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As Anson lay on the floor, he cursed at himself. How could he have left some guy hit him like that. Hardly able to speak, Anson was only able to make a loud rumbling noise with his throat. What had it been....10-20 minutes? Anson cursed again. He moved his eyes, which was the only part of his body he could move. He scanned what was in front of him. Nothing. Well apart from the fallen buildings and cracked streets. He closed his eyes.” Why did I have to fall facing the other side” he thought. Behind him he could hear the Kid and that lightning girl talk. They were fighting that; was obvious. That blood kid really hated her. He started thinking what he had learned to kill time.

These people meant business. They had goals and were planning to kill a lot of people to achieve these goals. Once he was free of this damn poison, Anson would search for other elementalists that would want to join his gang of “Good Guys.” Anson would have laughed....but he couldn’t. Good guys...funny thing to say. Just like in the movies. He also knew that these people knew each other. Even if they didn’t necessarily like each other, they knew each other and would probably defend one another....probably. So Anson made up his mind. He would go in hiding and find others like him who would want to fight by his side. Then Anson opened his eyes. Anson’s eyes widened. “How stupid can I be?” Anson had totally forgotten one of his powers. Closing his eyes, he imagined a specific plant. This plant was used to heal paralysation from snake bites. When he was sure he had the plant, he blew on the ground. In a matter of seconds that plant came from the ground but then died a few seconds after. These plants didn’t grow in San Fran so they died fast on this type of earth. Anson would need to act quickly. He would need to sniff some of it pollen. And even with that he wouldn’t be able to move one hundred percent. Christian’s poison was probably ten times stronger then normal snakes bite. He breathed as hard as he could. He tried multiple times and finally got some in his nose.

Then he heard footsteps close to him. "You're not unconscious, I can tell that much. So what did the Christian guy do to you?” “Great...just what I need. Can you just give me a minute for the pollen to do its thing?” He thought. He looked at the man walk over him. The first cut had not been painful. But then the multiple cuts all around his body had been. Below his knees and in back of his head. They were small...but small enough to hurt. He looked up at him. And then Anson felt things pull on his cuts. Strings? What the heck...that was probably one of his powers. Anson slightly bent his fingers. Perfect. Closing his eyes, he moved his fingers. That was all he needed to make his plan work. The blood kid was having trouble moving him. Still on the ground, Anson grabbed some earth with his hand and transferred some of his energy to it. Letting it go, the small handful of earth grew larger and took form until it became a small earth Gollum. The Gollum’s sharp claws sliced at the strings and Anson was free to get up. Moving his body with difficulty, he leaped back and stood, facing the blood guy.

“I would fight you....but as you can see...I can hardly move....let alone talk” What he said was well understood but it sounded as if he had a potato in his throat. He needed to get out of here. He looked around and saw someplace. He would use his teleport technique. It wouldn’t bring him far...but his enemies wouldn’t know that right? He would hide, mask his scent and wait until he could fully move. Which would be soon enough. Smiling at the blood kid, he spoke “Later bloody” With that he vanished.

He reappeared not too far away in what was left of the airport. He seemed to be in a small room. He sat down in a corner and masked his scent. He would wait here a while and then start looking for others like him. “Damn...what a day this has proven to be...”