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Nightwing walked down the hallway and toward the living room. He was fully dressed in his uniform and appeared, at first glance, that he was ready to see what threat was being taken place but in truth, his mind was running over the question many times, analyzing ever single detail of it and what it meant. "Why am I fighting to protect everyone? For revenge? No, I got my revenge along time ago. I learned to let go of the pain and quit fighting for revenge unlike Bruce. Is it because I like to fight? No. Dammit, I know there's a reason. It's just that I forgotten it." Coming to the living room, he saw everyone except Razor and Raven there, staring in disbelief but also ready for a fight. In front of the window was Blackfire brushing her hair and staring outside. She probably didn't know that she had an audience.
"Blackfire?" He gasped, drawing his bo staff and took a defensive position. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. Starfire was too shock for words but wasn't in too much of a shock to be ready for a fight. Her hands were flowing green as she readied her star bolts. The black haired tamaranian turned around and stared at everyone, "Hello sister." "What are you doing out of jail?!" "Well sister. They let me out on good behavior. Still handing out with the goodie goodies I see." Blackfire analyzed everyone, studying the changes that had become of them. Raven being taller, along with Beast Boy and Nightwing and all of them seemed like adults. But one thing seemed out of place and nothing was holding her back from asking out loud about it, "So tell me where Robin is?"
Nightwing retracted his bo staff and stuck it onto the back of his belt, "I'm right here. But the name is Nightwing now." Blackfire tackled him almost instantly and pulled at his suit a bit, "Wow. You look hot in black. Still wearing that mask." She started to purr, "Even more sexy." Starfire quickly dove at Blackfire with fire in her eyes, "How dare you touch my man like that!" The dark skin ex-villain took her cue to quickly move off of Nightwing and side step out of her younger sister's way, which lead to Starfire crashing into Nightwing. "Relax sis. If I wanted your boyfriend I'd already taken him. I'm only here to visit my sister." "I thought you hated me?" Said the young princess as her and her lover got to their feet.
"Kory. If there is one thing I don't hate it is you. Though we have our differences and I happen to say things like 'I'll get my revenge', I don't hate you." Loud footsteps could be heard down the hall, moving very fast and getting louder and louder as they moved closer and closer. A shwink was heard, giving hint that a sword was being drawn. "What's going on? I heard some yelling!" Razor said as he appeared from the hallway in his armor, gripping Neo in his right hand in the relaxed position he always had it in when he was running, his helmet was tied to his belt by its chin strap but his eyes were covered by his sunglasses.
"Nothin' Rayz. Star just got a bit loud." Cyborg said taking a seat on their couch. Beast Boy turned on the Playstation and sat beside his large muscular friend and the two went off into one of their many racing games. Raven glanced at the knight before going back to her book. "So Starfire?" Blackfire walked over to Razor and started to circle him, "Who's this hunk?" "That would be the Dark Knight." "Oh. Hmm, the Dark Knight eh? Very cute." She brought her hands onto his breastplate and rubbed it soothingly, "A knight in shiny armor. A girl's fantasy guy. And your face is very cute. That scar on your cheek just makes you even more luscious." The Lythian knight felt uneasy at the pass Blackfire was making on him.
Raven brought her eyes up from her book and watched as Razor was being pestered by Blackfire. After that glance, she stood up from her chair and sat the book up and floated down the hallway unnoticed by anyone except Stafire who immediately ran after her friend, "Raven! Wait for me." Blackfire wrapped her arms around Razor, "So what's your real name hmm?" "What's it to you?" "Just curious. Or are you going to be as mysterious as Robin and keep it hidden." The knight pried Blackfire's arms off of him and backed up, "My name isn't a hand out." "Well, what else am I supposed to call you? Rayz?" He glared at Cyborg as she made that comment.
"So Rayz is your real name? That's so cool. Very beautiful name." She got closer to him and placed a hand on his breastplate once again. "My name isn't Rayz. It's Razor." He growled coldly, "And keep your hands off me." She ignored his last comment, "Razor. Hmm, sounds like a tough name." Tracing her fingers up to his neck and rubbed his necklace's leather string that was wrapped around his neck while their ornaments were tucked under his breastplate. "A man who wears jewelry. Very fascinating. Nightwing," She turned her head over to Dick, "Where have you been hiding this one?" "He's new to the team." Replied the former Boy Wonder who leaned against the table and watched carefully at their one time foe, as if he was waiting for something to happen, something that'd give him a reason to kick her out.
