"Goddamn... that guy's got some weight behind those fists," Mustache groaned, rubbing his face as he sat up.
He's fine? Alistair was surprised. I put some real power into that hook. I guess the government has ways to strengthen people even without 'awakening'.
Alistair's body had been reinforced ten-fold. A normal person would be in a coma or dead. This guy, who was barely 30% through the awakening process, had just shrugged it off. His durability was off the charts.
Is he a 'Tank' type? Alistair wondered.
"Tsk! If that's all you've got, I'm gonna kick your ass," Mustache spat out a bit of blood and a couple of teeth. His voice whistled through the gaps.
"Then you better use everything you've got. But I think your jaw is about to retire. Better book a dentist now!" Alistair rolled his neck, grinning.
"You're cocky. I like that. Don't beg for mercy later."
"Hey! My mana reserves aren't for you to play around with! Remember the mission!" Owen shouted, looking at the timer. They had about twelve minutes of buffs left. With a full buff, Mustache should have been able to tank a speeding truck, yet he just lost teeth to this guy.
"Quit the yapping. You can join in too. You want to know what happened here? Beat me, and I'll tell you everything." Alistair took a stance.
"You mean it?" Owen narrowed his eyes. He hated waste, but if a fight brought answers, he'd do it.
Whoosh!
Owen moved like a leopard. He stayed low, his left hand stabbing toward Alistair's throat like a knife, while his right hand clawed toward Alistair's groin.
"Dirty fighting, huh?" Alistair's eyes darkened, but his reactions were boosted by the Rabbit. He caught both of Owen's wrists mid-air.
"You lose," Owen said calmly.
Mustache suddenly appeared above, his fists clenched, aiming to hammer down on Alistair's skull.
"Dammit, I told you to attack from the side!" Owen yelled in despair. Jumping took time. Gravity was slow compared to Alistair's reflexes.
Whoosh! Slam!
Alistair used Owen's wrists as handles, swinging him like a flail and slamming him into the falling Mustache. He let go, sending both of them tumbling into a nearby wall.
They stood up, bruised but not seriously injured. Alistair was holding back; otherwise, the first punch would have ended Mustache's life.
"Idiot! Why did you jump? A dog could have dodged that!" Owen barked at his teammate.
"Ugh, guys dressed like him are usually brawlers. I thought he'd be slow. I wanted to look cool," Mustache muttered, shrinking back.
They realized Alistair wasn't trying to kill them. He seemed "Neutral Good"—just a guy who wanted a fight.
"Tsk, bunch of pussies. Either fight or get out. Are you waiting for me to punch first? If I do, you won't have a chance." Alistair picked his ear. Was this the best the government had? Boring.
"Did you figure it out?" Mustache whispered to Owen.
"Yeah. He's a brawler, but his physical stats are insane. Only 'The Bull' could match him, and he needs his 'Weapon' for that. This guy is doing it naturally."
"Could he be using a 'Weapon'? Look at his brass knuckles."
"Impossible. The awakening method is government-only. If he were one of us, we'd know him," Owen replied grimly.
"Hey! Are you two done flirting? Here, have a punch!" Alistair lost patience and charged.
"Hounds Step! Move!" Owen's bracelet glowed. An identical bracelet appeared on Mustache's wrist. Their speed exploded, and they met Alistair head-on.
More buffs? Alistair thought. Too bad I have aim-bot.
Alistair's hands glowed with golden light (the Ox talisman). His speed surged, and he buried a fist into both of their stomachs before they could even touch him.
Thud! Thud! Crack!
They hit the wall at terminal velocity.
"Blargh..." Owen vomited his lunch. Alistair's punch had nearly inverted his intestines.
Mustache was worse. Alistair's right fist—the one with the brass knuckles—had caught him square on the jaw.
"Heh. My right hand has eight times the speed of my left and bonus damage. Perfect for my 'build'," Alistair chuckled, looking at the unconscious Mustache.
Owen groaned, trying to breathe.
"You sound like you're choking. Want some tea?" Alistair squatted next to him, friendly.
"Who are you? A human can't be this strong."
"Me? I'm just a guy who worked out for three years. You just need to commit to the grind," Alistair lied.
"Whatever... I'm calling for medical. Don't hit me again." Owen pressed a button on a specialized phone marked with a white cross and slumped back against the ground.
"I wasn't even warmed up," Alistair sighed. He decided to use the name Jotaro Kujo. At six foot five, it fit perfectly.