KOV Round 3: Kurrent vs Precise

The next round of the tournament was about to begin, Precise had heard of his opponent before, ‘Kurrent’, a renowned hero, leader of the hero team Veritas Inc. A formidable opponent indeed, but he had made one mistake. Word had spread that he won the fight against Feral Nova, leader of We Are Legend. Which so happened to be his leader. The former assassin vowed to protect his team members with his life and for him, that included their honour.

He looked around him but there was no life to be seen yet, no humans, no animals, no innocent life that could be harmed in the battle to come. This would purely be a battle between two opponents, but for once he didn’t fight for himself or for a title. This time he fought to honour his leader, but not only that.. to honour an old friend. Precise reached with his left arm to his upper right shoulder, a single katana was strapped to his back. His finger tips grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it in one swift movement from its sheet. A sharp ringing metallic sound followed and drowned out the silence from the deserted industrial place. The reflection of his own face was seen in the blade. It was the very sword Gambler gave to him in the previous round, he knew that Gambler would one day come for this very sword but for now, he would use it to honour him by fighting his greatest enemy. This sword was made from pure vibranium, coated in one of the most powerful poisons known to man ‘Black Fiddler’. If it were to enter the bloodstream it would slowly but surely begin to break down the body, leading to bleeding from the eyes, ears and mouth, to convulsions and ultimately death.

Precise stood on the open terrain of the industrial place, large furnaces, broken down factories were all around him. Shattered glass laid at his feet, glistering in the sunlight. He slowly lowered his katana to the ground while sunlight seemed to consume the entire blade. As the tip of the blade gently scratched the top of the ground he began to get a feel for the earth below him. He concentrated purely on the earth, feeling every little rock and grain of sand below him, sensing every single vibration of the ground. The earth manipulator waited, patiently for the arrival of his electrifying opponent.

Sitting atop of a factory was the leader of the team known as Veritas Inc. His name is Kurrent and he is a former Martial Arts World Champion, a business owner and most importantly he is a Hero. One that fought for everything he had, and didn't let anything stand in his way. That is the attitude that he brought into the KOV tournament and that is the attitude that guaranteed him victory  at least in his eyes.

From his point of view in a crouching position he looked down to the ground level and saw his opponent. It was none other then the WAL Affiliate, Precise. Kurrent knew of his powers from his constant studying and files that he had kept. Precise could in fact be one of the only people that could copy Kurrent's fighting style Levis Tratucs. His Psychometry gave him that ability and his agility would not hurt him while preforming the movements which seems to be the problem with all the others that try Levis Tractus. A worthy opponent was Precise and Kurrent had to be on top of his game if he was not only going to win but if he was going to survive. Still as great as the Sedimentary Striker was he had a weakness within his body that was conductive to electricity and The Electric Ace was sure to not let that go without exploitation.

He stood up slowly and a the glare from the sun hit his eye. It came from the sword below the Precise had placed n the round in front of him. From where Kurrent was standing he knew exactly what he was seeing and the sword that Precise was wielding was all too familiar. His body began to spark not only from the anticipation of the battle but the from site of Gambler sword that made his blood boil. He reached to his side with both hand pulling out both of his adamantium retractile Kali sticks and extended them to full growth hold the weapons out to his sides. The electric charge protruding from his body was now circling around the sticks as well. The blunt force of the metal stick combined with electric volts made a powerful and dangerous weapon.  Taking a deep breathing a the current around his feet grew larger. In an instant he was off in to the air descending rapidly towards Precises location.

The jolt he used for propulsion gave him force he needed to maximize his hits. As he neared Precise he crossed both Kali stick wielding arms in front of him. When he was in range to make contact he chopped forward with both arms towards Precises head and landed on a knee using streams of electricity on conductive material to slow his fall. He quickly put his eyes back on his target as he stood and thought "we fight on the same side but for the next few minutes you are my enemy"

Precise concentrated but could not feel a single vibration in the ground throughout the complex, either that meant his opponent had not yet arrived, taken the high ground or that he simply did not move. But that question was soon answered as he saw movement from the corner of his eyes, but it was already too late.. Kurrent raced towards him through the air, he almost seemed to glide downwards. It was impossible now for the earth manipulator to dodge the attack, he would have to take whatever Kurrent threw at him.