"Can I see what's on your necklaces?" She purred again. The knight backed away, "Look. No way am I going to let you see what's on my necklaces. Hell, one of them I don't even show to the others if I'm wearing it. Besides, I'm not dressed." "One's an amulet and the other is a gold ring with a blue crystal in it. The amulet is the source of his armor while the ring is just weird." Beast Boy blurted out, "Beast Boy, since when did I show you my ring?" "Oh that. Well, when you were shot, Nightwing was the one who undressed you and sat your ring on the table. He must have forgotten that you didn't show it to anyone and we all got to take a look at it. You got no taste in jewelry." The knight sheathed his sword a bit pissed.
"A magic armor huh? Well then let me see you without your armor." "No." He replied as simple as he could be, "Aw come on. For me?" "This is getting ridiculous. I'm leaving." He turned around and disappeared back through the hallway. "Cute one he is. I wonder if he is available." The Tamaranian princess thought outloud, "He's not your type. Trust me. Cranky, rude, needs anger management and a straight jacket. I swear he's a psycho." The changling blurted out while Blackfire hopped on the couch, "I got winner."
Raven sat on top of the Titan's Tower watching shadows below as the noon sun warmed up their surroundings. The lake below glisten in the rays of light while a flock of birds laid on top of the body of water and hunted for fish. "I can't believe him! Getting all cozy with that damn devil! How dare he!" She immediately paused and threw her hands over her mouth, "Listen to me. I speak like we're an item. Like he loves me. Can't believe I'm jealous of someone. Can't believe I feel this way about someone." Standing up to her feet, she drew her cloak's hood down.
The door opened behind her and Starfire stepped onto the roof, "Raven. Here you are. I was looking for you. Are you ok?" "It's alright Starfire. Nothing to worry about." "I know you're hurting but I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you." "I know. It's just that I couldn't help it. I felt so angry yet at the same time…heart broken. I really wished for a moment that your sister was dead." Neither could believe what was just spoken as there was a pause inbetween. Raven picked up where she left up in an even more sorrow voice, "But, at the same time, I wish I had disappeared. Strange isn't it. A man just mysteriously appears one day and turns out as one of the biggest jerks there is and…I fall for him. And now I'm wishing I never met him because of one girl. Tell me, would I be happier if he wasn't here? If things went on like they were" Starfire slowly walked over to Raven and turned her around and slapped her across the face. "Thanks Starfire. I needed that." "It was no trouble."
Nightwing was getting bored watching Blackfire beat Beast Boy and Cyborg at their racing game, thus, he grabbed his communicator and flipped it open, "Hey Razor. Where you at?" He waited but got no answer, "Dammit I know you have on your armor so your helmet is on. So answer me!" Tapping his feet in impatience and waited for the reply. He reached onto his communicator and turned a little dial a bit to the right, "Razor. I know your there. I installed a communicator in your arm just in case you didn't have on your helmet. Now pick up!" After waiting for a bit, the image of his friend appeared on the communicator's screen appeared, "What is it?" "Where you at?" "Workshop." "Hmm, I'll be down." "Reason?" "Well, I was heading down there later on to fix some things anyways, so why not now when I'll have some company." "Do as you wish." The image disappeared into a screen of static.
The masked vigilante walked through the tower and down a couple flights of stairs until he came upon the door to the workshop. The door opened electronically, revealing several tables in the center and many tools on the walls. Saws, hammers, wrenches, screw drivers and many other tools. Some were power tools that had legs of their own. At the closest table was Razor with his armor stretched out onto the flat surface. Beside his armor, and in his hands, was his broken thermal saber. Around the suit of armor were many of the attachments that he kept hidden in his enchanted belt pouch. Some were attachments he's seen once or twice while the rest he never seen or even knew that he had.
Stepping beside Razor, he looked at what he was doing and then at the armor. All the special components were unattached. The claws that were always folded down, the wings, the jetpack, the boots side thrusters and the small missile pod that were shaped to be the exact same length and shape as his pauldrons thus were hidden from the front view. The weapons were beside the armor parts the connect too, with of course the parts that could take their place at any time were there as well.
