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[Filtered to Ion:]

[Okay, first thing's first. He wants to get this out of the way since he's been sitting on it since...well, it happened. And he's actually a little surprised he hasn't heard from any of the Fon Master's little friends yet.

So he's going to make sure that didn't even happen.]

Saturday. Forget about it. Nothing happened that day, do you understand me? I don't want to hear about it again, from you or your stupid friends.

[And that was that.

He closes the book and then starts off, carefully through the ice. He slides where he can, keeping mindful of how slippery the ice is as he makes his way through the village. Really, he's not going anywhere in particular. Movement was best in cold weather like this, after all, and only sitting around was making him more and more mad.

Thinking in general made him more and more mad.

There's a chunk of ice that's hanging in the corner of his eye, and he walks over to it. With a few good kicks it's dislodged, and he moves it around on the frozen ground, his mind still racing.

Stupid place.

Stupid fruit.

Stupid Ion.

All of those thoughts combined together, and before he knew it, that piece of ice was kicked and went flying. When he hears the sound of the crash, he doesn't panic like a normal person would. "Oh my gosh, did I do that?" No, that won't be coming out of his mouth.

Instead he starts laughing, because that was a sort of release for him. He didn't care what he hit - it was just satisfying to hear that destructive noise.

Yeah, okay he's...starting to scrape up some more ice now.]

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[He feels that little shove, and he does get knocked backwards...slightly.

Instead of getting angrier, he's going to smirk. He was thinking that Mewtwo was all talk and no action, but this was going to get interesting.]

Is that the best you can do?

[antlioncyclone]

[Absolutely not.

Mewtwo glares at Sync coldly - well, you asked for it - and unleashes the same attack. This time it's not a warning shove, but a concussive blast of air and energy that cracks the ice on the street around it and slams towards Sync with the force of an oncoming car.]

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[The ice cracking was a good enough indicator, to Sync, on how much force Mewtwo had packed behind that punch. He jumps once, twice, but slips on the slick surface. He does fall, but uses that momentum to roll out of the way--

At least, partially. His balance was knocked off slightly when the force caught his shoulder. He was knocked back a little, but scrambles back up as quickly as he could without slipping again.

That meant that he probably wouldn't be able to use his Fonic Artes, unless he timed it just right...]

[antlioncyclone]

[Probably not, no. Mewtwo fights up close, leaving little delay for anything that needs charge time. He follows up the blast by darting forward and swinging down at Sync with his weapon, the giant psychic-spoon that he had formed while the boy was busy regaining his footing.]

[trashed]

[Well it's a good thing that he doesn't rely completely on that. He keeps moving when the spoon--what the hell, a spoon?--comes towards him. If he were to let himself get smacked with an eating utensil so easily, then he wouldn't be much of a fight, would he?

But he doesn't jump backwards this time, instead he goes forwards, towards Mewtwo. He jumps again, starting a backflip with the intent to catch the Pokemon on the chin with a kick.]

[antlioncyclone]

[Mewtwo flips the spoon across himself to block the hit, intending to catch Sync's leg on the weapon and throw him down the street.]

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[Sync's thrown by Mewtwo, and slides slightly as he lands. When he regains his balance, he moves away from the Pokemon, watching him intently.

This definitely wasn't like anybody else he had fought at home.]

[antlioncyclone]

[Going to back off now? Mewtwo takes the hesitation to stand up straight and tall, shoulders back and eyes glaring down as fake he takes two threatening steps forward.]

[trashed]

[He's not about to back up, he's thinking on how to keep the Pokemon away from him.]

You're not intimidating me, you know.

[And he's still standing there once again, not bothering to move at all.]

[antlioncyclone]

Hmmf. You will go away from here.

[Advancing again. Back the fuck ooooofffffff obnoxious greenthing.]

[trashed]

[Sync flinches when he hears the voice, and clenches his fists.]

Make me.

[He's not going to listen to anyone except for a very select few, and a mutated catthing isn't on that list.]

[antlioncyclone]

[If you insist.

Mewtwo stops and tenses, raising his hands. There's a moment of silence - and then a faint, hard glow falls over Mewtwo, and a strong wind kicks up out of nowhere. In another second, it's narrowed and focused and lunged for Sync, aiming on lifting him off his feet and throwing him up into the air and over the roof of the nearest house.]

[trashed]

[Oh, he is trying to move out of the way of Mewtwo--

But it doesn't exactly work.

When he's thrown, he's looking for something -- anything -- to break his fall. His fingers catch but ultimately slip against the edge of the roof stupid ice, so it's not quite as bad when he comes crashing to the ground.

Except he landed on his arm. He grits his teeth against the pain as he uses his now uninjured arm to push himself up. When he does that, there's a moment where he attempts to figure out the extent of the damage. At the very least, it was a bad sprain...at the most? A break.

Great.

Well, Mewtwo got him out of the way...and he probably wasn't coming back. But don't think he forgot about this, either.]