Manna raised his gloved finger, pointing quickly at the three goons to his right. With that motion came the opening of his bell sleeved robe. From the opening shot nine slender iron spikes. Obeying his magnetic skills, they shot faster than the goons could see. Before the goons knew what was happening, they were stuck.
Each four millimeter long spike had its unique target. Targets they each hit perfectly; inside the shoulder, elbow, and wrist of the attackers’ swinging arms. As they attacked they were instantly frozen in pain.
The spikes were covered in rust. Manna kept them that way. When he needed to defend himself, he wanted his attackers to remember not to take him lightly. He wanted to cause as much pain as possible. Following suit, he twisted them in place with a thought. He then caused the spikes to flip upward.
The defense only took an instant. Right after their attack began; the three had dropped their clubs and could not move. They were trying not to cry in pain but the spikes had hit major nerves and veins. Blood was flowing. Rust was invading their wounds causing additional harm. After this battle, they would need medical attention no matter what.
They could only hope that the battle ended favorably for them and soon. They could not participate further. In such pain, they were stuck in a position that caused the least pain. Frozen in place they could only watch and hope that the others would finish Manna off.
The other three goons were oblivious to their comrades’ condition. They continued their attack. The goon that had done all the talking swung his club. Manna deflected it easily by raising his left arm. Instead of the cracking of bones, the goon heard the sound of vibrating steel.
Off guard as Manna parried the attack, the goon looked for another way to attack without letting go of his club. The thick L-shaped pry bar hidden under Manna’s sleeve spun in place, hooking the weapon. Now temporarily under Manna’s control, it moved to defend Manna from the other charging attackers. It got in their way as Manna circled around the surprised goon.
Wasting no more time with this one, Manna did an open hand strike with his right hand. He was too far to connect, but the thick L-shaped pry bar hidden under his right sleeve made up the difference. The short flat portion struck the goon with full force directly in the teeth. Amplified by magnetic force, it shattered his lips and teeth ripping his front teeth from his gums. At that, the goon let go of his club and grabbed his mouth.
Manna’s pry bars took their correct attacking position. He held them by the long end promising the greatest reach. The now moaning goon landed on his back from the force of the strike. Still holding his mouth, he started to crawl away hoping not to be a target.
The last two goons had crowbars. As they swung, Manna used his Magnetic skills to stop the steel tools in the air. Off balance and confused they turned to see what was happened. At that point, their own weapons beamed their heads knocking them out.
Having mercy on the first three goons, Manna commanded the spikes to return to him. After the initial agony, they felt the relief of freedom but realized Manna’s spikes could easily strike them again. They took this opportunity to run away.
Manna now walked to the moaning goon. The spikes hovered in the air alongside him by an unspoken command. The goon crawled away perhaps hoping to prevent more injury. When he saw Manna approaching, his eyes turned fearful.
The hovering spikes slowly approached the goon’s face. Instead of attacking, they merely wiped themselves on his collar cleaning off most of the blood. As they worked, Manna leaned over the goon and said, “I will convey your message to Guy as soon as I see him.”
The spikes returned to Manna’s sleeves as he walked away. He took of his gloves and the pry bars were tucked into the back of his robe again. He left the alley thinking about the battle that happened in the last half minute.
“I have to give Bluegill a call.”