Sixteen
Mohawk's hands lunged for Nate, snapping themselves like that of a crab.
Nate shuffled the sole of his boots into the sand, preparing himself. He ran towards the approaching hands and effortlessly leaped into the air. Nate swung his leg, kicking one hand away. The other tried to grab his collar, but Nate was too quick for that. He bent forward as the hand missed its target.
Nate ignored the hand and focused on the owner, who still had arms. Nate dashed with a golden blitz and slapped his hands on mohawk's chest, grabbing the plackets of the boy's sweater.
Mohawk responded with a headbutt, stunning Nate momentarily. Mohawk added to his attack by recalling his hands which seized Nate's arms, giving an open attack to his chest.
Mohawk jabbed his feet at Nate, the sole of his boots met Nate's chest with vigour, sending him back as Nate rolled.
The crowd gasped, surprised that mohawk was able to bring down a powerhouse momentarily.