without even bothering trying to raise a defense. 'Why did it have to be them, of all the people he brought up why them...; His mind began to swirl with emotions, he didn't even have a witty monologue in response to his comment about breaking him.

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Quirk: Kinetic Transfer (E Rank)
Combat Ability: Counter-attacker (F Rank)
Mundanes: F rank

"I thought she was a hero. I tried to it make up I reall- Just... I'm sorry just keep going... Where were we? Oh you were making another attack, alright then." Matthew again struggled to stand to at least feign this was some sort of great villainous outing. He was slumped with his sling having broken due to his poor knitting skill causing his broken arm to hang to his side, meanwhile his hand was bleeding from his broken finger and his injured leg was shaking erratically.

He felt deflated, all enjoyment he had with this fight was sucked away by the mere mention of the girl. He didn't think he injured her that badly, but maybe he just didn't look hard enough. He had never liked involving innocents when there was no hero around, it served no purpose and went against his code on brutality.

Matthew began to feel himself fall into a pool of self-pity, why couldn't he ever get the nemesis he wanted? Why did every situation have some catch to it, when it was Red Horn she was drunk, when it was the hero Kro-kricket it was an innocent girl, when he met his neighbor they were polite and.. And... "God, I'm stupid aren't I." He stopped himself from any going any further.

During this internal conflict he had lost track of the situation and soon found himself taking a large amount of water straight to the chest, if this was stronger than the blasts from earlier it could possible blow off a limb if he tried to redirect it, think think think. "I'm not out yet hero." He switched to his original voice, with a smirk appearing beneath his mask. 

There's no way he'd be able to capitalize on this power without damaging something beyond repair, he needed to try and mitigate it but he also needed to get close to the vigilante. "One. Two." He spoke quietly, closing his eyes to focus completely. 'If I mess this up I'll die.' He casually thought. For a brief moment as the pressurized water hit him he'd stand like a rock, immovable and unflinching, then suddenly two holes ripped through his hoodies as he was launched once again toward G. Except where last time he leaped, this time he was using the force of the Hydro-gun to propel him, he was less like a rocket and more like a speeding bullet aimed directly towards G.

He wasn't good enough to control to steer it, he'd no doubt take an additional damage upon impact, and his sides had now ripped open and were bleeding rather heftily. But goddamn it let's just try this out, maybe we can get one hit. He furled his remaining somewhat working hand into a fist and prayed for a lucky blow, really he was more likely to just slam his body into G than actually hit him with a punch.

For a moment Matthew's eyes lit up, was he going to actually do it? Then suddenly, almost as if the forces that be decided to play a cruel joke his legendary Isopod stepped in, putting an end to Matthew's moment. Upon making impact with Goliath Recoil's body would remain stiff as a board as the energy reverberated through him, in this time he attempted to grab at the air toward G.

"I'm the legendary vill-" Suddenly the giant Isopod had gripped Recoil's leg and slammed him down to the earth disorienting him while he thought of a way to try and turn this around again, but so lost in thought was he he had forgotten about the impact of slamming into Goliath, causing the force to accidentally not be redirected resulting in the full brunt going to his chest and causing blood to upshoot from his mouth drenching the face beneath the mask. For a second he worried about his chest collapsing but he tried to keep up the act.

"Ayeecandodis." His head was beginning to spin and his words started to slur together. He attempted to get up again but he found his body unwilling to cooperate this time, his muscles felt stiff and the slightest movement made him feel a similar pain to when he took a blow from the Red horn except... Across his entire body. His sides felt like hell and when he glanced over he realized that the impact from the Hydro gun was a little stronger than he anticipated, the skin on his sides had peeled clean off an it wasn't a pretty sight.

While he was taking stock of, well, himself, he heard a strange snap of someone's fingers and as he turned around he saw a massive Isopod's head coming forward at alarming speeds, crashing against his head and shattering his mask revealing his bloodied, yet unharmed, face. Matthew didn't even fully process it, he just felt an incredible drowsiness encroach and over take him making his eyes feel heavy. "One...Two..." Matthew laid back, he wanted to try and wipe his face but one arm was broken and the othe-.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK....

Matthew let loose a tremendous pain-fueled scream, before all of the endorphins and adrenaline had been helping him cope with the pain but now his supply was used up.