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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 23:26:35 GMT -5
Click.
Deathstroke cocked his pistol as he quietly slipped through a large set of double doors at the base of a tall Blüdhaven skyscraper. This one was apparently owned by Harris Lockridge, a wealthy stockbroker who'd worked his way to the top of the business world from nothing. Needless to say, he'd made more enemies than friends along the way. Because of those enemies. Lockridge Inc would be in need of a new CEO after tonight. While working in Blüdhaven for Malcolm Fontaine, Slade decided to take some work on the side while Fontaine dug around for leads. It was no surprise at all that the first people to reach out to him were the wealthy elite in the city. The business world was cut-throat - literally, which Harris Lockridge would soon find out.
Apart from the odd after hours employee, everyone else had gone home for the night. Security was typical, completely oblivious to the fact that an armed assassin had already slipped right past them and into the building. This might be even easier than Slade had anticipated. The assassin stepped into a nearby elevator and pushed the button for the top floor, the CEO's office. The lights representing each floor lit up as Slade passed them. Hopefully no unlucky employees would call the elevator on their floors, otherwise things might get more messy than they had to.
Finally, the doors opened at the top floor. Deathstroke stepped out of the elevator, immediately noticing several marble busts depicting Lockridge's likeness. The man was a narcissist and not afraid of letting everyone know it, apparently. Slade tilted his head, spotting a faint light and hearing the sound of a woman giggling. Lockridge was here... And he was fooling around with his secretary. Top floor office, artwork of himself, sleeping with the secretary... This guy was a walking cliché. It didn't matter. No one else was here, it was time to get the job done.
Deathstroke raised his weapon and stepped into the light, prompting the secretary to scream and leap off of the bright red-faced Lockridge, his white collared shirt half unbuttoned and his grey hair a mess. Slade turned to the woman, mascara beginning to run from her tear-filled eyes as she covered her mouth in shock.
"Leave. Now."
The woman screamed, turned tail and bolted out of the office, leaving Lockridge alone with his assailant. The businessmen raised up his hands defensively as he stared wide-eyed at Slade.
"Buddy, look... I c-can get you whatever you want! Who sent you? Whatever they paid you I'll double it I swear to god!"
Slade turned to Lockridge, raising the pistol and aiming it directly at his head.
"No deal."
The assassin smirked behind his mask and squeezed the trigger.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jul 7, 2015 0:06:24 GMT -5
It has been too long. The body count had gone up in the last few weeks. And it wasn't just the scum on the streets. There were a few CEOs and the elite of the city going down. No word on who, only a how on each case. This signature seemed familiar.
Nightwing had been picking up more work on his case during the day ours at the police department as well. Might as well take advantage of the records he had access of without having to go through firewalls and hacking more systems.
And word on the street had been spreading. Nightwing had his connections as well in the underworld. Unlike Batman, he had a few he was slightly friendly with. The scum that hung around the big league scum was the best way to get information. Never know when some homeless person might be listening in or a hooker on a street corner had information. All the voices in the town were worth listening to on occasion when you found the right people.
The information he had gotten the evening before, Nightwing had struck gold. And had been right on his assumption of the who in this case. Deathstroke. A long time 'friend' of the Titans. They had shared plenty of battles in the past since his time as Robin.
This guy was no joke. He had speed and skill to match Batman's levels of knowledge as well as fighting. Deathstroke had been able to hold his own well against the Titans, especially against the metas and aliens. Nightwing had always held a grudge against Deathstroke. Every chance was like a rematch between the two. Whether one had lost, succeeded, or caused a stalemate, it was war in ways.
Now, Nightwing had the exact location and supposed time of said events of go for the night. He had taken advantage of this and headed out early. Hiding in the ventilation systems. Leaving smaller cams around to catch anything security wouldn't have. The hint had been right. And Nightwing had headed for the main office about the same time Deathstroke was making his way there.