Precise grasped his sword tightly around the hilt with both hands and raised it horizontally right above his head. He felt the twin kali sticks impact on his sword, sparks not only from the two metallic objects began to fly around the two fighters, but also blue sparks of electricity seemingly emanating from his opponents body. The sound of the three weapons clashing into each other drowned out the silence of the deserted industrial place. The vibranium of the sword absorbed part of the blow but he could feel the electric surge running throughout his arms. His muscles began twitching, every inch of his arm felt like it was being compacted somehow. The impact was much more powerful then he had thought as his legs began to buckle under the sheer pressure. At that moment in time it almost appeared as if Precise was kneeling before his opponent, but nothing could be further from the truth. This battle had just begun.

His opponent had risen again and seemed to be ready for another attack but this time Precise would be prepared. With his earth manipulation he attempted to sink his opponents feet into the cold grey concrete to the ankles, just to avoid him from using his agility to attack the former assassin. Precise then performed a leg sweep from his crouched position with his right leg aimed for Kurrent’s left ankle with enough force to break any normal mans bones. Afterwards he used his sword from his crouched position to slice upwards from his opponents midsection to his upper chest in an attempt to leave a large gush on his chest hoping to let the poison of his katana to run freely throughout his blood. Just then he would face his opponent and look him in the eye as he simultaneously opened and closed the palm of his hand in rapid succession to loosen up the muscles in his arm again.

‘….And good luck to you too..’ He said to his opponent with a sarcastic grin on his face.

The awareness displayed by Precise was commendable as he was able to lift his sword up to take the impact of the Kali stick attack. It was only a matter of time to see which would prevail, Kurrent's explosive offensive attacks or Precise's calculated defensive technique.

It seemed that The Earth Manipulator had received a static shock from the metal sword he was holding when it made contact with The Hero's attack. It was enough to to bring his opponent down to his knee but the unyielding Precise had a quick answer. The ground under Kurrent became soft and his feet began to sink into the ground. He was stuck and from the corner of his eyes he could see Precise moving in a circular motion. With his feet stuck he began to focus as much electrical power as he could towards his feet to get himself loose but Precise was too quick. In order to ease the tension from his feet so that it was not a breaking blow Kurrent crouched down into a catchers position and ate the leg attack head on. He could feel the tenderness of his shins as soon as the attack hit but he limbs were still in tact. With no remorse Precise continued spinning his body until he was facing the grounding Kurrent again. He swung his sword upward with cruel intentions. At this point all Kurrent could was put up his hand and let his vibranium laced wrist guards absorb the blow.

While the sword was making contact with his wrist guards the jolt on Kurrent feet had propelled him up about 20 ft into the air freeing him from the grounds hold. While in the air Kurrent thought quickly. He released both Kali sticks causing them to fall to the ground and pulled out one of his stunning laser guns. He fired off two shots both aimed at Precises lower body in order to stalemate him in a way similar to that of what he had just preformed. With each shot landed the part of Precises body that was hit would be paralyzed for 10 seconds.  At the same time Kurrent extended his free hand and by using his electrokenisis he sent a stream of electricity that made contact with a long metal pole. Motioning froward with his arm he sent the pole towards his foe in a rapid rate not singling out any part of his body just hoping to connect.

As fast as he went up he came down and landed harshly on the ground rolling over glass that had been around the area. Throughout his body were small cuts by the glass but more notably on his face. His feet were still tender and knowing that Precise would not take any leniency Kurrent looked around and saw a a pile of 4 x 4 sheet metal used for building in the industrial place. He quickly crawled to it and placed his hand on the corner of the metal electromagnetizing it. Again using his electrokenisis he took a knee and as hard as he could thrusted forward sending the metal sheet rotating towards Precise. After he threw it his chest hit the ground and a scarlet stream of blood trickled down his face making a puddle in front of him. The pain in his leg was still very much there but it had subsided enough that he could stand while holstering his gun. As he did he noticed his Kali sticks on the ground and began to make his way to them so that he may use them against Precise once again.

Precise felt his leg impact on Kurrent’s leg, while the attack had worked, the impact of the blow did not have the desired effect. He was amazed by the resilience shown by his opponent as this attack would have shattered any normal mans shin. But there was one thing he was certain off, his opponent had to be hurting. As Precise continued to spin back in his former position he brought his sword up towards his opponents chest, but to no avail, even though the pain in his leg must have been immense, the electric ace still managed to block the katana with his wrist guard. The vibranium sword had absorbed the impact of the blow but it still seemed as though he hit his opponent much harder as he saw him fly into the air just the second the two vibranium weapons clashed into each other. Sparks of electricity flew from his opponents feet as he could only watch him go.

