Occult Submission(Exclusive)

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(The sectors are completely united. Regardless, Johny hasn't rendered himself transparent yet. Seth is merely an incredibly anaylitical and cautious individual)

Disregarding the course of the conversation, relatively absorbed in anaylsis, he responded irrelevantly, "In any event, we've reached the conference vicinities." At some juncture they'd proceeded to travel accross an elongated, glistening platform of remarkable proportions, respective altititude rendering posterior structure difficult to distinguish, its anterior portions magnificiently illuminated by potent sunlight, partitoned by encompassing staionary glass and metallic collumns. The magnitude of this premises was completely disproportionate to that of his office.

(I understand that they are united. However, every society has a hierarchy. There will be obvious tension between people of different status, so to feel segregated and discriminated against due to how much wealth one has will probably happen."

Johnny followed Seth across the luminous platforms. Seth was a very, very analytical individual. Johnny would have to make sure not to faulter when talking about his backgrounds. "It would seem that this chamber would be most suitable to converse about important matters. Much more suitable than your office." Johnny took a look around.

"Though I must say, your office gives off a much more comfortable vibe."

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(I'm merely informing; it's a parellel to Seth's reference.)


He nodded slowly, slightly incredulous. "Yes, hence their 'seccession,'" he figureatively joked. He gestured once again, the radiating incandenscence of his gloves accentuated, warrenting the accessibility of the rooms, a consolidation of consecutive barriers frighteningly receding into respective containments, in rapid and sonic succession. "Follow." He walked ahead.

Johnny heeded Seth's instructions and followed the scarlet-haired man in his path. Johnny was quite excited about sparring with his new mentor. He had to admit, for someone of such intellectual capacity, he was very surprised at the shape of Seth's body. He was very muscular, his suit tightly clung to his muscles, must like Johnny's.

Seth was muscular, but not as large as Johnny. "So, how did you develop your fighting skills?"

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Seth reacted immediately to the intiation of Johny's inquirie, acknowledging his consideration over the longevity his speech with a subtle nod,"I possess heightened agility, amplified by my rather..'linear' anaomical construction. This merely facilitated my inbribing combat-oriented executions.." He continued after hesitating descretely,"I'd been instructed by a professional. He remains well, to this day." Seth obviously was thinner than Johny, and exageratedly so, however this distinguishing physical factor would later prove to be advantageous, in an essence.
An additional barrier was retracted into a partition of monstrous width, automatically with approach, exposing a considerably large, oblate premises, enveloped in a multitude of transparent facets and opaque auxillary structures. This was the apex of the residense, established at an altitude which dwarfed surrounding skyscrapers. Obstrusive to the floor was a makeshift series of partitions to render desk space.

"Well, that's not very fair. Biological augmentation was never something I fancied very much." Johnny took a look around, taking in the view and the sheer height of where they were. "Fighting for me has always been about the heart, the discipline. I would have always figured someone with such discipline like you would have thought the same." Johnny smirked, "Clearly, I was wrong."

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(He was referrring to his thinness, not technology. His strength is natural)

Seth contemplated the premises in the paused of bevity, and turned suddenely to approach a discrete mechanism engraved into an aforementioned column. Consulting it briefly, surrounding structure was instantaneously enveloped in siesmic, sporadic emnations of translucent blue, which in midst of emission inconspicously rendered vidid spectral conditions- those correlating with that of a barren plain- dessert.
The hapshod furnishings had vanished long ago.
Turning to Johny, he enunciated confidently,"We''l begin now."

Johnny quickly discarded his jacket and shirt, revealing his beautifully toned body. His eight pack glistened in the desert sun as his arms bulged as if gasping for air after being contained by it's clothed prison. He wanted to prove himself to his mentor, the last thing he needed was to be restricted by clothing.

"Alright," Johnny settled his feet into the floor, flicking his nose in a similar fashion to that of Bruce Lee, "let's do this." Johnny watched at his opponent, until suddenly he vanished. Johnny thought his mind was playing tricks, but soon noticed where Seth had moved...when he punched in his stomach. "Shit, he's fast." Johnny thought.

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Seth had immediately established mordant impact with Johyn's abdomen, subsequent air current inflicting the erratic thrashing of his overcoat to his posterior, and specifically arm-corresponding coverage, which exposed malevolent contortion of predominantelectic circulatory vessels, bone-entertwined. With the deflation and congregation of his previously dispersed scarlet tendrils, he receded temporarily, and unexpetedly viciously rotated in an overwhlemingly peremptory fashion, his anatomical extertions nearly ubiquitious, following an elevation and aversion of trajectory with propulsion of an anchored apendage, executing a potentially earthshattering kick, which instnataneously intruded the vicinity of Johny's upper region. Elongated and implementing subtantial velocity given his inferior strength, expelling massive kinetic energy, he anticipated the projection of Johny elsewhere.

(I'd allowed a leeway of bevity for Johny's evasion, or not- your decision).

Johnny had severely underestimated his opponent. He had never expected a man such as him to be so fast, and yet so strong. Johnny quickly snapped out of his daze, dodging the forthcoming kick. It wasn't long before Seth launched another strike, and another, and another. He was moving to fast, all Johnny could process was block. He had zero time to counterattack. Blow after blow he blocked, yet the impact was still taking a toll on his body.

That's when he knew what he had to do. He closed his eyes, allowing him to listen to his movements rather than watch them. His eyes would only play tricks. He blocked Seth's next lethal strike, and before Seth could retract his limb or attack with another one, Johnny struck Seth in the rib with a fierce punch.