Talk about timing when he headed the scream, his timing could have been better. Well...maybe it could have. But just as Deathstroke was about to pull the trigger, a wingding came flying in his direction, knocking the gun off it's target. Nightwing came charging in, taking an escima stick out to whack Deathstroke in the face and away from the target.
"Don't remember sending an invitation for you to visit my town," Nightwing piped up.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2015 2:13:51 GMT -5
Deathstroke staggered back from the force of the blow, but it was nowhere near enough to put him down for the count. Just when he thought this would be the standard routine, things got interesting. He turned to face the assailant, immediately recognizing them. Nightwing. Formerly Robin, who he'd faced off with many times in the past alongside the other Titans. The boy had trained under Batman, meaning he was an exceptional combatant. The very same flaws carried over from teacher to student though, and Nightwing held the same code of morality that Batman did. Not being able to permanently finish off an enemy was a glaring weakness, and the reason Slade would never truly be defeated by anyone involved with the Batman.
"Your city? You think you can defend this place by yourself, boy? The Batman isn't here... Your little gang of misfits are nowhere to be found..."
Slade reached onto his back and retrieved his retractable ballistics staff. He pressed a small button on the underside of the grip and, with a click, the staff expanded. The staff had dispatched many a foe in the past thanks to the micro-bomb launcher concealed inside, but Slade didn't want this to end quickly. This was going to be a test of strength.
"Just the two of us. I've looked forward to this for a long time."
Deathstroke twirled the staff skilfully in one hand as he circled the vigilante, watching for even the slightest move before he'd go on the offensive or defensive. Lockwood, still cowering behind his desk, would be dealt with after the fight was over. This job wouldn't go unfinished. Slade stopped in place and braced himself for an assault.
"You're going to die tonight."
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 12, 2015 20:08:15 GMT -5
"Guess you haven't heard that I've been going it solo for some time now," Nightwing replied to Deathstroke.
The bow-staff. One of the many toys Deathstroke carried with him. Possibly one of his favorite beside his katnanas. His movements failed to get a reaction from Nightwing. He stopped in a defensive mode. To anyone watching, he'd look like he was just standing there, though in seconds he could have anyone on the ground attack from any angel.
"I could almost say the same thing. Almost," Nightwing responded.
His eyes followed Deathstroke as the older man circled around him. Sizing him up for the next attacks.
Nightwing's objective was to distract and defend. He wasn't going to let anyone die tonight.
"Bring it on," Nightwing said as he decided it was time to make the first move.
Nightwing pulled out his second escrima stick knowing he'd have a better chance at countering Deathstroke's attacks with the staff. He had his own tricks up his sleeve with using the escrima sticks. Deathstroke would just have to find out.
Taking a step forward, Nightwing quickly twisted into a spin kick. Ready to strike with an escima stick to Deathstroke's side. The next was aimed had his gut. And as soon as he would get the chance, he would aim for the back of Deathstroke's knee to try and bring him down for a second.
Every second counts, every move mattered. Deathstroke was not someone to be taken as a joke.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2015 5:44:28 GMT -5
Despite the insufferable bravado he was displaying, Nightwing was a capable combatant and former protégé of the dark knight himself. The vigilante's spin kick connected squarely into Slade's chest, and although he was too heavily armoured for the blow to do much damage, the force was still enough to send him staggering back for a moment. Then the escrima sticks came, the first striking to Slade's left, followed by the second towards his stomach.
A quick sidestep from the assassin brought him out of range of the first shot, although the second lunging shot was still en route. Slade spun his ballistic staff in front of himself, parrying the attack only a fraction of a second before it connected. Only a few seconds had passed, but it seemed like hours. Deathstroke's ability to think nine times faster than an average human was coming into play, however Nightwing wasn't an average human. He was exceptional, acquiring the strategic knowledge of his former mentor and putting it into practice in this fight. Everyone knew of Batman's tactical prowess, but this kid wasn't Batman. He was more predictable. More transparent. Slade's eyes shifted towards the face of Nightwing, and he noticed the vigilante looking down for a split second before they locked eyes once again. He was going to attack low. A sound strategy. He wouldn't get the chance, however, as he was about to be on the defensive.
