Who Wants to Beat a Millionaire? || Kou Nakamura

He followed close behind with heavy breath heated with each exhale. A slick shine to his lower lip as his tongue from time to time sliding across his teeth and lower lip. Imagining the taste of dark delights to replace the linger taste of liquor still clinging to his tongue. Listening with with only for the most part quiet chuckles along their walk. The step of his designer shoes heard loudly behind her as he kept along not far behind. Finger tips occasionally tickling along her lower end or back. The large frame looming behind her as her words and slight flirts were set to the side in his mine for the thoughts he'd rather consider and chase in consideration. Temptation taking firm grasp on his spirit within himself. 

He kept close following not far behind one hand in the pocket of his suit pocket. His curved grin remaining ever present. Chuckling to himself as he watched her closely his nose eye turned up lightly as his eyes seemed to look over all of her as he gazed in her direction. "I can keep a secret, You don't have to worry about that. An there's nothing wrong with being a little bad now and again. Besides I always pay my favorites extra well and treat them best. So lets get to popping that cork shall we?" He'd ask chuckling with a heavy breath. His grin lightly curved showing a bit of his pearly whites normally hidden behind his lips. A small light scar upon his lip as well given while he seemed dressed in expensive clothes and carrying himself with a sense of importance. He also didn't appear the weak suit either hiding behind only money. He had a strength to him that was hard to pin down and equally so adding a sense of danger in the air and aura that surrounded him. 

His target evaded- Not by his own will, but by that of the Asura Piercer’s own partner. Eyes narrowed behind the mask. Maimed, dead, what was the difference? One less sick fuck in the world, either way. Ah, but she was a vigilante, wasn’t she? The ones sick enough in the head to think that their justice was all that mattered. He should know- He was one of them. “I came her to take this scum off the streets, one way or another. What do you care if it’s in a stretcher or a body bag?” But neither of the two vigilantes would be given a chance to try and argue the point. Flesh rippled to reveal a creature decidedly inhuman, and no less awful in appearance than he was in personality. The Piercer which had struck the man’s armored shoulder slowly withdrew. “You’re tougher than you look, not that that’s saying much.”

Quirked or not, it didn’t matter much. Just meant that this would be a messy hit more often than not. And it could have been over so easily, too. Well, whatever. There was no use fighting over unspilled blood. “They say a quirker’s personality has nothing to do with their quirk, but all I see is a piece of shit who looks like a piece of shit.” Kou would taunt, even as the scum’s single eye began to glow. Two piercers dug into the ground, and as the light focused into a beam, would pull him out of the way. Well, throw, more like- The strength of the appendages which grew from his back was enough to launch his body clear of the blast. Another pair of claws slammed into the wall of the alley, pulling himself to a stop. A wary gaze fell on the wall behind where he had been- The very bricks melting into slag. A warning for what would happen to him, if he were to get careless again. He cast his gaze to Elena, BlueBlitz… Though behind his mask, it would be difficult to know where his eyes lay. “I don’t believe in pulling punches. Not against human trash. If you want to play the hero, be my guest. That’s not who I am. But since you are, in the interest of fighting him instead of each other, I’ll cut you a deal.” As he spoke, Kou would continue to hold wary of their target- But he couldn’t deal with him unless he and miss sense of justice came to a compromise. Fighting both of them at once would end poorly- He knew this from experience.

“If we take him down without killing him? I won’t finish him off while he’s harmless. But until then, I’m not going to waste openings just because of a little disembowelment. People like this don’t deserve that much mercy.” He was speaking about their foe, but his thoughts lay elsewhere. The other people who did not deserve mercy. He wasn’t about to spare them out of some misplaced sense of justice. Nor would he want to spare this low level creep. But for the sake of cooperation- Well, it was a sacrifice he was fine with making. Elena’s plans were brutal enough that he might wish he were dead, when she were through.

He couldn't help chuckle in a deep almost ominous sounding voice. It didn't sound human anymore as it eminated from small holes barely visible in the strange shelled one eyed face that now faced them. The monstrous transformation he'd taken as if he was some suited horror movie monster from wall-street only made that much more awful with that odd chuckle that bellowed out of his distorted face. 

"Tricksters with morals? Luring a target away but pulling punches? You two really aren't professionals at all are you?.. Stupid kids." He'd say snarling lightly after that taking on a position just as their talk ending and Elena rushed him. Her fire like form smashing into him. The blunt force causing him to stumble back briefly and the front of his suit briefly catching fire and charring quickly into emberred blackened bits of cloth that slowly melted away. He let out a oddly ominous voice that sounded of burning pain as the scales under his coat and burnt shirt at least what could be seen so far seemed to glow as they heated like metal. While protecting him from the blunt of her damage the heat seeming to heat the scales as well so while the blunt force did little he continued to feel burning stings even after as his burning suit only continued to keep the scales burning. 

Still standing firm though only stumbling back roughly a step he turned back with a swivel at his hips. Trying to put his weight in a heavy back hand at Elena to try and smash a scaled heavy hand even upon her fire covered face. Whether it hit or miss though his eye would begin to ignite as he'd try to fire a blasting beam straight for close up now. He hoped it'd follow up from a dazing smashing hand but if not at least at this range it'd be hard to miss. Perhaps almost forgetting about her partner as his rage and anger of his high quality suit being ruined sent anger riveting all through his body. 

