First fight......

10 months later...

Maximus had spent this time doing his monotonous training almost everyday, got caught once by the gate keeper and had to improve on his creeping, crawling and sneaking skills to evade to evade the matrons and the gatekeepers, but only after his grounding and punishment were over.

He had used this time to select the animals he was going to 'drift' with. Max had a taken a whole week to decide on this name from the movie 'Pacific Rim' which was quite apt he thought, because he could see the animals' memories and formed a kind of link when doing so.

He used his power regularly and found out that, while he did have the powers of gorillas and goats he was dissapointed to know he could not transform into one. There were now two sets of tattoos on his body; one on both his shoulders, another on his chest, the exact place where his heart would be. The Tattoo on his chest was just the head of a horned goat perpetually glowing red in colour. He had worried someone would find out, but no one did, even when he was in the baths with other kids, no one noticed his tattoos, instead gave him the stink-eye because of his growing muscles which were becoming apparent.

Max chalked this phenomenon to the Mist. The Mist was a magical screen that blocks non-divine or non-magical (muggle equivalent) from witnessing anything out of the ordinary that are either magical, mythical or divine. The only exceptions were clear sighted people.

The more he used his powers, the stronger he got. It was like a muscle, albeit it being a really tough muscle that could endure a lot more strain than a regular one. He started with crushing rocks and metal objects and moved onto truck tyres which he was currently working on. One day he witnessed a back -alley brawl between two gangs with pipes, baseball bats and knuckledusters, some were even wielding small knives.

He wanted to see if he could use his powers in a fight. His clenched fists were shaking with anticipation, fear, anxiety and even excitement. He got a running start and ran full bent to surprise his unlucky opponent. He leaped to a guy who was kicking the shit out of his downed opponent, and punched him square on the lower jaw of his face. Max's punch was so powerful that when he punched the guy he literally flew into the group of people fighting knocking almost everyone down.

A guy wearing thick chains, who seemed to be the leader of one of the gangs screamed, "Get the sonavabitch!!" and at the same time from the other side, "Muddafuker!! Imma f@#k you up!". There was some confusion on whose side I was on but they figured it out I was a third party and both sides 'ganged up'(teehee!) on me. Four guys rushed him and one of them was trying to get behind Max.

Max backed up a bit trying not to get surrounded on all side by ducking under an oncoming baseball bat and rolled back to avoid a kick. He backed up well outside their range and took a muy-tai stance which he found comfortable to hold during his many escapades. The other members from both gangs started to move closer. He slowly came to a halt near the end of the alley which was a dead-end and activated both his tattoos, after a year of practicing it was second nature to him. He crouched down tensing his leg muscles and tightened his fists and pulled both fists back in a jumping position.

Max waited for them to ge a little closer and then he whispered to himself, "Maximum effort" and leapt high into the, the wind roaring in his ears. He was up 12 feet into the air when he started to fall back to the ground. " RRRAAAAA!!!!!" with an ear-rending roar he brought his arms up and slammed it on impact with the ground.

BOOM!!

The cement surface gave in, shattering and blowing bits everywhere and the shockwave caused by the impact threw all the members of both sides everywhere, there were even two unconscious guy on the second floor of the fire escape. Max's arms were shaking, numb and swollen. He used his full power causing a crater with two smaller indents in the middle of the crater. The dust and cement particles which rose, settled down to reveal the absence of Max anywhere

He quickly ran away from the alley and checked himself for torn clothes or bruises he couldn't explain to the matrons. Finding only a scabbed knee and the previously seen swollen hand which was quickly healing at a visible rate to his surprise, delight and relief, he made his way to the orphanage. Thus coming out of his first fight victorious and consideribly unscathed, seeing as none of the attacks touched him and he hurt himself by doing that stunt, but MAN! it felt awesome.

He had used the same roar Pan used when he first met him. Smiling to himself he thought it was a productive day.