James had to be careful, Michael Freeman was freakishly strong, even more so then he recalled. James knew of Michael's downside though, if you can get him angry enough he would stop thinking rationally. If James were to do that, he may be able to get Mike to fight haphazardly and attack when he leaves himself open. James stealthily navigated around the ruffage on the floor, careful not to give away his location. General Freeman was getting frustrated not being able to find James "Come out you coward!". James was quick to respond "Good lord Freeman, your suppose to lift weights, not eat them. Really let yourself go big guy". Mike smirked, he was eventually going to find him as long as he kept him talking. "You always were the weakest James, always hiding behind those of us in the front lines". James continued to elude General Freeman "Yeah, your fuck buddy didn't think I was weak when I smashed his head in with a fire exstinguisher". That struck a nerve within General Freeman, the man James was referring to was his childhood friend that was caught extorting prisoners of war and selling them off as slaves to raiders.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4giDxfzR2s
General Freeman smashed his fist through one of the concrete support beams and grit his teeth and spat out a response quietly underneath his seething rage "I'm going to fucking kill you". James then asked what he said, and suggested if he took out an immaginary phallus from his mouth he may be able to speak clearly. James kept talking this way to General Freeman because he knew the man to be homophobic and was easily angered by statements like this. General Freeman lost himself to his rage moments after James was able to get a glimpse of him in between an open space of stacked boxes. Mike's veins bulged out of his arms, legs, and neck prefusely and James was shocked to see Mike's shirt torn a sunder from the force of straining muscles pushed against it.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjKrgG1W4FQ
James went to move but accidently dropped a box. James was quick when it came to his reflexes though, and caught the box moments before it fell to the ground. James took a quiet sigh of relief as he set it down. That was all that General Freeman needed to hear at this point though. He came charging at James and lept at the boxes, wooden pilates, and other various abandoned materials that James was seeking shelter behind. Mike kicked them with such force that they obliterated upon impact. James crouched low and avoided the flying kick. James could see an oppurtunity as Mike was airborne and unable to block. James pushed his hands toward his one side with his palms open and then aimed for Mike's upper right quadrant of his abdomen, using his anatomical analyzer contacts to see precisely where the brutish man's liver was. James struck with a double palm heel with all the energy he could muster in a single blow.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2XBsL4rwMA
James may not have been as strong as General Freeman, but he was definately smarter. He knew that the capsule around the liver had a lot of nerve fibers which was directly linked to the autonomic nervous system. With enough force it caused dynamic pressure changes in the organ. This would trigger a sudden dialation of all blood vessels within the target's body. Dropping the blood pressure so drastically from someone who is currently experiencing a hypertensive state would cause the fighter to drop like a rock and most likely make them pass out.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTvBkkAoQe8
At least this would of worked if it didn't feel as though James just punched a brick wall. Hardly any kinetic energy from his hit reached the General's liver. It was absorbed mostly by his steel like muscles. The General felt it though, grunting loudly from the pain. This only seemed to deepen his rage though. James took note, as he was preparing to block the General's retaliation blow, just how hard his heart was working. James could see it beat incredibly fast with his AAC and decided if he couldn't drop the General by decreasing his blood pressure he'd see just how much his poor cardiovascular system could handle. James tapped his thumb of his left hand against his smallest finger, index finger, middle finger, and the index finger once again. This triggered the palm of the gloves to start secreting epinepherin gel.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy8uW4BROLO
That was the last thing he was able to do before Mike bashed him with his elbow. James was sure to block the blow to the best of his ability so that it didn't crush his ribcage. This also allowed him the chance to give Mike Freeman a heavy dose of epinepherin through his skin. James was propelled back several feet from the force of the blow and landed on his back. James grabbed one of his knives from his pants pockets as soon as he landed. Michael was quick though, he lunged in the air and smashed his knee into the ground toward where James was. Fortunately for James, he was even faster, and propelled his body off the ground; holding himself up with his shoulders and the back of his neck, evading the blow by mere centimeters. James then threw all his weight forward and whipped his right leg into Mike's nose. This disorientated him a moment, which James took to his full advantage and got back up.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWYaZ3lvFCM
