nextgenerationmarvel | It's hard to beat a person who never gives up. ~Babe Ruth

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[character] marcelo alencar da silva

It's hard to beat a person who never gives up. ~Babe Ruth

It was the end of a long work day with meetings, arguments with his father, reminders from Sage about how the orchestrated downfall was going, and a few appraisals keeping him late. Stephanie had a late class so he had no real need to rush home. Though a nice bottle of Chilean wine couldn't be amiss.

He rolled his shoulders as the elevator slowly descended to the parking garage. Most of his employees were out for the day. He huffed out a breath and loosened his tie. He tried to remember when he next boxing class was supposed to be. Tomorrow or the day after he assumed. It cut down on his patrolling but did have a side benefit of giving more tools to use as he patrolled. Since most of what he knew about the fighting arts prior to taking those classes were not very punch-heavy.

As the doors rumbled softly opened, he tossed his suit jacket over his shoulder and let it hang down his back off his index finger. The parking garage was mostly heated so he wasn't particularly worried about catching a chill. He hummed to himself as he started to saunter to his fixed up dark green Tesla Roadster.

He was oblivious to any counter-measures Sage had set up or to anyone else lurking in the garage. Though the buzz and soft clink of one of the overhead lights flickering on and off made him glance at it. He needed to remember to call maintenance about that.

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That was... a little less spectacular than he was expecting. Marcelo rolled and dove off the vehicle. He was going to have to live with buying a new car.

Or just live if he managed to get through this. There was a dim a flickering hope he could do just that. Something about Shaw's demeanor had changed. There was still the Pound the Brazilian Into Paste, but there was anger directed not solely at Marcelo.

He couldn't contemplate what that meant however. He was trying to scramble with a few tight, low spins on his heels to get some distance and less car glass in his hair.

"Very clever. But it still won't save you." Sebastian snarled as he moved as quickly as he could to get to grips with the Brazilian. He knew that he was expending energy quickly. He'd have to make an end of this soon. But he couldn't let this smug bastard away with what he'd done. He'd already embarrassed Sebastian far too much.

He picked up the discarded signpost on the way and swung it down on Marcelo as hard as he could. I can feel the weight of it now.

"Oh. I can die happy now. You've given me a compliment. I finally have your approval," Marcelo taunted as he kept a careful eye on the man. The motion was less smooth than when he plucked that sign out of the cement. Could...

Could Sebastian Shaw be tiring?

Marcelo didn't think that was possible. Unless something... was happening beyond either of their control. The Brazilian had no idea where this miracle was coming from, but he was thankful.

With Shaw's outstretched swing, Marcelo went the opposite route of what was expected. He went in closer. Low but close enough to attempt a kick. The sign just barely clipped him, through off his balance enough that the low swinging kick powered toward Shaw's thigh rather than his knee.

Sebastian was losing his power at an alarming rate. He'd spent an alarming amount of his power trying to lift the car and what was left was leaving him rapidly. He growled as Marcelo kicked him and he found that he was barely able to hold his ground. It didn't hurt any great amount- but soon enough, he'd be depowered enough that Marcelo could hurt him.

Sebastian would have to end this quickly. Leveraging what remained of his strength and invulnerability, he moved to use his weight to knock Marcelo to the ground. All he needed was to get him in his hands and deliver one or two good blows and then it wouldn't matter if he was drained. Marcelo would be dead or unconscious.

Shaw... staggered. That meant his power was on the wane. Which meant Marcelo could at the very least put up a fight.

"I'm not running from you, Caralho de Asa," Marcelo spit out before he hit the ground. He lost most of his breath. But that was something he needed to do. He needed Shaw closer.

With the man's strength waning, this fight was more in Marcelo's corner more firmly with them close. Marcelo had to believe that. While capoeira usually was his flashy default, he was equally good if not better with a different Brazilian martial art.

Don't let me be wrong. I want to see my love again.

"At least you can meet your death with some courage." Sebastian replied, eager himself to get to grips with Marcelo. He was still far stronger than Marcelo- he could close it quickly. He aimed to grab Marcelo's dreadlocks or his actual head and dash it against the concrete.