He brought his eyes over to the Dark Knight and watched him mess with the wires with a knife. Stripping one of the wires a bit before setting it back into the hilt. Nightwing walked over to a dresser and pulled out a large gun and took it to the second table and sat it down. Then he walked over to the tool wall and selected the equipment needed and went back to the gun. As he started to work on it, Razor spoke up without taking his eyes off of what he was doing, "What's the gun for?" "It's electrical discharge gun." "For?" "Those little assholes. Last time we fought we were getting our butts handed to us." "Thought you had a no kill policy." "We try to. Mainly toward those who can provide us with a way to defeat them without killing them." "Then you'll be forced to kill Mark. He won't stop even if you cut off both of his legs." "Probably, but then again we can also contain him." "Mark is a rare type of human. Has the psychic abilities of humans and the magical abilities of necromancers."
Nightwing brought his head up with his face in disgust, "You mean he can control the dead?" "Sorta. It's more like he can use spells within the shadow element jurisdiction. Tampering with the dead falls under that category." "He brought a woman here you know. Tall, pale skin, long black dress with a long black staff." "That was Andreal. A powerful sorceress who can conjure up almost anything she can think of. Swords, arrows, mindless demons, dragons. She's also capable of minor wizard spells and many spells that affect your body without doing any damage. Like making you sleepy or slowing down your body movement and reaction."
Going back to his gun, the former caped crusader smirked, "Shouldn't be much to worry bout then." "If he brought her then he probably brought Calrestria. A Skylian wizard who's very powerful with offensive and defensive magic. One of his commanders. Though, you shouldn't have to worry much if you can get close. She can't fight worth a damn physically. If anything, you'll have the most problems with Kyre. A swordsman almost as skilled as Mark. A major pain in the ass and gives me hell in battle. Knows many skills with sword techniques involving mana." "You realize I have no idea what the hell your talking about right?" Razor looked up at the man, "Hmm?"
"Like, what the hell is a Skylian? A sword technique involving mana? Mind doing a little explaining?" "A Skylian is a human with white wings on their backs and the magical qualities of an elf. So they're naturally powerful with magic." "Kind of like an angel right?" "You could say that. The sword techniques with mana are pretty simple. Each being is surrounded by mana. Whether or not our bodies contain a lot of mana we can still use the mana around us in weapons. The trick is learning how to utilize it." "And that would be how?" "We all have mana in us. Humans and dwarves, as I once said, have virtually no mana. But, we do have enough to use sword techniques. So we learn to take control of that mana and use it as a magnet for our weapons. Then we draw the mana around us and form it into either a spell or a fancy swing of sort that involves a spell." "Hmm sounds useful. Is it hard?" "At times."
Razor ignited his thermal sword with the touch of a button and admired his handy work. After taking a practice swing, he disengaged the blade and sat the hilt down before grabbing the jetpack and popping open a small hatch in the center. "You're able to use those sword mana techniques?" Dick asked. "Yeah. Know how to use three. One increases my speed, another causes a powerful gust of wind, which can make me jump higher, and the last is a slash that causes the victim to explode." "First two sound cool, last one sounds a bit too extreme." "Last one is tricky. I screw up then I can end up being the one who gets hurt."
Taking a pen, he pushed some wires around inside his jetpack while looking inside with a small flashlight to light his way. "You're armor's technology seems pretty advance. Though everything else seems like something we could build here." "My armor is ancient though the technology equipped with it is new. Originally this piece of hardware couldn't even fly much less be so light." "And the guns?" "The guns aren't exactly as advance as you think. On my planet, the humans have similar technology as your planet does but we also have some that would seem too advance. Some of our technology would also be too primitive. The saber is proof of advancement while my guns are signs of modern." "And the sword?" "Most humans rely on guns and thermal weapons. Guns are useless against magic but thermal weapons can slice through minor barriers. The primitive swords with runes however can cut through a barrier like it was nothing."
Nightwing laughed, "Man. Your world sounds interesting. Got Star Wars, Rambo and the Lord of the Rings all rolled into one." Razor had no idea what Star Wars, Rambo and Lord of the Rings were but he wasn't going to ask. He didn't even care what they were in the first place. "So how about the other civilizations?" "Primitive." "As in?" "As in swords and spears primitive. They look down on us humans so we keep our technology to ourselves. Only the dwarves have access to our technology but they pretty much like to stick to old fashion.
