Ezekiel vs Random, A Drinking game

Zeke slipped out of the house he had been taking refuge in quietly, being careful to conceal the fact that he had been there, as he liked this house and didn't want to have to move again. Supply trips were always dangerous, and it seemed even more so recently. He swept his hair back from his eyes as he set out. He had heard rumors of Mercenaries and bounty hunters being hired to hunt down escapees, and he knew he'd have the highest bounty. Yet he felt confident he was well hidden in the abandoned village he had found.

He wasn't far from his chosen hideout when he noticed things were too quiet, very few animals could be heard with the exception of birds in the distance. He carefully slipped through the shadows of the old run-down buildings, trying to be as quiet as possible. He played with the wind a bit, trying to catch an abnormal scent, he couldn't tell anything and carefully pressed on. As he walked through the shadows he couldn't help but run his fingers over the handle of a throwing knife.

He was on edge, and the eerie quiet wasn't helping. He stepped into a mostly intact building, allowing himself a moment to try and calm down. He tied his katana to his back beside the buster sword to make it easier to move more quietly. He quickly looked through a window and when he saw nothing, he stood and started to head out the door.

Zeke started to walk when he heard the gunshot, he immediately turned towards the source. Seeing the very tall man standing with a gun pointed at him, he reflexively reached for his side and remembered he moved his katana to his back. He knew he couldn't reach it faster than a bullet could reach him. He stood still staring at the man, trying to see his intentions. As he heard the man insult his height and asked him to come quietly, he knew immediately who had hired him.

Zeke started to walk slowly towards the man, his hands raised in the air. "I don't want any trouble" he said to the man, as he stopped walking. "So lower the gun, and maybe we can talk about this." He highly doubted he would listen, but he knew his value was much more alive than dead. But that wouldn't necessarily stop the man from shooting him.

He stood there, slightly shifting the wind to blow sideways of the two, not enough to greatly change anything, but enough to cause their clothes to blow with it, He stared at the man intently, waiting for him to make a move. Wishing he could slip away, as the man looked like no pushover. And a fight would be bound to cause attention, and guaranteed destruction.

Zeke stood staring at the man, watching as he unloaded his revolvers and held them skyward. He stared at the man, unblinking, listening to his words. Smiling as the man spoke of honor, and a duel. Wondering if he was being underestimated, somehow he kind of doubted it. He firmly believed this man was strong, especially if he had taken out several other bounty hunters. He almost admired the mans "honor" before he remembered that very same honor could put a bullet in him.

He couldn't throw a knife fast enough to guarantee a hit, not at this range, and not against a skilled gunman. He had to wonder if the man was serious about only having brought twelve rounds, it seemed so reckless. He also couldn't rush him fast enough to stab him. He wondered for a second, but taking the man completely serious on his threat. Zeke lowered his arms, staring the man in the eyes as his voice changed. "A non-human, this may just be interesting."

As Zeke spoke he snapped his fingers sending a fireball dashing towards the man, as soon as he had shot it he jumped away,sliding his katana down to his waist and drawing it.

Zeke stared in shock as the fireball didn't even faze the man. He watched as the man calmly looked down at the flames. He was surprised the fire didn't hurt the man at all. He almost smiled at the sound of the man's voice as he spoke to him. "So Inhuman, no need to hold back." He couldn't keep the excited edge out of his voice.

He knew it would be dangerous to underestimate the man, but he couldn't help but feel excitement at the idea of a good fight. He just wished it wasn't so close to his hideout.

As the man shot at him Zeke swung his katana, causing a powerful gust of wind to blow the fire bullets away from him. Looking at the amount of burning destruction, he couldn't help but feel excited. He pulled the fire away from the buildings and condensed it in a ball in his right hand. He threw the ball at the man and manipulated the wind to make it travel much faster as he charged forward with his katana.

Zeke watched the man as he jumped to the top of the building. Watching as the man modified his revolver. He started to manipulate the wind, allowing it to lift him up. As he held his katana at the ready.

He felt confident that he could keep the wind steady enough to quickly raise him, while also being able to block or dodge any attack from the man. He still undid one of the straps on his buster sword making it loose enough to easily use if necessary.

Zeke had the wind raise him up, charging up to the man. As the man shot, Zeke swung his katana to block any fire that came towards him. Making it dissappear as he blocked it, to prevent any extra destruction. He threw knives at the man as he flew upwards.

Zeke rushed forward after the man, smiling that some of his knives hit their mark. Yet he was still shocked the man seemed unfazed. He tried to figure out just what he was up against when he felt a change in wind. He almost laughed.

"It'll take more than that to cripple my control." As he spoke he increased the gusts of wind, causing it to swirl around him in a tornado. Putting out the majority of the burning buildings. As he controlled the wind he returned the katana to it's sheath, adopting a stance similar to Iaido, and calmed his mind.

He stared at the man, waiting on him to make a move as he swirled the wind around him faster. Watched as the man swapped his revolvers and pulled out a knife, he hoped the man was focused on him in the tornado as he started to focus energy on a knife still in the man.

Zeke knew he couldnt dodge or block the bullets fast enough. He just released the tornado and the air holding him up and fell. Using his focused power on the knife in the man's body to push it forward while he fell. As he did this he felt the knife the man threw slide across his cheek, slightly cutting him. He used the air to slow his fall and landed softly on the ground.

He moved to his earlier stance and drew his blade as fast as he could, building up wind on the katana and sending it straight at the man, and using the momentum to send another cut towards the building, he was hoping he would either hit the man or at least cause him to fall.