"I wonder if Stephanie will meet hers with the same." Sebastian laughed cruelly.

"You. Won't Touch. Her. Ever. Again," Marcelo grit out between his teeth. Shaw was over him, reaching for his head. Which left anything below the waist wide open.

Being flexible was one of Marcelo's strengths. He used it to draw both feet back. Then he kicked out with both of them at Shaw's crotch.

Sebastian laughed at Marcelo derisively. "I'll do whatever I want to her- I'll tear her-" He was interrupted by a massive explosion of pain as Marcelo's feet slammed into his crotch, brutally hard and he went down to his knees, half-blinded by the agony.

He was unused to pain without the compensating surge of energy running through him. He moved to attack Marcelo again, this time with his feet, at slightly longer range, but a little slower than before.

Marcelo pulled himself up to his feet as Shaw went down on his knees. His plan changed. Everything rode on this confrontation. Stephanie wouldn't be safe unless Marcelo was alive.

While he was sure Shaw was a brawler of some repute, he was even more positive he was Shaw's better in terms of skill. "You'll do nothing, lazarento filho da puta. You don't have the power to. You're a tiny little ant raging in the wind."

The slower kicks made it easier for Marcelo to dodge. Straight-line attacks were easy for someone used to dancing around. With one leg out for a kick, Marcelo tried dropping low to sweep Shaw's balancing foot out from under him.

Sebastian could scarcely believe it- even less when Marcelo's foot caught him and he found himself tumbling to the ground. He very quickly recovered though. I can defeat this buffoon without powers if need be.

He still had a little power left. As deftly as he could, he went around to Marcelo's side, curving around a hard boot with what was left. If it connected, it would surely inflict major harm. Once he'd taken damage, the boy would be easy to finish off.

Marcelo used the momentum from his leg sweep to spin back to an upright position. That Shaw went down made him grin for the briefest of moments. He had a fleeting feeling he might survive this.

That feeling was gone when Shaw got back to his feet quicker than expected. Apparently, the old man hadn't slowed down as much as Marcelo hoped he had.

"Vai raspar seu cu com a unha," Marcelo muttered in disbelief as he tried to maneuver out of the way slightly. Shaw wasn't trained to not telegraph his roundhouse kick. Marcelo twisted to put a hand out toward the floor and fell back along the path of the kick. As he swung his body below the arc of the kick, he could almost feel the boot just barely travel over the curve of his back.

His ribs would be thanking him later.

For now, he spun his bent body out of the way. He just needed Shaw more sapped of strength. Or for the kick to carry through to that concrete column...

The kick did, in fact, carry over to the concrete column. And had Sebastian been truly, totally drained of his energy, it would have likely broken his foot or even his legs. As it was, he could feel a wave of pain go through his leg, though it didn't slow him down too much.

There was a distinct crack in the concrete, but had his powers been working, it would have been reduced to dust.

There was a small voice in his head that told him that he should cut his losses and leave. He had men not too far away. He could retreat with their assistance, or call them in. Marcelo would find it much harder to battle a half dozen armed goons at the same time.

But anger and pride impelled him to stay and fight. He recovered quickly, adopting a slightly more defensive position and moving back slightly, where he could strike more effectively with his arms.

Even without the use of his powers, he could deliver staggeringly powerful blows. Marcelo would regret ruining his plans. And in a strange way, his lack of power would make it all the sweeter.

Marcelo watched what happened to the column and was very glad that wasn't his ribs. He could have ran, should have ran. Self-preservation was screaming he should run while Shaw was without his powers.

Except he couldn't make himself. This might have been the one way to make sure Stephanie was safe from her father. Marcelo wasn't going to throw that chance away on something as minor as living.

He raised his arms as if pugilism was now the call for the day. Boxing lessons making the posture a lot easier than it would have been months ago.

"I'm not dead yet. You're losing your touch."

Sebastian was an excellent boxer.

He had to remember a little of his early training, before he could truly rely on his powers. While he was clearly not quite as fast as he was before, he was still far from slow. And the blows were powerful ones. If Marcelo got hit by any of those body blows, they'd hurt- a lot.