James then coated the knife he was holding with the epinepherine gel on his gloves. Right as he finished Mike charged him throwing punches wildly at him. James expertly dodged the General's now log-like arms and slashed at them intermittently with his knife. The knife didn't do any real damage though. The general was so freakishly large by this point James could of stuck the full six inches of the blade into the man's chest and still not reach anything vital. James wondered how the man could become so abnormally large and whether or not giving him large doses of artificial adrenaline was such a smart idea. Mike Freeman was little more than an enraged animal by this point. The General then roared and smashed his fist into the ground which caused the whole warehouse to shake abruptly. James could do little more than remain standing when this happened, let alone continue to dodge. What James did do though was use his gloved left hand's thumb to touch his index finger, smallest finger, and ring finger in that order to begin releasing morphine from his palms. He had a feeling he was going to need some heavy painkillers real quick after he saw the way the General looked at him.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRfkXGQK0EO
General Freeman grabbed James with one hand by his leg, picked him up, and smashed him against the concrete ground. He then got on top of James and began hitting at him wildly, James used his arms to absorb most of the blows but knew if this kept on he was going to die. So James quickly grabbed his other knife from his pant's pocket and shoved it into Michael Freeman's throat. The knife didn't do any vital damage though, considering the man's neck was now the width of a normal person's upper thigh. However, it hurt the overgrown ape enough to change tactics. Michael threw James across the room. As James flew threw the air he had his hands touch the others arm to give himself a heavy dose of morphine. He needed it as well, because according to his AAC his right forearm was injured so badly by Mike's few punches he could see small fractures in his ulna. When James hit the wall he hit it hard, he couldn't really feel it due to the morphine but the steel garage door he landed against actually bowed outward upon impact. James knew that the person who got the next attack is ultimately the one going to walk out of this warehouse alive.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpIfylorQ97
James watched as he stood up and grabbed his garrote wire, Michael stared right at him while ripping out the knife that James lodged in his throat. Both men ran toward one another. When their charges intersected Mike swung at James and James dove under Mike between his legs. James used all his abdominal muscles to jump onto his feet in one smooth motion and looked behind him just in time to see that Mike was already charging him again. James then backflipped over the brute's strike and was able to catch his garrote wire around General Freeman's neck. With his back pressed against the General's back and holding the garrote wire taunt, he stayed fixed on this position. Knowing that if he got knocked off from it, he'd perish.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrD29uhhhPe
General Freeman started to become enthralled with a combination of fear and rage as the steel garrote wire cut deeper into the man's abnormally large neck. He tried desperately to dig his fingers underneath the wire so he could prevent his fate but it was to no avail. Then things turned from bad to worse for the General as he yelled out to James asking him angerly what he had done, General Freeman could no longer see. James was relieved to hear that his plan to artificially raise his blood pressure to absurd levels wasn't in vein. General Freeman was experiencing a forced enduced macular degeneration, where the blood vessels from within his eyes were rupturing; clouding his vision in the darkness that is his own blood. James preferred that the General's heart would of given out, but he wasn't complaining. Having a difficult time breathing and not being able to see was when the rest of the General's body began to fail, he fell to his knees and lurched back enough to give James the ability to stand once more.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMq952Z9zcf
The realization finally hit the blinded general as he started to come back down from his adrenaline enduced state "This is the end isn't it". James asked General Freeman how he was able to increase his size like he did during that fight. Mike grinned and asked why should he tell James anything. James responded "Closure, give you some worthwhile meaning to your piss poor excuse of a life". Mike told James to go fuck himself, and then asked him for a favor. The General then grabbed a cigar from his torn pant's pocket, lit it, and began smoking it; as if knowing it was the last one he was going to have. James laughed and asked "First you tell me to fuck off, and now your asking me for a favor? You always did have shitty people skills". The General smirked "Consider it my dying wish..." and after a period of silence he told James to tell Mike's sister that he was sorry. For a time James allowed the General a few curtesy puffs from his cigar and then taunt the garrote wire with all the force he could muster. After a brief few seconds, the wire ripped through Mike's now decapitated neck. Afterwards, James gathered his things, Michael Freeman's dog tags, and walked out of the warehouse holding his injured arm still, to the best that he was able.1342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv8Gtf8ah5O
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