Nightwing held up the gun and pressed a switch. Taking his time to aim, he pulled the trigger and shot at the only wall that was barren. A stream of lightning shot out and struck the wall while at the same time a small volt electricity flew through the gun and into Nightwing's hands. Immediately he threw the gun down. "Damn. Thought I finally fixed it." he picked it back up and sat it onto the table and returned to working on it. "So who's the girl?" "What girl?" Nightwing questioned, "Oh you mean Blackfire?" "Yeah that's the one. She looks like Starfire." "They're sisters." "Explains why she was getting on my nerves." Nightwing laughed while Razor shot him a death glare.
The laughter died down as their conversation switched to a different topic. "Hey Rayz. Sorry about this morning. I shouldn't have tried to pry like that. It's just that while you were asleep…I did some thinking. We all did. Your life seems to be governed by others and one day it's going to be lost because of it. And I didn't want to see it happen." "I understand." "Well, guess I'll go. Looks like I won't be able to fix this gun. Probably have to have Cy take a look at it." He sat the gun down and put the tools where they belong before heading over toward the door.
Reaching his hand up to touch the mechanical button, Razor's voice appeared again, except, this time it held one of the greatest secrets they've been waiting for. "You've asked about my past. Guess I have to tell someone it. Raven's already figuring it out through dreams. Twice I've woken up and her mind was tapped into mine while she was asleep. Though, you can't tell anyone this. Others don't need to know about my history and it's something that I don't want repeated to others. A history I try so hard to keep repeating to others." Nightwing turned around and watched as the Dark Knight slipped off his glasses and then proceeded to do the same with his Aura Gauntlet and eyepatch. "My hand and eye are part of with the reason why I deal with the Dark Regiment so ruthlessly. If I tell you, you can't repeat what you heard to anyone else. And when we find Mark, I can handle him on my own terms." Dick nodded in agreement as he sat down to hear the story. "Let's start from when I first formed my own team. Three years ago…"
Nightwing walked down the hallway and toward the living room. He was fully dressed in his uniform and appeared, at first glance, that he was ready to see what threat was being taken place but in truth, his mind was running over the question many times, analyzing ever single detail of it and what it meant. "Why am I fighting to protect everyone? For revenge? No, I got my revenge along time ago. I learned to let go of the pain and quit fighting for revenge unlike Bruce. Is it because I like to fight? No. Dammit, I know there's a reason. It's just that I forgotten it." Coming to the living room, he saw everyone except Razor and Raven there, staring in disbelief but also ready for a fight. In front of the window was Blackfire brushing her hair and staring outside. She probably didn't know that she had an audience.
"Blackfire?" He gasped, drawing his bo staff and took a defensive position. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. Starfire was too shock for words but wasn't in too much of a shock to be ready for a fight. Her hands were flowing green as she readied her star bolts. The black haired tamaranian turned around and stared at everyone, "Hello sister." "What are you doing out of jail?!" "Well sister. They let me out on good behavior. Still handing out with the goodie goodies I see." Blackfire analyzed everyone, studying the changes that had become of them. Raven being taller, along with Beast Boy and Nightwing and all of them seemed like adults. But one thing seemed out of place and nothing was holding her back from asking out loud about it, "So tell me where Robin is?"
Nightwing retracted his bo staff and stuck it onto the back of his belt, "I'm right here. But the name is Nightwing now." Blackfire tackled him almost instantly and pulled at his suit a bit, "Wow. You look hot in black. Still wearing that mask." She started to purr, "Even more sexy." Starfire quickly dove at Blackfire with fire in her eyes, "How dare you touch my man like that!" The dark skin ex-villain took her cue to quickly move off of Nightwing and side step out of her younger sister's way, which lead to Starfire crashing into Nightwing. "Relax sis. If I wanted your boyfriend I'd already taken him. I'm only here to visit my sister." "I thought you hated me?" Said the young princess as her and her lover got to their feet.