Immediately thereafter the two metallic kali sticks fell right in front of him on the grey concrete. But it soon became clear as to why he choose to abandon these weapons as he aimed two guns straight for him. Without time to spare Precise took on a defensive position, holding the sword with two hands in front of him as two laser blasts came racing for his legs. With the shining blade still in his hands he managed to deflect one of the incoming laser blasts to the ground but there was no stopping the other one. It didn’t pierce nor singe his skin but it caused a tremendous amount of pain. His leg immediately felt numb and could no longer support the weight of his own body, just then he plunged his sword into the concrete floor holding on to it with one hand to avoid him collapsing on the ground. One leg numb while the other was crouched down leaning on his sword. He could not wait for his opponent to make the next move but Kurrent had already taken advantage of the time given to him as he threw a electrical charged pole at Precise. Just then he let go of the sword to thrust his hand upwards, commanding the earth below him to rise up. A column of earth rose up beneath him and took him 10 feet into the air. But he had no longer a way to keep his balance as he left his sword on the ground below. The metallic pole crashed into the stone column below with all the force of an explosion. With no means of defence the force threw the former assassin several feet away crashing with his shoulder onto the ground, his dark clothes now ripped and only accompanied by a red stains as the sharp rocks cut into his very flesh.

But his opponent was relentless, he had gotten ready for yet another attack. Now he could see how formidable his opponent was and how he was one of the most notable heroes, His unwillingness to give up or grant his opponent one second of rest. But if there was one thing Precise grew accustomed to in his life, it was pain. He had felt it all of his life, and the next couple of minutes would make no difference.

He watched as his now bleeding opponent crawled to a stack of metal, but the earth manipulator was still dazed from the former attack. Even though his opponent must have been in pain he seemingly effortlessly threw the metal sheet straight for him at a speed that would be sufficient to cut straight through his body. The feeling in his leg now slowly began to return but still accompanied by an excruciating pain. As a last resort he pushed the foot of his good leg into the concrete and with all his strength attempted to throw himself out of the way of the incoming object. But it was too late the sheet had already cut through the side of his neck like it was butter. A large open gush formed on the side of his neck as blood flowed from the open wound. He could not sustain this kind of blood loss for long. Even though he was a cyborg and could live without blood longer then an ordinary human, his body still needed blood to function properly. He quickly ripped off the sleeve of his dark blue shirt and tied it around his neck to stop the bleeding while coughing up some more blood which mixed with sand and dust on the floor.

But at this time he could not lay off on his opponent as he saw Kurrent already making his way back towards the twin kali sticks. This time it was his turn for the attack and he would just have to bite through the pain. Quickly gathering himself from the ground he ran towards his opponent with a limp ignoring the pain in his leg. Suddenly he thrust both of his hands upwards forming five columns each a little higher then the next in front of him as a stairway. As he ran up the stone pillars towards the last one he jumped upwards doing a spin in the air, his hand pointing at the top of the last column. It began to break off and with one quick swoop of his hand he ordered it to fly towards Kurrent, but on the last moment he would close the palm of his hand shattering the stone into dust in an attempt to shroud himself from sight. At the same time the earth manipulator fell to the ground into a crouched position, slamming his fist into the concrete. A large tremble filled the industrial place cracking the concrete all around him, the floor shook, the glass windows shattered. And all around Precise were now dozens of small flying rocks from the impact. With one powerful thrust forward with his left arm he send the rocks in a hail of bullets towards his opponent. Every muscle in his arm flexed. But this attack was far from over. When he focussed on the ground earlier he felt metal pipes throughout the earth just below him. It had to be the oil lines from the refinery, it had been deserted for years but he hoped there was still some oil in them. He concentrated hard on the earth still from his crouched position and with a loud cracking metallic sound pushed the pipes to the surface, oil from the pipes broke out of its confinement and splattered around Kurrent’s last known position and hopefully on Kurrent himself. If Kurrent used electricity around the inflammable oil, it might mean a explosion of immense proportions if he wasn’t careful.

With a painful grin on his face he looked at Kurrent ‘Careful with what you ignite there, Sparky.. ‘

They both knew the rules for the tournament and their can be only one. The battle had quickly ignited into a war. On each corner were men of fortitude, courage and honor that fought like lions let out of a cage. Both used their given talents in extraordinary ways and both sought the same goal to be the one and only King of the Vine.