"You've gotten stronger, boy." Slade said in his gruff, seasoned tone of voice. "... But you're still nothing compared to me."
Slade slammed his staff to the ground, using it like a pole vault as he launched towards Nightwing, diving to the side at the last second. Now positioned to the side of Blüdhaven's hero, Deathstroke swung his staff in a sweeping motion towards the legs of his opponent. Nightwing wouldn't be tripped up by an attack like this, of course, he'd avoid it. Slade was counting on it, ready to launch the perfect counter attack when he did. Although he'd said he would kill the boy tonight, he didn't want to do it immediately. He'd waited for this night. Deathstroke would take his time with this battle, then savour his victory once it was over.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Oct 22, 2015 21:03:22 GMT -5
Slade was waiting to the last second to dodge. That was common. Nightwing knew Deathstroke well enough. This was how they battled. Deathstroke had a superior battling technique compared to those Nightwing had faced. Usually a stalemate came between the two. Though Slade possessed the ability to think almost as fast as a super computer when it came to observing his opponent's moves. Which provided more of a challenge.
Nightwing was usually the last of the Titans standing when it came to the battles with Deathstroke. He may be human, though he knew the martial art that required such combat at it's level to be faced against someone with such a mind that Slade possessed.
There was no surprise at Deathstroke's abilities. Seemed just like old times.
"Aw, nice to know you care," Nightwing commented in mid battle.
He ignored the last part of the comment made by Deathstroke. He's let his actions speak louder.
Deathstroke's quick action of vaulting toward him, put him on the defense now. At last second, Deathstroke was off to the side. Nightwing turned quick enough to see the low plow coming. And at that second, Nightwing jumped up and turned his body at the same time as his right leg was extended out. Brining on a spin kick in return as he had dodged the move.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 3:18:32 GMT -5
The motion was fast and fluid, but the reaction time of the Batman's former sidekick were simply too fast. It was to be expected, after all. Nightwing was the man entrusted with the safety of Blüdhaven, and that was a task he didn't take lightly. As Slade launched forward for the low attack, Nightwing avoided it and countered with a quick spin kick of his own. Prepared as always, Slade raised his ballistic staff and deflected the kick, pushing it off to the side and forcing his opponent back down into a fighting stance.
"Don't antagonize me."
Deathstroke swung the staff over his head and thrust it towards Nightwing, to which the vigilante responded by ducking. Another overhead shot sent Nightwing flipping backwards out of the way as the heavy staff collided with Lockridge's desk, splintering the corner of it into fragments of wood.
"The only thing I care about is finishing this job. Something you're preventing me from doing."
Still hiding in the corner of the room, Lockridge attempted to sneak towards the door, prompting Slade to whip around and toss a knife into the wall inches from his face. The CEO returned to his cowering foetal position as the fight continued. The assassin turned back to his nemesis and twirled the staff in his hand once again before retracting it and sliding it back into its holster.
"Impressive. It truly is. Let's see how you cope when we raise the stakes."
The assassin reached onto his back and slowly drew his broadsword. He paused for a moment, almost as if he was admiring the blade, then lunched forward with a piercing attack.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Dec 16, 2015 19:52:11 GMT -5
Nightwing was prepared for either success or failure when it came to attacks. Never underestimate an opponent, especial when you were up against Deathstroke. Years of encounters with the assassin had taught Nightwing many valuable traits and fighting skills of his opponent. He had studied Deathstroke thoroughly through their many battles.
Reacting to the deflection of the staff, Nightwing used the momentum form the deflection to go into a back tuck to slow himself down before landing. As soon as he was on the ground again, he was ready to fight.
