"Let's test your limits, superman." Tuariv mocked.

He slammed his fists into the ground creating a wave of dust, pushing Krush back from the slight force. As it cleared away Tuariv was gone once again, disappeared into thin air. "Damnit." Krushed hissed in a low breath.

Seats were scattered everywhere, like a church, except these pews were litterally scattered everywhere from the destruction of the two brutes. Krush attempted to read Tuarivs mind but it was a complete blank, damn, he's using that trick again. The Kryptonian thought, he's so big... wait, he probably hasn't moved yet.

Krush smiled, and dashed a a blinding speed straight into where Tuariv was standing before he had moved. It was right on target, however when Krush hit what was Tuarivs chest he almost felt a little bit of pain.

A large mass materialized, Tuariv. "That won't work." His deep voice sounding frightfully evil.

And with one heavy backhanded slap Krush went reeling into five nearby pews.

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