Making his way towards his Kali sticks Kurrent noticed that Precise was also on the move. He had been successful in hurting the Cyborg and the blood that seeped down his neck was proof of his humanity which made Kurrent think "If he can bleed I can take him". He was now only a few feet away from his weapons and Precise was on the move. In a quick motion the Hero combat rolled over the sticks using his hand to grasp them both and landed down on one knee putting his eyes back on his opponent. He had not noticed that the Earth Mover in the blink of an eye had done just that and pitted him in the middle of five stair like pillars. With Precise on the move advancing up the pillars Kurrent quickly stowed his sticks in his belt and began to charge up his hands and prepare to attack but it was too late. The WAL member had forced a piece of the column towards The Hero's area and left him with no time to react.

It was evident that the rock was going to crush Kurrent but it was soon discovered that it was not the intention when it imploded causing a large dust screen. With the blinding dust causing interference the ground underneath him began to shake. It was so potent that it shattered the foundation of the concrete causing large cracks and Kurrent to lose his balance and fall down. As the dust settled The Electric Ace began to stand and was met with rock after rock hitting his upper body with excruciating force. After about 7 hit is frame he dropped down in pain and check himself quickly. Four rocks had hit his chest which was his most protected area but two were impaled in his left bicep and one in his lower abdomen. They were only about half way in so he pulled the one in his bicep out but after looking at it he left the rock in his abdomen in because had he pulled it out the blood lose would have been greater and put him more at risk.

The ground began to shake again and he could see Precise from where he was sitting. Before Kurrent could act pipes came up from the ground and a storm of oil spread across the industrial place. Kurrent  quickly used his electrokenesis to summon the same 4x4 sheet that injured Precise and forced it in the ground at an angle trying to cover himself. When the oil hit it splashed heavily and drenched his upper body as he was not able to position the sheet correctly to cover himself. Quickly Kurrent assessed his situation and removed his top leaving him shirtless using the small area for cover. His wounds were now throbbing and he noticed the welts on his chest but his will was still in tact and needed to change the tone of the battle. Reaching into his belt he pulled out his brass knuckles and put them on. It was now to take the battle to him. Kurrent stood up rapidly and faced him exposing his wounds to the one that made them. While wearing his brass knuckled he drew his laser guns again and began to run towards Precise firing a shot with every other step. When he made it in range to strike he dropped the guns to his side. Had the shots made contact his forthcoming attacks would be more successful due to the paralyzing effect of his guns.

Carefully he electrically magnetized his hands so that the metal in his brass knuckles could find his cyber parts easier. He threw a hook towards his jaw that was followed by thunderous left knee towards the right side of his ribs. Finishing that combination as soon as Kurrent's foot reached the ground after the knee he twirled his body into a spinning back fist towards with his left hand directed at the temple of Precise.  By hopping he took a full step back to spread the distance at the same time pulling out one of his sticks with his dominate hand and ferocioulsly snap kicking forward towards the Earth Movers mid section. The objective was to get him to move forward so that Kurrent could attack with his stick that was currently moving towards his face.

As Precise send the hail of rocks towards his opponent, he could only hope his attack would have the desired effect. His aim was purely based on the vibrations of his opponent he could feel in the earth, but he could not be sure if and where they would hit. As the dust cleared up a small grin came on his face as he saw his opponent tending to his wounds. But there was more to do, the oil lines surfaced and splattered its black liquid all over the industrial place around Kurrent. But the crafty electrocutioner had his own way of dealing with the attack. Seemingly without effort he used the same metal sheet to protect him from the incoming oil, the cyborg watched as his own red blood still on the metal sheet now mixed with the black substance. The only oil that did touch his body was quickly disposed of as Kurrent tossed his upper body armour to the side.