"Shut up and fight, boy." Sebastian spat out, taking advantage of what looked at least like a temporary opening offered by Marcelo's impudent taunt to deliver a savage right cross.

Marcelo had no plans to actually box. He hadn't been training that long. Also, he liked his ribs on the outside of his organs and his face on the front of his skull.

He ducked and wove at the incoming blow. Rather than back away, he went closer. He knew he didn't have the strength to go toe-to-toe with Shaw. But he had studied a martial arts form that would help him defend against a bigger, stronger assailant.

So as he ducked under he went low to grapple at Shaw's legs and get both of them on the ground.

Sebastian wasn't really expecting that to happen- he was half-expecting some more ridiculous dance-fighting, rather than an attempt at a tackle. He growled as he went down to the ground, bringing down his fists wherever he could on Marcelo's body as Marcelo started the grapple.

Marcelo grit his teeth at the hits. Though they weren't quite full powered, so he could endure them. And one of those hits was exactly what he needed. As the first Marcelo, he grabbed the wrist. He pulled the arm up and wrapped his legs around the arm. He made a lever with his own body to force Shaw's elbow and shoulder joints past their normal range of motion. Marcelo used Shaw's own strength against him.

Sebastian struggled as hard as he could, but all that happened was that the pain of the hold increased. He tried to use all of his strength to break the hold and return his elbows and shoulder to a normal range of motion while trying to use his legs to get leverage to find a way to force Marcelo off.

The sound that came out of his lips was a roar of sorts, but it was as much one of pain as rage.

Normally, the scream of rage and pain should have been enough for Marcelo to let go. But letting go now wasn't an option. Not with a man who had been more than a little strident in trying to have the Brazilian killed.

"Give up, Shaw. Before you make yourself even more useless." Marcelo adjusted his grip slightly but kept a firm hold. Though he was trying to figure out what to do when Shaw actually broke his arm.

Sebastian cried out again and strained even harder, despite the pain and, though it was his shoulder that gave out before his arm did, popping out of the socket and causing another cry, this time largely of pain. His face was livid, eyes wide, though the futility of the situation was beginning to, at last sink in.

"You'll have to kill me. Because if you let me live, I will hunt you down one day and you will die."

"No, you won't," he said calmly. And Marcelo gave the arm a twist as he let go of his legs and re-positioned them. He let go of the arm as he used a leg to force Shaw to roll over.

Once Shaw moved, Marcelo planned to be all over him. His legs could hold on while his arms wrapped around the man's neck.

Sebastian fought it as much as he could, but with one arm totally out of commission, he wasn't able to offer as much resistance as he could have. His free arm batted at Marcelo as much as it could, and his legs kicked, but largely uselessly. He felt the hand around his neck and bucked his head, trying to slam it into Marcelo's head, or to somehow find flesh to bite into.

Once he had Shaw where he wanted him, he side his arm around Shaw's neck to put the man in a choke hold. One arm around his windpipe, the other making sure his arm stayed in place.

Marcelo put his mouth by Shaw's ear. He didn't squeeze too hard yet. He wanted the man to hear every last word.

"You have nothing left, Sebastian. I took it all from you. I made sure the right man took out Crane for violating your daughter on your order. I'm not going to let you die. You can't understand the power your daughter and I have over your life now if you're dead. Stephanie always deserved better than what you gave her. She deserved better than you."

Sebastian continued to try and struggle, but the wind was coming out of him, both from reduced air supply and from exhaustion- something he had little experience with recently.

He wanted to snarl something back, but he couldn't quite make words. All he could think about was his eventual vengeance.

As long as he had oxygen to think that much ...

Marcelo tightened his grip and waited for Shaw to fall unconscious. Then he quickly let go and extracted himself from around the burly man. He let out a few shaky breaths and slowly pulled himself to his feet.

He glanced at his wrist. Where did his damn phone go? He needed to contact security about saving this footage for the police.

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It's hard to beat a person who never gives up. ~Babe Ruth

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