John's eyes grew wide as he saw the cloud, positioned at the apex of his leap.
This time he was ready though. The edge of John's mouth upturned as he brought his forearms up to shield his body, the armor extending out in a plate as he flew through the mist.
fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, he thought as he landed, rolling into a standing position to face the girl. It was then that he heard the hissing, and noticed the steam billowing from his arms. He brought his forearm up to see the armor pitting and reforming, the liquid metal covered in the strange substance he flew through a moment ago. It would have likely killed him had any exposed flesh come in contact with the acid.
John looked back at the girl, standing a little taller as he saw the wasps begin to fall from the sky. Come to think of it, she hadn't landed any real hits on him during the entire match. John's smirk tugged at the other edge of his mouth. Perhaps his armor wasn't as useless as he had been thinking of it. It had protected him through this match, and now provided his arms with a coating of acid that would likely hurt her once he landed more hits. John's blood began to pound in his ears as he realized this fight might be winnable after all.
He knocked his fists together a couple times before looking back at the girl through the haze of what was left of the cloud and the shimmering of the midday heat. She had an almost bored expression. He resisted the urge to wipe the beading sweat from his brow with an acid-coated hand.
We'll see if you're bored in a few minutes, John thought, stepping forward with his fists up.
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