Without even taking a little time to rest Kurrent threw himself back into battle, obviously determined to take Precise out of battle. The earth manipulator watched as his opponent put something on the knuckles of his hand but couldn’t quite make out what it was, the sun shone too brightly so all it did was give away a glister. All around Precise lay rubble, stones, dust, glass. As Kurrent drew his guns once more, the former assassin realised it was too risky to get hit by those laser beams again, he could not afford to lose even a second of mobility against such a formidable foe. Quickly he commanded the small rocks and debris to form a protective stone shell around both of his forearms. He bended slightly forward and held his arms in a X-shape in front of him, right now the most important was too protect his head and upper body where his most important cybernetic implants were. He felt laser impact after laser impact crash into the stone of his forearms, but it did not penetrate the stone. But relentless as his opponent was, the laser now began targeting his lower body, he felt a sharp pain in the right side of his body quickly followed by a sharp pain in his lower left leg. The numbness set in immediately but was accompanied by a fierce pain. His teeth gritted, he had to stay aware of his opponent but it was too late, a powerful hook to his jaw was delivered by the electric ace, blood spew from his mouth… for a couple of seconds everything became blurry. Kurrent obviously took advantage and delivered another blow straight for the right ribcage. It was a strange sort of luck because seconds ago Kurrent paralyzed this section of his body giving him the much needed time to recover. But it was not without cost as he heard the cracking sound of his ribcage, no doubt that some of his ribs had been broken.

Thanks to his couple of second of rest Precise was now able to block his opponents second attack, he held his forearm, still covered in rock, at the side of his head as he felt the vibranium wrist guard impact on the stone. But immediately after that a powerful blow to his midsection staggered him, making a couple of steps back but his head came dangeriously close to the adamantium stick his opponent held in front of him. Making a X-shape with his stone covered forearms to protect him from the incoming blow he could avoid the impact on his head but the adamantium still had an electric kurrent running through them that shot straight through his arms causing an immense pain to occur. Precise yelled out from agony as both the feeling of the cracked ribs and electric current began to surface. Now his heart filled with rage Precise wanted nothing more then to return the favour.

In an attempt to cause his opponent pain, he attempted to take control of the rock caught in Kurrents abdomen, slowly turning it around in the electric ace’s flesh and then pulverize it to sand to cause his blood to stream from the wound. At the same time he raised one arm into the air while the other tried to slam into the electric ace’s scarred chest to make him fall backwards. At the same time he created a bed of stone spears behind his opponent hoping he would fall straight into them. In this time Precise would put distance between him and his electrifying foe knowing full well he was at disadvantage in close combat. He grasped his sword once more which was now only a feet away from him, but it was useless.. the blow to his ribcage had damaged the very implant that caused his psychometry to function, no longer did he know how to fight with the sword.. In a sense of disgust he looked upon his opponent and tossed his sword to the side.

Calming his mind once more he concentrated on the ground around him and formed an armoured suit made from compacted dense rock around his body. Just before his head was covered in stone he gave his opponent one last smirk. With his hand at the side of his head he gave his opponent a last salute.

He commanded two rocks to hover above the broken oil pipelines between the two battlers. With one last gesture from his hand the two rocks flew into each other causing sparks to appear which rapidly set the slick black oil on fire. In a crouched position with his arms once more in a defensive x-shape he watched the fire spew from the hole in the pipelines but more importantly racing towards the oil refinery about half a kilometre away. They’d be safe from the fire on that distance but not of the shockwave as the factory was packed with flammable materials. In what couldn’t be more then a couple of seconds a huge explosion covered the sight of the horizon. The entire industrial complex was covered in an orange glow as the wind began to pick up swiftly followed by an incredibly powerful shockwave containing various debris, dust and ash. Precise could no longer see his opponent but at this point he was more worried about getting out alive himself. He was taken by the shockwave in his stone armour tumbling end over end for several yards, debris cut straight through his armour and into his flesh. With each bounce on the ground a piece of his armour chipped off. He was now like an uncontrollable rag doll, only played with by the shockwave. With a loud impact he crashed into a brick wall, had it not been for his stone armour he would have broken every bone in his body. He was now buried under the rubble inside one of the factories. After several seconds the shockwave was finally over, he pushed the rubble of himself with the help of his powers.. He had survived. The grey burned ash was raining from the skies through several holes in the roof. His entire body was covered in blood, cuts, bruises… the ribs on his right side were broken and his shoulder was dislocated.. he had no longer feeling in his hand but could still slightly move it. His head was ringing and throbbing in pain..

But now… had his opponent survived?

A fury was in his eyes as he preformed his onslaught of offensive maneuvers on The Earth Mover. Having connected with some devastating blows Kurrent could fell his opponent was in pain but he was not beaten. Precise was a champion, a warrior in the truest of forms and his will to compete was now held in high regard by the Excellence of Electrocution. He was able to deflect some of the strikes and keep his footing after the ones that hit. The way Kurrent's attack was designed any normal man should have been knocked out cold easily but Precise was no ordinary man he had heart and that was something that Kurrent could respect.

