QuickWords
Don’t Worry About It
Nightwing prepared to charge Deathstroke but a blur passed by him. Slade felt this power before but by a certain Amazonian princess in place of the tamaranian one before him. He managed to break contact but was left with hand shaped holes near his sternum.
“I see the failed Princess has gotten stronger.” He let off an all too familiar cackle before drawing both blades. “Good.” That blow truly hurt Slade, possibly breaking a couple of ribs but to show his belly would mean defeat. Not at the hands of these children.
He charged Nightwing first but was cut off by Starfire. Damn it. She’s faster than I remember too. Spade slashed at her arms before she got the chance to connect in order to give himself more space. Taking advantage of this, Dick connected his batons forming a staff in order to reach Slade from afar while Starfire stayed close.
Terra hadn’t truly meant to bury Beast Boy, it was her emotions getting the best of her, or the worst in this case. She knew if she wasn’t careful Raven would most certainly end her life for what she did to him. She jumped from her rock casing only to be grabbed in mid air by the same beast she believed she crushed.
Gar had wiggled his way amidst the rubble to freedom and noticed the two girls about to clash once more. “Rae the container thing!” Beast Boy tried to yell but his chest was bloody and it hurt to merely breathe. With a fraction of his might he hugged Terra, pinning her arms to her side and shaking his head.
“I’m sorry Terra…” When Raven brought the container closer he threw the earth manipulator inside, watching the doors shut. He shrunk back to himself and fell to his butt, rubbing his chest. “I’m not feeling so hot Rae…Rocks are heavy.” He said laying on his back.
Slade was slowing down slightly, the damaged nth metal failing his abilities to both regenerate quickly, feeling his internal bleeding. Next time he would need better armor, perhaps pure Nth metal instead. Nightwing had caught a slash to the thigh before Deathstroke turned his attention to Starfire. That gave him an opening to quickly to sweep the hitman’s leg with his staff.
Slade felt his mobility leave him momentarily but quickly regained it, only to find Starfire had knocked his blades from his hands. “You think a lack of weapons would stop me? How about we finish this the good old fashioned way, boy wonder?” He said while Nightwing looked over at Starfire.
“I see the failed Princess has gotten stronger.” He let off an all too familiar cackle before drawing both blades. “Good.” That blow truly hurt Slade, possibly breaking a couple of ribs but to show his belly would mean defeat. Not at the hands of these children.
He charged Nightwing first but was cut off by Starfire. Damn it. She’s faster than I remember too. Spade slashed at her arms before she got the chance to connect in order to give himself more space. Taking advantage of this, Dick connected his batons forming a staff in order to reach Slade from afar while Starfire stayed close.
Terra hadn’t truly meant to bury Beast Boy, it was her emotions getting the best of her, or the worst in this case. She knew if she wasn’t careful Raven would most certainly end her life for what she did to him. She jumped from her rock casing only to be grabbed in mid air by the same beast she believed she crushed.
Gar had wiggled his way amidst the rubble to freedom and noticed the two girls about to clash once more. “Rae the container thing!” Beast Boy tried to yell but his chest was bloody and it hurt to merely breathe. With a fraction of his might he hugged Terra, pinning her arms to her side and shaking his head.
“I’m sorry Terra…” When Raven brought the container closer he threw the earth manipulator inside, watching the doors shut. He shrunk back to himself and fell to his butt, rubbing his chest. “I’m not feeling so hot Rae…Rocks are heavy.” He said laying on his back.
Slade was slowing down slightly, the damaged nth metal failing his abilities to both regenerate quickly, feeling his internal bleeding. Next time he would need better armor, perhaps pure Nth metal instead. Nightwing had caught a slash to the thigh before Deathstroke turned his attention to Starfire. That gave him an opening to quickly to sweep the hitman’s leg with his staff.
Slade felt his mobility leave him momentarily but quickly regained it, only to find Starfire had knocked his blades from his hands. “You think a lack of weapons would stop me? How about we finish this the good old fashioned way, boy wonder?” He said while Nightwing looked over at Starfire.