Soldier Boy froze for a full three seconds, pointing at the guy who looked exactly like him. "You... where the fuck did you crawl out of, you little shit?"
The man ignored him, snorted coldly, and moved his arms, stretching his body with obvious enjoyment.
"You can call me Gideon, or, like my men, call me Underground Raven. I'm sure you're all very..."
Before he could finish, Soldier Boy's body reacted first. He threw a punch straight at the knockoff's face.
Underground Raven, my fucking ass. I don't care what you call yourself. Just looking at your pretentious mug pisses me off. Have a taste of my fist first.
But unexpectedly, his immensely powerful punch was caught by a broad palm identical to his own.
Gideon gripped Soldier Boy's fist, baring his teeth as he pulled with all his strength. Soldier Boy fought against him, trying to draw his hand back, and the two remained deadlocked.
Uncontainable ecstasy spread across Gideon's face. "So this is your strength, Soldier Boy! It worked... I did it!"
Feeling strength nearly equal to his own, Soldier Boy was secretly alarmed.
This bastard has something going for him. Looks like that description of copying other people's powers was about himself.
But isn't this a bit too ridiculous?
My powers are among the absolute best on Earth. He can copy them completely just by touching me once? Isn't that a little absurd?
The thoughts flashed through his mind, and Soldier Boy quickly made his decision: deal with this guy first.
If I can't pull my hand back, I'll try something else!
He pushed forward instead. Gideon abruptly lost his balance, staggered backward, and released Soldier Boy's hand in his panic.
As Gideon teetered on the verge of falling, Soldier Boy seized the opening and closed in.