Looking forth towards the space and opportunity he had Kurrent like his name wanted to keep the flow going. He again set himself up to attack but was halted in his tracks by something he would have never come to expect. The rock impaled inside of his began to rotate and the torment of the rock caused his body to stagger. Soon after the rock turned to sand and flowed from his body but the damage was done and what seemed like an eternal feeling of agony cursed Kurrent's midsection. Still he was not done using Kurrent's state as an advantage Precise formed a battalion of bedrock in spear like form behind him and forced his fist into Kurrents chest. The punch was briefly knocked the wind out his body and force his frame back but due to The Hero's balance he was able to keep himself vertical.

In order to catch his his breath Kurrent hunched over and used this time to summon his guns by way of electrokenisis. He quickly stowed his all his weapons in his belt and began to look towards his opponent that had backed away from him. He could see him raising the sword then throwing it back down. Since Precise spread the oil on the field of battle The Hero could only wonder what he had planned. By doing so he took away Kurrent's ability to attack at a distance due to the obvious fiery outcome. Now it seemed that it was all part of his plan. "Did he want this place to go up in flames, why did he set this up, he must have know that it would have brought in but now he is backing off"  Kurrent thought as Precise was now forming a layer of Rock around his body. At this time The Earth Mover gave The Hero a salute and his plan was now apparent the oil refinery that the oil originated from was about to be used as an attack.

The flames sparked by the boulder that Precies was commanding were the cause of what made the oil refinery explode. While this was going on Kurrent knew that he had to act quickly if he wanted to survive. Knowing a shock wave was immanent he looked up towards the power lines and knew that he could out run it. He could move at lightning speed as long as he was on something conductive but he remembered the sword and thought what poetic justice it would be if he used that sword against his worst enemy in the future.

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The refinery exploded and Kurrent had began to make a circular force field around his body as he moved towards the sword. His body was sluggish as he moved toward the sword due to the beating that Precise had given him throughout their confrontation. Finally he made it and as soon as he put his hand around the hilt of the sword he body was taken back by the shock wave. Like a pin ball his electric force field that was covering him smashed around. From a factory to the ground back up to a factory his force field covered body hit until the wave was over. When he felt that he was being pushed no longer he released the force field and fell freely towards the ground. His body landed flat but his leg felt awkward . Before he looked as to what had happened be turned his head and began to vomit from the constant movement that had occurred. Breathing heavily the pain in his lower body had taken more precedence. From laying flat on his back he looked and saw that he was laying right where the spears where that Precise had made and his left leg had been impaled by two of them.

He knew the battle was not done and that if he remained stuck it would be his end. If Kurrent would take anything out of the KOV competition its that you do what it takes to win and worry about the wounds later. That is what he intended to do. Quickly he pulled out one of his laser gun with his right hand and aimed towards his impaled leg. He gritted his teeth and began to fire at his leg several times. Each time he fired he bought himself 10 seconds of numbness on his limb and used that to get himself out of there. The pain he felt while stationary was incredible but moving the leg would have made it worse that is why he chose to inflict pain to himself. Quickly he put his gun away and laid the sword on his other hand down. Using both hands began to raise his leg slowly until it was off of the two spear that had inhabited it. Once he was free his body flopped to the ground. The pain had consumed him and Precise had singlehandedly taken him to a higher level.

All was silent except from a downed power line that was sparking sporadically from the few feet away. Ashes fell like a black snow and Kurrent laid their thinking if Precise had made it. Suddenly he began to hear movement in a factory near by."SH!T" he said out loud knowing that he was now running on fumes and that Precise could still be out there. He couldn't take a chance so he turned his body over and began to crawl towards the downed power line. He put his left hand on the end exposed end of it and began to siphon the electric power. While holding on he extended his right hand and slowly stood on his good leg to face the factory. A ball of electricity started to form and began to rotate as he used the electric line to power it. When it reached the size of a basketball the weakened Hero released the power line and looked reluctantly to the factory.

After taking a deep breath he knew that he had to do it and motioned forward with his right hand. The Special K attack soared though the air as Kurrent fell forward from pure pain. He watched as the Special K hit the factory's foundation and began to cause it to fall. He was going only off of sound and didn't really know if Precise had been in there but it was the only lead that he had. Kurrent crawled back toward the sword and gripped it in his hand and looking towards the factory that had just fallen.