Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161228111330

As Bernhardt's truncheons swung towards him, Diaboli deftly stepped forward and socked him with a straight punch to the jaw. The unexpected strike caught the student off guard, but a moment later he was advancing again, swinging his weapons with impressive speed and precision. But while the strikes may have seemed fast to his peers, to Diaboli it was as if the boy was trying to fight underwater. Each attack was predictable and easily evaded, even when he incorporated gymnastics into his fighting style. He was certainly skilled, but compared to one of Diaboli's past opponents, such as Smiler, he was simply out of his depth.

After avoiding another strike, Diaboli turned and unleashed a devastating hook kick to Bernhardt's head, catching him on the temple with his heel. His Aura prevented any serious damage, but after four strikes to the head the student was becoming visibly disorientated. Taking advantage of this, Diaboli began to go on the offensive, landing a blow every time Bernhardt missed a strike. At one point he messed up when he instinctively tried to block a strike with his left arm, and paid for it when the electrified truncheon slammed into his wounded hand - causing the many stitches keeping the wound closed to open. The crime lord quickly returned the favour, however, by hitting Bernhardt with a kick to the chin that lifted the boy off his feet, and sent him crashing to the pavement several metres away.

"Let's see if your friends can save you from this," Diaboli loudly mocked, as his whip began forming around his right arm.

As Bernhardt slowly began to rise to his feet, the Hand of Charon quickly snaked forward and wrapped itself around his throat, dragging him straight back down to his knees. His truncheons sparked with electricity as they struck the metal python again and again in an attempt to break free, but Diaboli knew that as soon as he had locked in the hold his victory was assured. Within seconds the younger man had dropped his weapons and began clawing away at the metal plates with his fingers, as the need for oxygen overrode logical thought.

"I guess not," Diaboli eventually answered, as he watched the colour drain from the boy's face. "If it's any consolation, this is usually the part where I snap your neck. But since you were only just dragged into all of this, I think I'll let you go."

True to his word, Diaboli released his grip on Bernhardt's throat just as his Aura fizzled out. As he retracted his whip, though, he made a point of tearing off a piece of the student's jacket to add to his collection. While Bernhardt gasped for air, Diaboli crouched down next to him and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to have you go to sleep now. But before you go, I just want you to know that your friends are next. I'll be sure to give them your regards."

And on that ominous note, Diaboli rose to his feet and kicked the boy in the side of the head with all his strength, sending him cartwheeling through the air until he slammed into a brick wall, unconscious.

Diaboli looked at his fallen opponent for a moment, before wrapping his whip around the boy's waist and throwing his limp body onto the roof of the gym, and then using the weapon to scale the side of the building just as Zanipher finished off Autonmne.

(I wonder whether or not this is going to become a competition to see which of the two end up becoming the most evil.)