Battle with Judas

Judas Anderson...
Christian knew he'd be around here somewhere. This was the kind of place a guy like Judas would hang around.
Judas sounded like an interesting character. All Chris knew about him was from the rumours spread around the school.
If I defeat him, people will see I'm the best!
Judas would know he was here.
All Chris had to do was prepare for the fight that lay ahead.

Man, this guy's obnoxious.
"So you're not even going to bother coming down to take me man-to-man? All right then...I can live with that."
Handguns.
"But can you handle this!?"
Chris aimed straight at Judas. He couldn't miss. He never missed.
BANG!

Crap.
The rocks flew toward Chris. He didn't have the chance to run...
Wall!
A wall of magic appeared in front of him, stopping the rocks.
This is NOT good.
"So, you think I'm chicken?"
Jetpack...broadsword.
Wielding the most unusual combination of items ever, Chris took to the air.
"How 'chicken' is THIS!?"
He lunged for Judas, aiming straight at the jugular.

What the!?
Suddenly, Chris was falling. He could see the ground below, and it didn't look too inviting.
The jetpack was busted, the sword was flying off into the distance, and Judas hadn't flinched.
Not to mention the huge flame that Judas had left on him. That hurt.
First, he had to take out the flame.
Water!
Out went the flame, but Chris was still falling.
That was when he realised he had to take a risk.
He had figured out that his power worked by moving the very atoms of the universe into the position that he wanted them to be. (The type of atom didn't matter - the size did.) So did that mean he could move around his OWN atoms?
This had to work, or he'd feel this in the morning. If he woke up.
I need to fly, I don't care how, I need to goddamn FLY!
The ground got closer. Too close to stand. Chris closed his eyes, waiting for the impact that would end him...
It never came.
Huh? I'm not dead?
Chris opened his eyes.
Something is wrong here...I'm flying. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but...wow.
Okay, this was something new to Christian King. There were wings coming out of his back. WINGS.
As if in a trance, he flew to the ground, as if he'd never walked.
Then he practically collapsed.
Damn...too much energy.


(OoC: God, that was long >_<)

This wasn't meant to happen. He shouldn't have lost.
Judas should've been lying in a pool of blood right now.
Now Chris was lucky he wasn't in the same situation.
Should he yield?
Put it this way : if I don't, that sword might be getting a bit too close to my head.
He never thought he'd have to say this.
"I...yield."