He ran a flame charged finger over his cheek to cauterize the cut and and grabbed his buster sword. "It's been awhile since I bled. You're going to be a good fight" He stabbed the buster sword into the ground and threw off his overcoat, returning the sword to his back and taking to the air again.

Zeke frowned as the man dodged his attack and moved to a different building as the one he slashed at started to fall. He dashed through the city trying to hide in the buildings. He jumped through the window of a building and sat against the wall, trying to catch his breath as he could see several burning buildings. He wondered what the man could be doing, and why he was wasting ammo or energy. He thought about drawing on the fire to revitalize himself but thought better of it, he knew the man had great control over fire and if he stole the fire's energy he may find out where he is hiding.

He sat against the wall, thinking over his options, realizing he'd have no choice but to close the distance and fight him up close. He stayed against the wall, trying to discern the man's location, playing a bit with the wind. He pulled out a throwing knife and stared at it, super heating it and using the wind to thin up the blade, making the blade sharp enough to easily split a hair. He stayed in the building and waited for the man to make his next move.

Rakk allowed the fires around his body to die down a bit, reducing them to no more than a thin layer of fire that he kept in case he needed it later. Sitting up, Rakk looked through his flaming third eye to the various locations he had fired at, seeing through the bonfires he started as easily as if he were standing there.

It was the slight wind that tore at his flames that caught his attention. It felt as if the wind was trying to make out where he was, passing by as if a large broom swept past him and noticed he sat there. The feeling unsettled him, and he felt the need to trick whoever was doing this. Focusing on the fires he had started before flying with the wind scythe, Rakk added weight to each of the bonfires, as if he was standing there himself. In turn this allowed him to spy through his fires much easier, which delighted Rakk so much he decided to have the fires take the same shape as him with only the third eye as a feature that wasn't flames.

Smiling as he caught sight of his target through not one, but two of his flaming doppelgangers, Rakk laughed as he saw a throwing knife seemingly heat itself. The concept of objects that set themselves on fire amused him, and he decided to play a trick of his own. Aiming his revolver at the sky, Rakk shot a round that he curved in midair to zip through the buildings and land from the opposite direction so that it was visible to his target. From this bullet, another of his fire doppelgangers would be formed that bowed formally to his target before starting up a waltz with itself. The waltz was meant for pure entertainment purposes, merely to dance around the room and keep his foe on his toes while Rakk observed the confusion he caused with delight.

Zeke sat staring outside when he heard the revolver shot, he looked around as the wind was feeling several odd places. He was immediately on edge and when he couldn't determine where the shot came from he stood. As he saw the man appear in flames he gripped his katana. As the man bowed and started to waltz he was almost dumbstruck.

Not wasting time to try and physically attack the man, he reached out with the wind, took a deep breath, and sucked all the air out of the room leaving it a vacuum, while creating a barrier over the room to prevent circulation. He watched as the man faded away, and allowed air to flow freely again.

He slipped through the window, keeping the wind blowing randomly, trying to figure out which of the odd places was actually the man. he held his katana closely, while carefully slipping the thinned knife into a holder. As he walked through the streets, trying to stay hidden. He felt something unnatural about the fires he could see, he noticed those were where the odd places were, and did his best to stay out of sight of them.

Zeke walked through the city when he noticed the odd places were moving, they had doubled and were now moving everywhere. He was certain the man could see him, and he was having trouble watching all the things at once. He jumped and flew up to a roof and saw a few of the odd things, and realized they were all doppelgangers. He decided it was pointless to try to hide with so many of them and just sat on the building with his katana in his lap.

As he did this he started drawing on the fire to give him energy back, full well knowing this would probably bring them straight to him. Hopefully he'd draw out the real one, and see if he could so easily heal from his sharpened throwing knife. As he sat he started moving the wind in a steady rhythm, moving it in different directions, trying to confuse anything paying attention to it, while also keeping a steady grip on it should he need an emergency gust or tornado.

He wondered what all the doppelgangers could do, if they'd try to attack him, and just how strong they'd be compared to the real one. As he thought he stood and took off his buster sword and stabbed it into the building, giving easier access should he need it. He stood, waiting on the man or his doppelgangers to make a move.

Zeke stared as the doppelgangers had him surrounded. He gripped the handle of the throwing knife tightly. He looked at the man holding his arms out with his revolvers, and he noticed they were heavily modified. He knew he couldn't fight all 12 at once, yet it seemed like the man would give him the first strike. He wouldn't disappoint.

Wasting no time Zeke threw the sharpened knife, using wind to propel it straight at the man's chest. As he did this he drew his katana and spun manipulating the wind to create a scythe flying towards the doppelgangers. He sheathed the katana and grabbed the buster sword. As he did this, he jabbed the air with his fingers sending a small but strong blast of wind where the knife should hit the man.

Zeke moved the buster sword in front of him and charged forward, not looking to see if the scythe did it's job, he saw the knife hit the man as he shot, trusting the sword could block most if not all the damage from his bullets, he pushed the wind in strong gusts towards the man to push any stray fire away from Zeke. His charge was a distraction as he still had control on the knife he had thrown through the man and had it flying for where the man's heart should be.

As he moved forward he used his own fire to fight the fire explosions the other man caused, he knew he would get burned but he was using the fire's energy to block out the pain, he could heal it later. So long as the roof held intact, he could. He knew he was being reckless, but the moment had got to him and he was determined to not let the man put distance between them. He would fight the man on his terms, but he still had the common sense to have the blowing wind keep any fire that touched him from catching. He didn't want the man demonstrating any extra control.

He also hoped that when the wind pushing him and the wind that was carrying the knife back hit the man, it would knock him off balance, giving Zeke a chance to go in for the kill. He doubted it would all go as he planned, but it was worth the shot.