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position as Twinfist returned to his full height and looked at me. He was smiling creepily again, made even worse by the fact that there was a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, which he didn’t even bother to wipe off.
    “You’re tougher than I expected, kid,” said Twinfist. “But I can already tell that you’re getting tired. Sooner or later you’re going to make one false move and won’t be able to fight me again.”
    I said nothing, mostly because Twinfist was right. All of the hits I had taken from him were starting to take their toll on my body. To be fair, Twinfist looked tired, too, but his kinetic absorption ability must allow him to absorb most of the pain, because he looked ready and willing to go a few more rounds.
    That meant that I needed to end this fight now, with one final blow, before Twinfist did. Yet how could I beat someone who was capable of using my own strength against me? And healing from every attack I landed on him?
    Then a thought occurred to me: I didn’t need to beat him. Just make it so he couldn’t fight again.
    “Got nothing to say?” said Twinfist. “Fine by me. Your voice was starting to grate on my nerves anyway. Let’s end this here and now.”
    Twinfist launched himself toward me, while I ran to meet him in the center. He pulled his fists back to punch me, but I dodged them at the last possible second, allowing his fists to go flying over me.
    But I didn’t let him leave. I punched him as hard as I could in the stomach, slamming him flat into the ground so hard that it created a crater in the earth. Twinfist gasped, but before he could get up, I slammed my foot on his chest and kicked him in the face, which knocked him silly.
    Then I zoomed over to the nearest tree and punched its trunk as hard as I could. A loud crack echoed through the forest as the tree shattered around the base, sending it falling straight toward Twinfist.
    Twinfist had only enough time to look up and scream before the tree slammed down on his body with enough force to make even me jump in surprise. More birds flew away, chirping and tweeting loudly, but I ignored them and ran over to Twinfist to check on him.
    He looked practically dead. The tree had fallen on Twinfist’s legs, crushing them under its weight. Blood leaked out from around Twinfist’s abdomen, while Twinfist moaned in pain and futilely beat against the thick tree on his legs.
    “No … fair …” Twinfist moaned. He glared up at me through pained eyes. “You … broke … my legs …”
    “What? Won’t they heal up on their own eventually?” I said, folding my arms over my chest. “Of course, that tree is probably interfering with your healing factor, but that was what I was counting on.”
    “I … will kill you … in cold blood,” Twinfist gasped. He punched the tree, but he obviously couldn’t draw upon the power necessary to break it. “You … little … bastard …”
    “Right, you keep saying that,” I said. “But why don’t you just sit tight while I go back to the mansion and make sure that everyone is okay? I mean, it’s not like you can actually leave, but you know what I mean.”
    Based on Twinfist’s glare, I could tell that he clearly knew what I meant and was not amused by it.
    But I didn’t care. I just shot into the sky and flew back toward the mansion, intending to return to get Twinfist after making sure that Grandfather and Triplet were okay.

Chapter Four

 
    W hen I flew back into the mansion, I found Triplet still in the living room. At least, I thought it was Triplet, until he informed me that he was one of Triplet’s Thirds and had been left there by Triplet himself to wait and see if I or Twinfist would return. The Third led me out of the living room and into the lobby, where Triplet, Grandfather, and Emma were. I found it kind of strange that they hadn’t fled somewhere else, but Grandfather, I guess, must have thought that I would beat Twinfist or something.
    As the