Forced Into Darkness

Raising his arms into a guard, Clark's fist rocketed against his forearms, breaking through his guard before a burst of heat vision followed, aimed towards his face before Noah managed to evade it, lunging forward.

"Ghh–!" Noah gritted his teeth.

Flexing his muscles as they coiled with his utmost strength, he threw a punch with all of his might, causing the air to crack as he connected with Clark's nose.

To his dismay, the tall, well-built man was standing there, unphased by the blow as only a trail of blood trickled down from one nostril.

Just as he went for another fruitless blow, he heard the air sizzle, looking up to see the man's heat vision bubbling up with lethal intensity.

"...Shit…" Noah mumbled.

Expecting to be lasered straight between the eyes, he was surprised to find Clark moved right past him, instead using his heat vision on a random section of the road.

"How disappointing. That's all you had," Clark remarked, talking to seemingly nobody.