Nightwing smirked at Deathstroke's words. At the next movement, Nightwing dodged out of the way. Pushing off the desk only milliseconds when the staff cracked hard into the strong, probably oak desk. Nightwing crouching not too far off.
"Then I must be doing my job," he retorted in slight amusement over the taunting and his ability to keep the assassin busy.
Deathstroke's reflexes in response to the man trying to escape left a slight frown to Nightwing face in annoyance. The man was not going to get out of here that easily. That was a no brainer.
"Bring it on," Nightwing replied.
He knew the blade was coming. Deathstroke's sword was almost a signature for him when it came to skill. His aim was beyond point when it came for the kill shot with that weapon as well as his ability to wield it beyond a master's skill.
Nightwing was quick on his feet. He had enough time to push off the ground to jump over Deathstroke. In turn, he pulled out his escima sticks and turned quick to try and strike Deathstroke in the back of the head. A move that would no go down so easily.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2016 22:59:13 GMT -5
CRACK.
The sticks came down hard across the back of Deathstroke's head, knocking off his mask and sending it rolling across the floor. He paused for a moment, growled, then turned to face his rival. The moonlight glistened off of Slade's white hair as it shone down through the window, but the assassin's face was the polar opposite of the calming moonlight. His lip was curled upwards into a snarl and a vein was visibly popping out on his forehead above the eye patch. With the hilt of the sword gripped tightly in his hand, Deathstroke prepared for another attack.
"Are you really willing to die to protect some blithering corporate idiot?"
Slade circled to the left, his one eye locked squarely on his old rival.
"Even after all of these years... After all of the evil that you've stood face to face with..."
Still circling around his opponent, Slade drew another small knife from his belt and gripped it in his left hand. He twirled both blades skilfully. If Nightwing was going to dual-wield escrima sticks, then two blades would even the odds.
"...You're still a naive little brat."
Slade lunged forward, feinting with his sword and twirling around with a side kick aimed directly at Nightwing's chest.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jan 5, 2016 22:32:51 GMT -5
The hit had made contact, and now the face of Slade was exposed the those in that office. Nightwing was all too familiar with seeing the assassin without his mask. It had not been uncommon for Nightwing to even call the assassin by name in close encounters between the two. As Robin, during his time with the Titans, it had become a game between the two to the point of an osbcession of beating the other in an way they could.
Slade's words did not go unacknowledged. Nightwing would not fall prey to his opponent's words.
He watched every more Slade made. From the circling to listening as well. The taunting, Slade knew him, yet was hardly hitting the surface if he wanted to get under his skin.
"I fight to protect my city. And if I were to die, at least I'd die protecting the people of this city," Nightwing started in. "Luckily for you, I won't have to worry about that."
Nightwing saw the glistening metal of the small blade being pulled out. It wasn't that easy to pull one over on Nightwing. Slade may have year on Nightwing as many skills and experience, though Nightwing knew Slade and he knew he was up for on heck of a fight.
And with that, Slade had started on the attack. Nightwing was ready and would have to keep his defensive moves up to pace. Slade had almost superhuman reflexes in speed when it came to dodging his opponent's attack, which has always proven to be a challenge. Something that Nightwing could fall victim to....in which case this time he did.
Slade's reflexes could rival that of Batman's skills with ease. Nightwing was able to deflect the sword, thought the kick came on too quick. Nighteing took a swift boot to the chest that sent him backwards, landing had into a wall. It has been enough to knock the wind out of him for a moment. Though Nightwing was quick to recover from such an attack. Every second counts.
"You forget that you're in my town. And there's a few new ways to the game," Nightwing retorted.
Nightwing rebounded, charging back into the fight head first ready to deflect any attacks with the sword as he launched s series of combination attacks. He started off with a few swings from his escrima sticks to a low side kick with a quick switch of balance to a side high kick aimed at Slade's face. Then with a quick twist aiming his escrima sticks to take another blow to Slade's head.
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