----
-Suit burned, Scales heating up like metal and causing burning even after she's pulled away.
-Tries to back hand her and then fire a laser currently giving her all his focus.

His strike was rewarded with the familiar feeling of torn flesh- Although not as satisfyingly as he’d have liked. “Hmph. Those scales are no joke,” Kou growled in frustration. In practice, he’d been able to punch holes in soft metals, and even damaged iron! To have been struck dead on and still be able to stand was a testament to the monster’s defenses. Kou frowned. It wasn’t as though he enjoyed picking on weaklings, but he also couldn’t afford to get injured on what was tantamount to a hobby. His wound from the TV station had only just healed, and he wasn’t looking to get another so soon! “I shoulda known this would happen. Why can’t these perverts ever be normal.” First a charging boar, now a laser lizard… Uggh, at this rate, when he finally went after him, he would turn out to have guns for fingers, or something.

But now was no time to complain, and the scaled pervert had already begun to strike back. The four claws which had not struck forward pulled in, the elbow driving into their thick carapace. But behind his piercers, Nakamura Kou was a normal human, and the force of the blow pushed him backwards. His feet slid along the grungy floor of the alley, but the worst of the blow was avoided. The same could not be said for the next blow, which came as Kou was still recovering from the first.

The sizzling laser blasted straight into his Piercer, burning the carapace away to reach the muscle underneath- “Gyaaargh!” It was the first time Kou had been so painfully injured, and it showed. His piercers waved chaotically as he stumbled backwards in pain. Having never injured his piercers before, let alone so severely, it was even in question whether or not they would heal. And he had no one to blame but himself. Still, with the attack being aimed at him, Chumley’s back had been left open. Channeling his pain into rage, Kou roared at his partner- “That’s it, take him down, Blue!”


tl;dr
Ow

In a manner of speaking all the suited goon could see was a savage red. The mouth covered up by twisted scales salivated at the pleasure of watching his beam sizzle and pop while blasting into the foe that had faced him. The pleasure of exerting his power of the lower class trash that he felt were beneath his designer shoes. The peons of society that should know their place and remain under heel rather then rise higher to a station they had no right to even dream of. The pleasure of the sound and vision of pain he caused to the one that stood against him almost reverberating more pleasure though his chilling body then he would have gotten from the brutal violation he had intended earlier on the dark skinned vixen. A thought that still remained as well in his mind if he truly had his way in future moments. But drunk on a rage and the sexual joy from exerting pain onto another left him open just as the fellow called out. Little time to react when he realized this mistake leaving the singed suited demon a day late and a dollar short one might say.

The fire embodied blue vixen earning her name as she soared upon him almost like a elegant flame gliding across the ground that caused a tremble shivering upwards through the mains spine. His knuckles lightly popping as his body tensed freezing in a brief moment of surprise rather then reacting. A cost that only furthered his metaphorical debt as flames came soaring around him. Being covered in a metal like substance of extreme strength found a folly when heated already. Like having ones own defense burning you from the extreme heat this bitch put off. Turning herself out in a heat that wasn't the kind he'd previously desired.

The woman would leap and her legs locking around his chest. The upper half of his suit quickly dissipating into expensive cloth embers towards the ground as his scales while still intact and whole would like before begin to slowly glow from the intense heat as they sizzled and popped much like a skillet heating before an egg would fall into its burning plate. The pain was intense as searing hands burned grasping his head as well as in near instant bright shine his head was glowing a burning bright red like iron heating in a smelter. The hard plating of his beam eye a while not soft was not nearly as hard as the rest of his body. The sensation feeling more like a mold able glass as her fingers dug deep heating it burning blinding him for the moment if not from burning then from the bright light alone burning right in his unblinking eye in this form.

He screamed in out a sound like one might imagine one would when enveloped in pain of fire. His knuckles and hands moving quickly grasping at anything they could get hold of or trying to at least. Screaming and soaring all the same moving about and stumbling and barely managing to stay on his feet in his pained panic. His strong metal scaled hands would reach out daring to grip fire if they were able to find a hold though. Trying to use what power he could summon on his grasps looking for her sides intending to wrap his arms around her back endangering himself further. Grasping to hold her steady as he screamed out in what may have been one of his final gambles as his mind could not think clearly in the moment. Arms locking behind her back as his body would be nearly entirely glowing red at this point. The smell of cooking meat and steam rising from his scales as he'd propose a challenge if he'd gotten his arms firmly around her.

He'd intend to crush with all the might he had and with his hard scales a firm grasp around her or attempt to at least. An would risk to see which body would give out first. All the while while her fingers burned at his single glass like eye that seemed to contort and be giving into the heat. The beam would slowly brighten but not yet fire as small cracks began to appear on his head armor around his eye. The fires causing some sort of problem but to which he only seemed to slowly build up more power in it even though it had not yet fired. His speech as well lowered to simply garbled moans of pain and as if the sound of froth filling his mouth muffled given his actual mouth was buried underneath the armor.

-----
-Was latched onto by Elena legs around his chest and hands on his eye
-The strange material of the eye burns and contorts and seems to be struggling to want to fire a beam but is only building up power and surrounding armor is cracking
-Foe's body is bright red as the scales heat up like heated iron and most of his suit is burned away
-Is attempting to keep trying to force energy through his eye while also intending to bear grip around Elena's back in a war of attrition as force is applied while the burning fire continuously heats him further. Leading to steam and the scent of cooking meat rising from his body.