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It was a direct hit. He had to enforce some swirls into that strike so it would give the false sense that it would curve at some point. Lucky him it did as ... not necessarily predicted... but as he intended.
When reappearing in the kitchen/living room, the last thing he saw was the first, which was a window and glass on the floor. He figured either the act or the glass was what triggered the telekinesis. He couldn't tell. But knew that this individual would now experience a cooldown. This meant one thing to Mordecai:
"We got to go."
If his roommate had anything to say, he would interrupt with: "Now."
Bato was curious if he was going to make it if this happened again. Like in the past, he knew that if the game to replay, he would have to start from where he last was at. Which wasn't good. And he felt quite lightheaded from the potential to fall into a coma if he were to fall into the tennis court. Such enemies with such abilities were the kind he did not like.
If only he could perform what was in "his" arsenal, would this battle be done and over with. He was no master in his craft, but knew how to finish enemies in a much swifter fashion than most hitmen. That he knew of.
When Mordecai said it was time to go, he agreed. This enemy was regaining strength. And they weren't able to tell where he was. So it would be best to leave the premises or go all out taking him down before he fully recuperates. The old Bato would have done the latter...
While they were in the hall of the apartment, Bato could only feel a level of regret for his past mistakes. And needed to apologize to his roomie for the thousandth time:
"I'm really sorry about your sister... I truly did love her."
It appeared as though he needed to do a bit more effort in this hit. He didn't know much about the older fellow, but was aware that Mordecai was a danger.
Kain remembered the young man talking about a previous hit. Kain wasn't aware of such things. All he knew was that Mordecai was a traitor, and fell short of the organization's trust.
With the reveal of the real Kain standing on the ledge outside of the window, lighting up cig, he said to himself, "You're a stray with no allies. Your fate belongs to me now, kid."
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