7 Chapter - 07

Date:- 2nd May, 2010

Time:-11:00 p.m.

In the dark of night, a figure sneaked out of the Parker residence and climbed on top of their house and ran across the neighbouring roofs in a graceful, agile and silent manner. The figure was wearing dark clothes and a mask on his face.

P.O.V. Azmuth

"Photographic Reflexes", the name assigned to Taskmaster's superhuman ability. Meaning that he is able to duplicate almost any physical act after seeing it done by someone else only once. Be it mastering complex gymnastic routines, combat moves or complex musical pieces, handwriting, and the exact manner of walking and voice as well. But there are limits to for example, say he watches a kung fu movie by the end of the movie he will be able to duplicate the moves shown in the movie with absolute mastery but the power behind the move will not be the same as someone like Captain America cause it would correspond to the body's own limits and he would only know the specific moves he saw and not the entire kung fu discipline not shown in the movie.

So here I am running, climbing and jumping across rooftops putting Parkour and world class gymnasts to shame, how you may ask, All Hail YouTube.

Now I'm on my way to meet a blind lawyer in Hell Kitchen to have a crash course in learning the art of "beating-a-man-to-a- pulp".

It just feels so freeing and relaxing to be able to walk again, and God this city is so beautiful at night. I can only imagine how intoxicated Peter felt as he'll be swinging through this this city.

And that reminds me of the spider that would bite him and look towards the Oscorp tower in the distance. I would have just broken in the place and taken the spiders if they existed. The company is still only a chemical and biological sector related corporation and hasn't branched out to a millitary sector, hell they haven't even hired Conners yet.

After about 30 minutes I reach my destination, though I wasn't tired just a little out of breath. I calmed my self and sneaked in through the window.

P.O.V. Narrator

"Who are you? Who sent you?" suddenly a voice called out to Azmuth but he wasn't startled and neither did his heart rate elevate causing the man to take a serious interest towards him.

Azmuth observed the blind lawyer seriously, who is perhaps one of the best hand-to-hand combat artists of the marvel verse, a man who can give Captain America's golden will power a run for his money, Matt Murdock A.K.A. DareDevil, ``He's tense, and his muscles are tightening. He's lacking the patience of the more experienced Daredevil, so he's not going out beating the shit out people just yet that would mean Electra mustn't have died yet either.``

"Fight." Azmuth replied in a neutral voice throwing a lamp towards him, which he just dodges. He run towards me throwing a punch towards and I dodge it barely, he's not holding back. He keeps on the pressure going on a offensive flurry of jabs and kich but I keep dodging them. But he's about 6ft tall and I'm about 5'2, he has a reach advantage.

Physical Movement Prediction, Taskmaster has easily been able to figure out the sleight of hand just by watching a poker master do it once. He can also predict moves of his opponents after seeing in action for a few seconds. Opponents who are masters at improvisational fighting styles and rely on both unpredictability and skill have their moves predicted by Taskmaster. This is the reason why he was able to humiliate Deadpool and soundly defeat him *< Hey don't you believe what this dickless excuse of an author says. Tell these readers that in my rematch, it was me who humiliated him like I do your mother every night.— Written by the man that cockblocked the ball-sack chin having Alien.>*

P.O.V. Matt Murdock

The past couple of weeks have been very long. 'After rejecting permanent position in Landman and Zack law firm and beating that child-abuser to a pulp, the days spent in constant guilt and nightmares of the Hand have been wearing me down.'.

I reach home late and am greeted by silence, alone in the darkness. But no longer lonely, hmm I smile remembering by my only friend, Nelson.

Suddenly, i heard something... someone climbing the wall. I face towards the window to "see" him, 'his heart beat is stable too stable, meaning someone sent him but who? Hand? no he's not even trying to hide.'

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

'His heart beat, it's stable, so he's definitely not some robber no he's here for a purpose, he's prepared.... Wait! his heartbeat it's becoming erratic it's... it's not natural he's manipulating the cardiac muscles in his heart to give out erratic frequencies all the while not compromising the blood flow but why? does he know..... HE KNOWS!!!! He's dangerous.'

