I willed the electricity in my body to strengthen and project itself externally. I directed it towards Pysche.
Seconds later there was a crack.
"Someone has new powers? Well, so do I," she said.
I glanced down at my hands and saw that electricity was sparking from my fingertips and webbed over my skin.
"Let the games begin," she roared.
She threw out her arms and an exact copy of Beast Boy. I faltered and she threw a blade that sliced my shoulder. I felt blood cover my shoulder.
I gritted my teeth and hurtled electricity at him, not enough to kill but enough to incapacitate him. I just couldn't bring myself to kill anybody. Another knife shot by inches away from my face.
"I see your aim has improved," I said.
"It was never bad," she said, flinging another at me. I quickly dodged and returned blows by launching pointed ice shards at her.
"Never said it was," I retorted. She fumed with pure rage and unleashed a barrage of knives right towards me. I threw up my arms to protect my vital organs. One knife scraped my forearm, but that was the most damage I took.
"You just have to be too perfect, don't you?" she snorted.
"Trust me, not even close," I said.
"Those months I spent at you, were bliss, minus Beast Boy's drool," she said.
"Because you were there to mess it up," I responded.
"Aww, really, I'm the one thing that keeps you from having the perfect life? I'm flattered, really," she said.
I shot mini tornadoes toward her along with a small hail storm. She batted some of the counter attack away.
"Teen Titans!" Robin started.
"Stay!" I yelled, blocking another cloud of various sharp objects.
Everything after that was strike, counterattack, back and forth, back and forth. My pent up energy and restraint was boiling up and becoming harder to control. With a final attempt to knock Pysche out of consciousness, I threw the rest of my energy into a concentrated lightning arc at her.
Pysche slid across the rooftop.
"Whoa!" Beast Boy yelled. I fell to my knees, exhausted. Beast Boy and Cyborg each grabbed on of my arms to help me up. I jerked away and scrambled over to Pysche.
"No, no, no, no, Pysche, get back up, get back up," I said, shaking her limp body.
"Are you running a fever? You just got her to the perfect state to arrest her," Robin said.
"No, are you crazy? It's not supposed to end up like this," I said.
"Um, yeah it is," Raven said, normal monotone voice.
"You just don't understand it's like…it's like if you guys were to all turn against each other. It's not supposed to be like this," I said. They all fell silent and I knew they understood.
"It's just an endless cycle chasing each other, being caught, deceit, chase, caught, lies," I said.
"That's true," Pysche spoke, thrusting a dagger into my thigh. I grasped my leg, sucking in a sharp breath. I looked back up and Pysche was gone.
"Why does the stupid circle end up with me getting injured!" I said strained.
"Does it hurt?" Starfire asked.
"No, it feels fabulous. I thinking I should stab myself with a five inch dagger more often. Yes, Starfire of course it hurts," I said.
I pulled the dagger out and threw it on the ground. Blood soaked through my pants and covered my hands like red gloves. The world started to spin and I started to feel sick.
"Let's hurry up and get her to the infirmary before she passes out," Robin said. Cyborg and Robin helped me up and down the stairs.
"Where's BB?" I asked.
"He got kinda shook up," Cyborg said.
"What?" I questioned.
"He'll explain later," Robin said. They stuck an IV in me and I felt the morphine spread through my veins. They stitched and stapled my leg back together, but wouldn't let me on crutches until two weeks later.