"Kory. If there is one thing I don't hate it is you. Though we have our differences and I happen to say things like 'I'll get my revenge', I don't hate you." Loud footsteps could be heard down the hall, moving very fast and getting louder and louder as they moved closer and closer. A shwink was heard, giving hint that a sword was being drawn. "What's going on? I heard some yelling!" Razor said as he appeared from the hallway in his armor, gripping Neo in his right hand in the relaxed position he always had it in when he was running, his helmet was tied to his belt by its chin strap but his eyes were covered by his sunglasses.
"Nothin' Rayz. Star just got a bit loud." Cyborg said taking a seat on their couch. Beast Boy turned on the Playstation and sat beside his large muscular friend and the two went off into one of their many racing games. Raven glanced at the knight before going back to her book. "So Starfire?" Blackfire walked over to Razor and started to circle him, "Who's this hunk?" "That would be the Dark Knight." "Oh. Hmm, the Dark Knight eh? Very cute." She brought her hands onto his breastplate and rubbed it soothingly, "A knight in shiny armor. A girl's fantasy guy. And your face is very cute. That scar on your cheek just makes you even more luscious." The Lythian knight felt uneasy at the pass Blackfire was making on him.
Raven brought her eyes up from her book and watched as Razor was being pestered by Blackfire. After that glance, she stood up from her chair and sat the book up and floated down the hallway unnoticed by anyone except Stafire who immediately ran after her friend, "Raven! Wait for me." Blackfire wrapped her arms around Razor, "So what's your real name hmm?" "What's it to you?" "Just curious. Or are you going to be as mysterious as Robin and keep it hidden." The knight pried Blackfire's arms off of him and backed up, "My name isn't a hand out." "Well, what else am I supposed to call you? Rayz?" He glared at Cyborg as she made that comment.
"So Rayz is your real name? That's so cool. Very beautiful name." She got closer to him and placed a hand on his breastplate once again. "My name isn't Rayz. It's Razor." He growled coldly, "And keep your hands off me." She ignored his last comment, "Razor. Hmm, sounds like a tough name." Tracing her fingers up to his neck and rubbed his necklace's leather string that was wrapped around his neck while their ornaments were tucked under his breastplate. "A man who wears jewelry. Very fascinating. Nightwing," She turned her head over to Dick, "Where have you been hiding this one?" "He's new to the team." Replied the former Boy Wonder who leaned against the table and watched carefully at their one time foe, as if he was waiting for something to happen, something that'd give him a reason to kick her out.
"Can I see what's on your necklaces?" She purred again. The knight backed away, "Look. No way am I going to let you see what's on my necklaces. Hell, one of them I don't even show to the others if I'm wearing it. Besides, I'm not dressed." "One's an amulet and the other is a gold ring with a blue crystal in it. The amulet is the source of his armor while the ring is just weird." Beast Boy blurted out, "Beast Boy, since when did I show you my ring?" "Oh that. Well, when you were shot, Nightwing was the one who undressed you and sat your ring on the table. He must have forgotten that you didn't show it to anyone and we all got to take a look at it. You got no taste in jewelry." The knight sheathed his sword a bit pissed.
"A magic armor huh? Well then let me see you without your armor." "No." He replied as simple as he could be, "Aw come on. For me?" "This is getting ridiculous. I'm leaving." He turned around and disappeared back through the hallway. "Cute one he is. I wonder if he is available." The Tamaranian princess thought outloud, "He's not your type. Trust me. Cranky, rude, needs anger management and a straight jacket. I swear he's a psycho." The changling blurted out while Blackfire hopped on the couch, "I got winner."
Raven sat on top of the Titan's Tower watching shadows below as the noon sun warmed up their surroundings. The lake below glisten in the rays of light while a flock of birds laid on top of the body of water and hunted for fish. "I can't believe him! Getting all cozy with that damn devil! How dare he!" She immediately paused and threw her hands over her mouth, "Listen to me. I speak like we're an item. Like he loves me. Can't believe I'm jealous of someone. Can't believe I feel this way about someone." Standing up to her feet, she drew her cloak's hood down.
