Techno's hair flailed in his braid as he bounced back, skilfully. His biceps fought for freedom against a taut black turtleneck, as a flurry of attacks came for your direction. Even with speed like Barry Allen, you couldn't have matched all of them.

But although the villain, your friend, hit heavy, he did not go without his balance. Your back hit the mat before you even knew what had occurred. "Again." His gruff voice echoed as his weathered hand, scarred from rose thorns, appeared through your gaze, adjusting to the lights. Even behind his mask, you could tell he was disappointed.