Within the centre of the Pentagon, what used to be a peaceful garden, three intense battles between mutants ensued...
Battle One - Zeke vs Rocko
Rocko hit first. He always did.
Stone folded over his skin in slabs, locking into place with a grinding GRRRK-CLAK. He ballooned into a boulder-man caricature, veins bulging unnaturally with his Z-Gene-infused blood under mineral plating.
"I'M ROCKO!" he bellowed, voice booming off stone.
Zeke blurred past him, muttering, "You really like your name, huh?"
He stomped on the ground once.
Boom!
The ground shook, but not from sheer force like Rocko.
It was a shockwave, compact and directional, that rippled outward. Zeke rode the rebound, body launching forward like he'd fired himself out of a cannon.