The door opened behind her and Starfire stepped onto the roof, "Raven. Here you are. I was looking for you. Are you ok?" "It's alright Starfire. Nothing to worry about." "I know you're hurting but I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you." "I know. It's just that I couldn't help it. I felt so angry yet at the same time…heart broken. I really wished for a moment that your sister was dead." Neither could believe what was just spoken as there was a pause inbetween. Raven picked up where she left up in an even more sorrow voice, "But, at the same time, I wish I had disappeared. Strange isn't it. A man just mysteriously appears one day and turns out as one of the biggest jerks there is and…I fall for him. And now I'm wishing I never met him because of one girl. Tell me, would I be happier if he wasn't here? If things went on like they were" Starfire slowly walked over to Raven and turned her around and slapped her across the face. "Thanks Starfire. I needed that." "It was no trouble."
Nightwing was getting bored watching Blackfire beat Beast Boy and Cyborg at their racing game, thus, he grabbed his communicator and flipped it open, "Hey Razor. Where you at?" He waited but got no answer, "Dammit I know you have on your armor so your helmet is on. So answer me!" Tapping his feet in impatience and waited for the reply. He reached onto his communicator and turned a little dial a bit to the right, "Razor. I know your there. I installed a communicator in your arm just in case you didn't have on your helmet. Now pick up!" After waiting for a bit, the image of his friend appeared on the communicator's screen appeared, "What is it?" "Where you at?" "Workshop." "Hmm, I'll be down." "Reason?" "Well, I was heading down there later on to fix some things anyways, so why not now when I'll have some company." "Do as you wish." The image disappeared into a screen of static.
The masked vigilante walked through the tower and down a couple flights of stairs until he came upon the door to the workshop. The door opened electronically, revealing several tables in the center and many tools on the walls. Saws, hammers, wrenches, screw drivers and many other tools. Some were power tools that had legs of their own. At the closest table was Razor with his armor stretched out onto the flat surface. Beside his armor, and in his hands, was his broken thermal saber. Around the suit of armor were many of the attachments that he kept hidden in his enchanted belt pouch. Some were attachments he's seen once or twice while the rest he never seen or even knew that he had.
Stepping beside Razor, he looked at what he was doing and then at the armor. All the special components were unattached. The claws that were always folded down, the wings, the jetpack, the boots side thrusters and the small missile pod that were shaped to be the exact same length and shape as his pauldrons thus were hidden from the front view. The weapons were beside the armor parts the connect too, with of course the parts that could take their place at any time were there as well.
He brought his eyes over to the Dark Knight and watched him mess with the wires with a knife. Stripping one of the wires a bit before setting it back into the hilt. Nightwing walked over to a dresser and pulled out a large gun and took it to the second table and sat it down. Then he walked over to the tool wall and selected the equipment needed and went back to the gun. As he started to work on it, Razor spoke up without taking his eyes off of what he was doing, "What's the gun for?" "It's electrical discharge gun." "For?" "Those little assholes. Last time we fought we were getting our butts handed to us." "Thought you had a no kill policy." "We try to. Mainly toward those who can provide us with a way to defeat them without killing them." "Then you'll be forced to kill Mark. He won't stop even if you cut off both of his legs." "Probably, but then again we can also contain him." "Mark is a rare type of human. Has the psychic abilities of humans and the magical abilities of necromancers."
Nightwing brought his head up with his face in disgust, "You mean he can control the dead?" "Sorta. It's more like he can use spells within the shadow element jurisdiction. Tampering with the dead falls under that category." "He brought a woman here you know. Tall, pale skin, long black dress with a long black staff." "That was Andreal. A powerful sorceress who can conjure up almost anything she can think of. Swords, arrows, mindless demons, dragons. She's also capable of minor wizard spells and many spells that affect your body without doing any damage. Like making you sleepy or slowing down your body movement and reaction."
Going back to his gun, the former caped crusader smirked, "Shouldn't be much to worry bout then." "If he brought her then he probably brought Calrestria. A Skylian wizard who's very powerful with offensive and defensive magic. One of his commanders. Though, you shouldn't have to worry much if you can get close. She can't fight worth a damn physically. If anything, you'll have the most problems with Kyre. A swordsman almost as skilled as Mark. A major pain in the ass and gives me hell in battle. Knows many skills with sword techniques involving mana." "You realize I have no idea what the hell your talking about right?" Razor looked up at the man, "Hmm?"
