*sigh* Imprint update is taking a lot of time. And it's getting longer and longer. So chew on this instead and take a break from fudge and candy canes. Enjoy!
I own a headache. And stitches. Plenty of stitches.
Beast Boy will sweep across the field, eyes blazing as he searches for the next target. He's much faster than Cyborg, neatly dancing away from oncoming enemies till he finds the perfect opportunity. He spins and twists even when he doesn't need to, like the chords of a guitar solo. Sometimes deep with intensity, other times screeching high with energy. Flying high above his enemies, he has his own sort of rhythm that doesn't necessarily mesh anything else. There's nothing to hold him back, but there's nothing to set his pace. It leaves him vulnerable, because he'll lose his place and come crashing back to earth.
Cyborg moves more steadily, fighting whoever comes his way. He's not so fast as his green teammate, but he'd rather simply attack than set up for a greater finish. Just like a drum, steady and undeniable. Sometimes he's faster and more intense, and other times he's slower and morose. At times he may be underappreciated, but then when things get loud he's the one you notice first. Fists swinging, bodies will fly as he crashes through crowds of enemies. He's powerful, no doubt, but he falls short. There's nothing to highlight his own accomplishments or gloss over his short comings.
Side by side, they are unstoppable. They move with tandem purpose and sweep the crowds off their feet. Cyborg knocks an enemy down and tosses another aside, as Beast Boy leaps over his shoulders into an oncoming opponent like a predator pouncing on its prey. Or maybe like a note rising to its crescendo. It doesn't matter. They may not be necessarily musical, but they find they harmonize perfectly anyways.