Grievous snarled as he walked towards his adversary. "How dare you show your face at me again, human." He shouted. Otto frowned.
"Hey, I think I should be saying the same to you!" he shot back. "I mean, after all, you did fight us after destroying half of the Bugle building, then you nearly killed Spider-Man, and now you're attacking Harry Osbourne?" He folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow. "I think somebody has anger issues."
Grievous growled again. "You do not talk back to me, Earthling." He snapped, pointing a finger. "You do not know who I am nor what I have done. I have assassinated dozens of Jedi Knights with ease," He lowered his reptilian eyebrows. "And I gladly do the same to anyone who stands in my way." Octavius grinned.
"Not anymore."
A metal tentacle shot out at Grievous as Otto began his attack. The general ducked down at the last second and kicked the doctor in the groin. Otto got sent back in excruciating pain, but with the help of his arms he got back up and began to fight again. He got this close to being a hero and earning his people's trust. He wasn't about to give up now.
Grievous pulled out one of his lightsabors and leaped in the air, then sliced down and struck Octavius's arms hard. Cringing in pain, Otto grabbed onto the general's robe and swung him into the air, high above all the buildings in New York (they were still fighting on Harry's balcony).
Grievous looked down on the rooftops as he began to fall. He spotted a more suitable fighting location in the corner of his eye. It was long, quite wide, and seemed to be sturdy enough to hold two such amazing fighters.
The Brooklyn Bridge
He landed hard on the concrete, causing a small tremor on impact, and ran in the direction of the long arenaOtto starred at his opponent run and growled.
"You won't get away so easy, cretin!" he cried out, but the cyborg continued running, causing screams of terror to pop up all over the city. Octavius needed to stop him before he got out of sight. He began scaling the side of the wall of the Oscorp building and ran as fast as he could to catch up to his enemy.
The general was much swifter than the doctor and made it back to the bridge before he could. Hundreds of New York citizens stood in the streets in fear. The dark lord was standing in the pouring rain, robe tattered and torn, blowing in the wind. Lightning revealed his skull-covered face to the crowd, who screamed at the very sight of it.
Grievous smiled. It had been some time since he had had any fun. He looked over his shoulder briefly.
'It will be some time before that tentacled foe shows up. Why not play some tricks on these scared humans?'
He slowly walked over to the cars and lifted up his robotic hand. There was a sickly silence that covered the bridge as seconds passed. After about half a minute, people began coming out of their cars. One man came particularly close and whispered, "What is that thing…?"
Grievous blinked and lifted his arm, bringing a distant car up with it. The crowd shrieked with terror that pleased Grievous, who slammed the car down on the nearby man. A crunch of bone and a shatter of cement caused the crowd to go into an uproarious panic. People ran this way and that, desperate to escape from this bridge.
"CYBORG!"
The bridge fell silent again as Grievous shot his head around. Octavius stood there, arms menacingly waving in the rain. Panic took over the citizens of New York again, for nobody enjoyed the return of an old villain. Otto ran in the general's direction and slapped him hard with a tentacle. Grievous flew into the side of a large bus, denting it severely. Octavius ran over and picked up the fallen Sith lord, throwing him into the air again.
Grievous found his chance to strike, however, and kicked the doctor hard in the temple. If not for the additional life support of his arms, Otto would've been done for right then and there (of course, that would make for a lousy story).
Grievous then attempted to punch his enemy, who dodged at nearly the last second and countered with a punch of his own. The two were now fighting fiercely, seemingly evenly matched. Grievous could kick Octavius as hard as he could, but that didn't mean that Otto wouldn't strike back with a lash of his arms.
The general grew tired of this pointless battle and decided to make it more interesting. He quickly ran from the doctor and, using the almighty Force, picked up the smashed bus he collided with. Octavius's eyes grew wide as the bus began to slam down on top of him. Quick as a flash, the arms ripped the bus in half, keeping the doctor safe from most of the harm.
Pieces of shattered glass and twisted metal rained from the sky as Doc Ock began a little juggling act of his own. He picked up two nearby taxis with effortless ease and threw one at Grievous. The dark cyborg had little time to react, but drew two lightsabors and sliced the taxi in half (whilst it was in midair). The other taxi came hurling at him only milliseconds later, but Grievous only used the Force to toss it aside like a toy.
Octavius snarled as he ran towards the general and attacked again. Grievous evaded his attacks, which gave him enough time to draw his lightsabors. Once they engaged in battle again, thousands of brilliant flashes sparked out of their melee as lightsabors collided with antemantium tentacles.
Otto tripped the general with one of his arms, giving him his chance to strike. With all four of his arms he grabbed Grievous's four lightsabor-holding arms, leaving his legs kicking and flailing in the air. Doc Ock smiled. The cyborg was defenseless and he had won. All he needed to do was…
Octavius gasped. He began feeling so light all of a sudden, as if gravity just gave up on him. He felt his feet slipping off the pavement and into the air. He stared, fear in his eyes, at Grievous, who was smiling behind his helmet. The doctor released him as his arms tried to keep him down on the ground. But Grievous knew that wasn't possible. He was keeping him in the air, using the Force. Within the few seconds his enemy was in the air, he began to feel very appreciative of the long and rigorous training his Master Sidious had taught him.
His thoughts were short lived, however, for a tentacle found a weak spot in the general's mind and broke through the Force-field, punching Grievous hard and sending him flying into a nearby pole. The Sith lord tried to hang on to the pole, but gravity took over his heavy metal exoskeleton and he fell from the bridge into the dark, murky waters.
Otto stared into the ocean with curiosity. Then, moments later, he smiled with triumph.
"I did it!" he whispered to himself happily. "I finally defeated that…alien."
'He is not dead…'
Dr. Octopus shot a look at his arm in disbelief. "How can you say that? He fell from such a great distance…nobody could've survived that fall!"
'You underestimate him…' the arm responded. 'He is a life form from another dimension. He is capable of anything…'
Otto frowned. He knew his Smart Arm was right. He removed his tinted sunglasses to get a better view of the suspension bridge cables, keeping careful eye out for anything crawling up.
Nothing. For about five minutes they stood there, completely silent, awaiting the alien-cyborg to rise out of the waters. But, for five whole minutes, they saw and heard…nothing.
Scared, worried, and some injured people began walking out of their cars to cheer Dr. Octopus's victory. Otto growled.
"Shut up!" he cried to them, making them jump a slight bit. "I need to hear!"
'Master…!'
Octavius looked up suddenly and saw an oncoming lightsabor close in on his face. Otto inhaled quickly and held his arms up over his face. A strange sound of pure energy colliding with metal filled his ears. The general was back.
No, this isn't the end. There is still much more to this battle. Octavius vs Grievous will continue after I update some of my other stories. Until then, PLEASE respond to this fight scene. I need responses to see which parts to change and which to keep. Thank you for reading and STAY TUNED!
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