"Like, what the hell is a Skylian? A sword technique involving mana? Mind doing a little explaining?" "A Skylian is a human with white wings on their backs and the magical qualities of an elf. So they're naturally powerful with magic." "Kind of like an angel right?" "You could say that. The sword techniques with mana are pretty simple. Each being is surrounded by mana. Whether or not our bodies contain a lot of mana we can still use the mana around us in weapons. The trick is learning how to utilize it." "And that would be how?" "We all have mana in us. Humans and dwarves, as I once said, have virtually no mana. But, we do have enough to use sword techniques. So we learn to take control of that mana and use it as a magnet for our weapons. Then we draw the mana around us and form it into either a spell or a fancy swing of sort that involves a spell." "Hmm sounds useful. Is it hard?" "At times."
Razor ignited his thermal sword with the touch of a button and admired his handy work. After taking a practice swing, he disengaged the blade and sat the hilt down before grabbing the jetpack and popping open a small hatch in the center. "You're able to use those sword mana techniques?" Dick asked. "Yeah. Know how to use three. One increases my speed, another causes a powerful gust of wind, which can make me jump higher, and the last is a slash that causes the victim to explode." "First two sound cool, last one sounds a bit too extreme." "Last one is tricky. I screw up then I can end up being the one who gets hurt."
Taking a pen, he pushed some wires around inside his jetpack while looking inside with a small flashlight to light his way. "You're armor's technology seems pretty advance. Though everything else seems like something we could build here." "My armor is ancient though the technology equipped with it is new. Originally this piece of hardware couldn't even fly much less be so light." "And the guns?" "The guns aren't exactly as advance as you think. On my planet, the humans have similar technology as your planet does but we also have some that would seem too advance. Some of our technology would also be too primitive. The saber is proof of advancement while my guns are signs of modern." "And the sword?" "Most humans rely on guns and thermal weapons. Guns are useless against magic but thermal weapons can slice through minor barriers. The primitive swords with runes however can cut through a barrier like it was nothing."
Nightwing laughed, "Man. Your world sounds interesting. Got Star Wars, Rambo and the Lord of the Rings all rolled into one." Razor had no idea what Star Wars, Rambo and Lord of the Rings were but he wasn't going to ask. He didn't even care what they were in the first place. "So how about the other civilizations?" "Primitive." "As in?" "As in swords and spears primitive. They look down on us humans so we keep our technology to ourselves. Only the dwarves have access to our technology but they pretty much like to stick to old fashion.
Nightwing held up the gun and pressed a switch. Taking his time to aim, he pulled the trigger and shot at the only wall that was barren. A stream of lightning shot out and struck the wall while at the same time a small volt electricity flew through the gun and into Nightwing's hands. Immediately he threw the gun down. "Damn. Thought I finally fixed it." he picked it back up and sat it onto the table and returned to working on it. "So who's the girl?" "What girl?" Nightwing questioned, "Oh you mean Blackfire?" "Yeah that's the one. She looks like Starfire." "They're sisters." "Explains why she was getting on my nerves." Nightwing laughed while Razor shot him a death glare.
The laughter died down as their conversation switched to a different topic. "Hey Rayz. Sorry about this morning. I shouldn't have tried to pry like that. It's just that while you were asleep…I did some thinking. We all did. Your life seems to be governed by others and one day it's going to be lost because of it. And I didn't want to see it happen." "I understand." "Well, guess I'll go. Looks like I won't be able to fix this gun. Probably have to have Cy take a look at it." He sat the gun down and put the tools where they belong before heading over toward the door.
Reaching his hand up to touch the mechanical button, Razor's voice appeared again, except, this time it held one of the greatest secrets they've been waiting for. "You've asked about my past. Guess I have to tell someone it. Raven's already figuring it out through dreams. Twice I've woken up and her mind was tapped into mine while she was asleep. Though, you can't tell anyone this. Others don't need to know about my history and it's something that I don't want repeated to others. A history I try so hard to keep repeating to others." Nightwing turned around and watched as the Dark Knight slipped off his glasses and then proceeded to do the same with his Aura Gauntlet and eyepatch. "My hand and eye are part of with the reason why I deal with the Dark Regiment so ruthlessly. If I tell you, you can't repeat what you heard to anyone else. And when we find Mark, I can handle him on my own terms." Dick nodded in agreement as he sat down to hear the story. "Let's start from when I first formed my own team. Three years ago…"
