http://jla-villains.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] jla_watchtower2006-04-15 01:09 am

In San Francisco, things are torrential

Jesse Quick has sent out the APB.

But right now, Titans Tower is on fire in half a dozen places, and the torrential storm overhead isn't stopping the fires nearly enough. Lightning sizzles through the sky, and well over a dozen flying figures soar around the Tower, surveilling it and occasionally blasting it with something. Many more are on the ground and in the Tower itself - parts of the Tower explode periodically as the violence escalates.

The Tower is under siege, and the Titans are fighting a losing battle.

But things change, and Weather Wizard turns his head and sees:


Incoming!

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He rolls back up to his feet in a defensive stance, escrima sticks in hand. Ignoring the twinge of pain in his shoulder from that landing.

I hear you're a big fan of Stephen Hawking.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The guy may be able to emulate Batman's style to the letter, but that just means he knows what's coming. And while he may not be Batman's level in skill, he's got the modifier of speed and gymnastic ability.

He feints to the left and goes for a leg sweep.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It glances off his jawbone, and he rolls with it, bringing a booted foot up to strike out at his knee.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Unff --

He doubles over, propelled backwards. Breathing's going to be painful for a while, but he has to work through it. He rolls over and around, coming back up to his feet in a split-second and throwing a fist to his opponent's face, looking to knock a few teeth loose.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Which is why he goes with it, grabbing hold of him as he turns and lands on his feet to launch Prometheus into a full body throw.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He twists and turns in the air, sending explosive wingdings at the bat. He feels the burn as one nicks through the kevlar just above his ankle. No time to check the collateral damage. Then he comes in close again, looking to get in a kick to the head.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't show it, grounded again, but that hurt. A lot. He's got barely enough time to recover as he rolls to a sitting position, and ducks the swing. He's got just enough leverage to swing up, slamming his escrima stick with force into his ribcage, hard enough to break bone. He'll take the fallout from the followup that's sure to come.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Nngh --

Definitely lost a crown, there. His vision blurs around the edges for a moment, and he feels the iron tang of blood in his mouth. He spits it out, and comes up with roar and a heel strike to the face.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Not enough to break it, but damn close. That darkness is encroaching a little more into his vision --

Can't slow down... not now...

He slams his weight into him.