The First Meeting

*Tareq tried to have a good look at his face. But it was too dark in the alley, and he was so drunk that his vision was cloudy.*

--(Tareq) You bastard! You dared to come in front of me?!

--(Blue Anarchy) My oh my! Swearing at our first meeting. How rude! Well then, it seems I gotta shove some manners in ya, don't I?

--You swine!

*Tareq charged toward Blue Anarchy, but he moved out of the way like it was nothing.*

--Oh, honey! Are you hurt?

--Shut up! You son of a b****!

--Now, now. You crossed a line right there.

*Tareq tried to punch the face of his enemy with his left hand, but Blue Anarchy grabbed it with great accuracy and then gave a slight push on his elbow. The next second, crack! His elbow got dislocated by his force and the killer's force combined.*

--(Blue Anarchy) Uh oh. Looks like I overdid it this time. (Chuckles)

--(Tareq, groans in pain) I'll kill you! I'll f***ing kill you!

--You know, it's not cool to defeat someone with a disadvantage. So, I'm giving ya the advantage.

*Blue Anarchy took both of his hands behind his back. Then he started to provoke Tareq to hit him.*

--You b****!

--Come hit me, honey. Let's play

*Tareq starts to throw punches with his intact right hand. All were dodged without breaking a sweat. Blue Anarchy was almost like reading Tareq's mind!*

--Okie Dokie. Let's get a little rough, shall we?

*The serial killer hit Tareq with a roundhouse kick in the face. Tareq felt like he's been hit by a rod! The power! The speed! And that didn't end right there. The killer started to hit loads of kicks on Tareq. Tareq could barely see them. Blocking them was a far cry. Each one was faster than the other.*

--(Blue Anarchy while still kicking) Tareq Mirza. A big name in the crime-fighting department. Won so many medals. Such a high rank at such a young age! But why is he afraid? Why is he depressed? I don't expect you to lose all hope and drink alcohol like a broken old dude. Rather, I want to see you fight harder. Find my next victims. Find my house. Find me! Do something, will ya?!

*Tareq falls to the ground after taking all the hits. He started vomiting on the floor. Slowly, he lost all the energy left in his body.*

--(Blue Anarchy) Damn! Look at you. Looking like a joke. I don't want a broken piece of shit to be my opponent. So man up. Because I believe if anyone can match me, that is you. Ciao, for now, sweetie. See you later.

*Tareq sobered up after the beating he had taken. He mustered the last of his strength to land a final blow. He was like a wounded Bengal Tiger, while Blue Anarchy was like a skilled hunter. But before he could get up, Blue anarchy landed one last kick to his face, which caused Tareq's head hit the wall behind him hard. That was enough to knock him unconscious. The last thing he heard before passing out was "Sweet dreams, rookie".