Jaxon rolled his eyes. Of all ways to walk home why would he have chosen this one. It was a creepy abandoned alleyway, in a street he had never been in, of course he wasn't scared. Pfft what a thought. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following him.  'Eh probably just a load of crap' He carried on walking through the alleyway yet the feeling didn't shake him. 'Ah screw it I'm checking my back.' He whipped his head around and to his surprise a cloaked figure leaped at him. He dodged jumping swiftly to the side. How's dare they! Another leap came his way which he barely managed to avoid. The next one he was too slow and caught a quick punch in the face. Jaxon was shocked by how powerful the punch was. He landed in a kick to the stomach however it barely did any damage. 'WHAT THE,' His mind was going crazy at this point. He faced back around only a second too late to be lunged at again. As he took a hard punch to the stomach Jaxon was thrown against a nearby wall bleeding.

-A few minutes later-

Every movement was too painful. Jaxon clutched his stomach which had several injuries. Meanwhile his opponent lay practically unscathed. A cold rush of anger rushed through him. Who was this figure and why had he attacked him? Jaxon stood up his legs wobbling and barely able to sustain his weight, once again his attacker lunged and landed another square punch. Jaxon crumbled in a heap in the corner. He didn't know what but something pushed him to keep going. He once again stood up ignoring the aching cramps in all his limbs. This time before his attacker could Jaxon leaped at him. Surprisingly he jumped way higher than usual. Almost as if he had flown for a short time, or even had some sort of boost in the air. He continued to land punch's and kicks to his opponent and once again his dodges were swifter and faster, his jumps higher and longer. However when his attacker outsmarted him, he was thrown back from a gust of strong wind, which had come.....from Jaxons own hands. He tried once again and this time a mini tornado was shot toward his attacker. After keeping this up for a few more minutes he had his attacker lying on the stones, unconscious. He grabbed a rope and tied them up to a pole to make sure they didn't come after him again. "That'll teach you." He turned on his heel clutching his stomach to see if there was a pharmacy nearby. When he got home clutching the medicine he sat down on his bed applying the liquid onto his wound. His mind was fogged by thoughts, was that tornado from his own hands? He tried again and another gust blew his unfinished homework off his desk. "Dang. I'm powerful now." Wait. He couldn't let the others at school see this. Something in his gut told him that it wouldn't be safe. He sighed and flopped down. He fell asleep at around 3am due to his thoughts keeping him up.