Solution and threat

Casper was retrieving for the meantime, avoiding each punch that that man aimed at him. Just as he thought, the guy wasn't trained as well, but it did not make his punches less dangerous.

Anyone who could punch straight, wearing a brass knuckle, would surely destroy someone's face. Casper was good at martial arts, but he still wasn't made of iron. He was just a normal soldier.

However, these guys were not common like him. They were weapons. Most of them defective weapons, but still dangerous enough. They could do things that Casper would never be able to do, and this point was already a huge advantage.

The soldier saw the opportunity and landed a punch on his stomach, then another to his solar plexus, following with a push, making him fell to the floor sliding.

He wasn't in any rush at all. For now, the soldier would just stay calm and study his enemy. That was the way he always fought.

His opponent lost his breath, and his legs were still shaking when he tried to get up from the floor as fast as he could.

His arms were not getting in the amateur fighting position he had before, and his knees were falling.

You did not need to be a doctor to know that these blows made an effect. It was for sure, every symptom was there.

Casper assimilated that point, still standing in front of him.

"However… That's not just it… The time of recovering is about the same of an experienced Boxer who is used to harsh body blows and has good aerobic capacity. This man isn't trained at all, so it has something to do with his quirk."

When the man seemed completely recovered, Casper kicked the ground and closed the distance again. The first tried to retaliate, but it was a very early coup, and he missed completely. His despair made him lost a bit of his balance while attacking, and he could not find the strength to avoid Casper's counterattacks.

He started to beat the man hard enough to tossing him from side to side like a lifeless doll. His punches were being well calculated, though, and also compact and with average strength.

Casper was preventing himself to overdo it and end up messing with his shoulder and forearm again.

After the consecutive blows, Casper gave a huge step backward and just studied him until he had recovered totally.

All his broken bones came back to normal in a matter of seconds. His wounds as well, and they were even faster to heal. The symptoms of every punch that Casper landed soon disappeared.

"It seems that the regeneration gets faster as long as he keeps being hurt. That's surely some kind of difficult thing to deal with. Something is for sure: no matter how much I beat him, it will be just useless, a waste of time and energy… And I don't have anything sharp with me to cut his limbs off and make him worthless…

"However, I don't need to exactly knock him out or kill him to win this fight. If his healing factor is so high, it would be just dumb, after all."

In fury, the man rushed towards Casper again. He attacked like a wild beast, screaming and punching with full swings.

Casper used everything he got to dodge and defend all those blows. Some lucky punches landed on him, but he tried his best to not be hit for good ones.

He was aware that a lot of fights were coming to happen at any time. After that, he did not know how much he would keep up entering in different brawls. Because of it, the soldier needed to end that fight as quickly as possible and help Alfar if he was still stuck on his.

He continued dodging until he found an opening and grabbed his opponent's arm. The last looked at him dumbfounded, not knowing his intentions.

With swift movements, Casper quickly immobilized his arm and, in a matter of seconds, broke it with a loud sound.

The man screamed in pain. He could regenerate, but it still did hurt a lot.

He was enraged by Casper's tricks and sent another punch towards him. The soldier quickly ducked, and his fist hit air only.

The White warrior grabbed his leg, pulling it and making him fall on the ground, following by another twist that broke his leg as well.

Another scream, and this time the man was just desperate, trying to crawl away.

His arm, though, was already regenerating, and soon the bones would be good again.

Calmly, Casper turned a near table upside down, letting its legs turned to the ceiling, which had about half a meter.

He grabbed the man by his shirt, dragged near the table while lifting him, then slammed his body against the table's leg.

His opponent tried to scream again, but couldn't. His heart probably had a metallic leg tucked on it, and was regenerating like crazy, just to be torn again.

He tried to pull his body up until the end of the leg, but couldn't find the strength for it.

"You are finished… And sorry for the painful torture, but I was out of ideas…" He spoke, gasping.

…

Meanwhile Casper was struggling to fight with that man, Alfar was having another sort of fight there.

Since the start, the enemy was cautious around him. Everyone knew the rumor spread about him among the prisoners. It was just because of that rumor that they kept following Alfar and never snapped with him once.

However, no one had seen him in action once, since Alfar barely fought through the years he had been in the prison.

The only times he entered in a battle, every enemy was found dead, and Alfar always left the place with his clothes covered in blood.

It had been two times only. But it made everyone wonder how much strong he really was, and what he could do.

Even the people among his Faction knew it. And there were some guys infiltrate among them that were there for a good time and never heard anything.

What they said was that Alfar always fought alone, going without a single comrade to where the battles would be triggered. But it was hard to believe.

However… That man was now witnessing something impressive in front of his eyes. Something terrifying. For the first time that he got into that prison, he feared someone other than Ragnar.

Alfar was walking slowly towards his enemy. He was holding his right mechanic arm and looking at him with those dead eyes.

Without willing, he retrieved some steps. The other half of his arm was still attached to the back. He had his normal limbs covering the upper part of his body and the remaining mechanical arm was already charged to do another attack.

Nevertheless, he was not sure if he could rest if that man attacked him again. Alfar got an unbelievable speed, and even strength mixed with it. It was just not fair that someone could do something like that…

In a moment, he had both mechanical arms attacking with full power and… in another…

"Do you want to play with me even more? I am already bothered by it, I hope you are also willing to end this peacefully…"

Alfar always had something around him. Every single inmate in that prison said the same thing. It was his presence. Something threatening and disgusting at the same time. Some kind of energy that exerted pressure on everybody near to him.

Now, that presence was at its peak… No, worse, it was getting even higher. In a proportion that was difficult to bear without getting nausea.

"What happened to your tongue, bro? I questioned you just now. Will you get out of my way or I will need to rip off a limb or two again?"

The man stopped to retrieve, he was breathing heavily. His eyes were filled with fear, but he could not be a coward there. Ragnar was right behind him. Give up at that moment would save him, but later would kill him anyway.

"Shut the hell up!" He roared running towards Alfar all of a sudden.

The pitch-black-haired man just kept walking calmly, his expression did change, but for one filled with disappointment and frustration.

"Why all of you never obey me…? If you did… Everything would be less violent."

The enemy tried to hit him with the other mechanical arm, but it disappeared in the middle of the motion. He looked up and saw it spinning in the air, then falling on the ground.

In an impetus of courage, he tried to attack again with his normal limbs, but his arms did not move. They stayed numbly fallen beside his body.

Just after some seconds, he realized that he had deep cuts in his armpits and probably some tendons had been worn with it. He couldn't raise his arms.

Alfar looked with pity in his eyes for him, then turned around and walked towards Casper.

"I am sorry." He apologized to the man while walking off.