In San Francisco, things are torrential

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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!

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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.

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His smile doesn't waver.

Batboy got clever that time, yeah. But it's not gonna work twice.

He taps his neural input.

There we go. Say, did he ever try to beat you to death? Because that's what this is going to be like.

And he rushes him.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

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.

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He jumps before the leg sweep's even close and flips, a backhand lashing out across his opponent's jaw.

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It glances off his jawbone, and he rolls with it, bringing a booted foot up to strike out at his knee.

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His other hand snaps down to guard against the kick, and as he lands he quickly lashes out with a knee into the solar plexus.

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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.

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He catches the fist between both arms and twists to flip him. Batman's done this to him half a dozen times at least...

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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.

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Again he lands almost lazily, and as he does he smashes a boulder with his bat, scattering gravel at Nightwing like buckshot.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

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.

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He knocks away the wingdings easily, and tosses his bat up in the air for a couple of seconds while he uses both hands to catch the foot and twist sharply and painfully - then shoves him away, catches the bat again, and swings at the other man. Hard.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

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.

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Pity about the flex-impact armor, or that would really have been good.

And the fallout is a punch to the face that makes teeth rattle when it hits.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

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.

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Christ, this is getting sad -

He catches the hand and punches that arm's elbow. Twice.

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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.

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Which turns into a vicious grapple suplex.

He leaps up quickly, and retrieves the bat, which he dropped earlier. It starts glowing.

Good game, punk. But game's over.