All these thoughts crossed my mind like a bullet as I ready myself for anything that might happen.

"Fight."

I heard him say, his voice though was very hoarse and deep but I heard his vocal cords twitch a bit 'so he can change his voice as well.'

He threw the lamp at me, I just dodged and he came towards me engaging me in combat. He sent a perfect puch towards me 'he knows how to handle himself, let's stop holding back shall we.'

I start taking the offensive which was rather easy given I had a reach advantage, targetting his nose, chin, throat, lungs and kidneys and kept pushing him back.

Something felt off, he kept dodging faster and faster but it seemed as though his body was moving on it's own... like a response to a stimulus like a reflex.

And then I heard it, his muscles moving and flexing to match the movement of my own, his posture matching my own and then the realisation set in 'He's COPYING me down to finest details.... and he already MASTERED it. FUCK IT!!' I started fighting faster going beyond my limits then,

"AAAAH!!!" I moved suddenly, 'If he can copy others moves then I'll just randomise my moves.'. I thought in confidence trying to catch him off guard.

'Let me be the first to tell you..... I was wrong.

*hooouufff*huuuuff*huff*

In but a fleeting second I realised, I was on the floor with the wind knocked out of my lungs.'

His reaction was so fast, quick, and precise that I don't even know how he hit me, my superhuman hearing didn't register it, my superhuman speed and Reflexes didn't react, even my body didn't register the pain of the hit untill after I'm trying to analyse what just happened.

P.O.V. Azmuth

Limited Superhuman Speed and Super Human Reflexes, Taskmaster discovered that watching a martial arts moves in double speed, he can replicate that speed albeit for short while for he does not have any endurance enhancements, it thus puts strain on the body. Taskmaster reflexes are so fast that he is not only able to dodge bullets but also catch them between his fingers.

'Damn! that was exciting. He nearly had me couple of times though....' I stand victorious in front of the Hell's Kitchen's Devil and I look towards my trembling, bruised and slightly bleeding hands '.... but the power behind his punches is too much. I had about a 90% shot of winning, 30% due to my powers, 5% luck, 5% element of surprise and 50% based on the fact that I was clear on what his powers and limits were and he knew absolutely nothing about mine.'

The Original Taskmaster at the peak of his abilities can never lose in a one-on-one fight, with his tactical and strategic genius he had Iron Man on verge of losing. He on cares about himself and does not risk his life until absolutely necessary which is why he has trained so many henchmen like Black Widow, Cross Bones and many more to his jobs. In the comics civil war he fought both Iron Man and Captain America while dominating the fight he only left because the situation wasn't favourable and no significant profit in victory. He copied the fighting styles of all major heroes just by recording their fights and it is blessings they did cross paths with him.

"What the hell do you want?" Matt asked me in a ragged voice trying to catch his breath.

"Learning how to fight from. You have taught me much, thank you." I replied in a nonchalant but respectfull and sincere tone maintaining my fake voice and the erratic frequencies of my heart so that he won't be able to identify me.

"So you who can just copy others by seeing they once choose to break into my home, than to just watching MMA on YouTube. Are you sure you are not stupid?" Matt asked clearly baffled at the fact that he got beat up for something so stupid and unnecessary.

"Nah, it's just lazy writing and the author's desire to write a fight scene cause he was getting bored of writing an intellectual plot. I call it the DCEU's disease." I replied though Matt didn't seem to quite understand what I was saying ' Is this how it is for Wade as well.'.

"Anyways thank you for your help, and take care." And I just ran out the window while I heard Matt shout, "FUCK YOU."

I returned back home by about 4 in the morning, rest of the time was just spent roaming city, and went down for a nap.

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A/n:- New chapter's here people. First time writing a fight scene go easy on me. Constructive criticism and suggestions are appreciated so is fact, and timeline checks. Im also thinking of writing a new fanfiction and no I'm not dropping this for the new one, I won't probably write a new one for long time. Vote from the following:-

DC

Hunter x Hunter

Attack on Titan

Devil May Cry

Others ( Your suggestion of another addition)

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