"You'll die tonight, eight-limbed creature!" Grievous shouted as he kicked Otto hard in the stomach again. Octavius flew a few feet but his arms kept him upright. They fought with so much anger, so much determination. The people of the city were observing the battle with great interest and curiosity. They were two creatures that shouldn't exist in our world, duking it out on one of the greatest landmarks in their city. It was truly a sight to see.
They soon figured out, however, that being this close to a clash of the titans was very dangerous. Octavius threw his adversary into the air, causing him to collapse on top of the large crowd. Screams of terror filled the air as Grievous stood up, exoskeleton now tinted with human blood, and spun his lightsabors around, killing anyone within blade distance.
Doc Ock needed to help those people, and the best way would be to get the cyborg away from them. He ran as fast as he could and picked up the creature, throwing him once again into a suspension cable.
Grievous began climbing the cable in hopes that the doctor would follow him. Otto growled as the creature began to climb.
"You're not getting away from me that easily this time!" he cried as he followed close behind. Grievous smiled from behind his mask. He knew that if the man with robot arms fell from this height into the waters, there would be no chance of survival. He continued climbing until he reached the very top of the bridge.
Once Doc Ock made it t the top, gasping for breath, one of his arms stretched out. "Now, listen to me," he started, still breathing heavily. "Why is it that you want to destroy me?"
Grievous chuckled darkly and coarsely. "You are one with the light, creature, and I am one with the dark. It is impossible for those two to be one."
Otto raised an eyebrow, then lowered them and snarled. "That's the stupidest reason I've ever heard!" he cried. "Revenge is an okay reason, and even if you wanted avenge someone. But killing me just for the sake of being evil? That's insane!"
Grievous frowned. "Think what you wish, Earth creature!" He raised his weapons. "I will kill you anyways."
He jumped forward and struck, only to be countered by his opponent's antemantium tentacles. He cringed.
'This won't do,' he thought. 'His tentacles are undestroyable. I must find his weakness.' He jumped high in the air and attempted to slice his enemy's head off, but two robo-claws prevented him from doing that. Crying out with frustration, Grievous put one lightsabor away and Force-pushed Octavius. The doctor was prepared for this, for his opponent had done this plenty of times before. He clamped his claws down on the steel beneath him and smiled, staying in place.
"You're so predictable." He smirked. The cyborg growled and cried out again, slashing and hacking with his mighty blades. Sweat poured from Otto's face like rain as he used all the power he could muster to deflect the lightsabors.
'How am I supposed to do this?' he asked himself. 'I'm spending all my time deflecting his attacks I can't possibly attack him myself.'
'You must distract him…'
'Create a diversion…'
'We will fight him off as much as we can. You will deliver the final blow…'
'We must work together. That is something this creature lacks…'
Otto smiled, somewhat touched, as he tried to think of a way to distract the robot. "So, who are you anyways?" he finally asked in the midst of melee.
"My name is…of no importance, Earth creature!" he growled, then jumped up into the air and landed on the top of a pole. "Who are you, may I ask?"
Otto smirked. "Why should I tell you my name when you won't tell me yours?" he asked.
"I always make a point of knowing who it is I kill…" Grievous chuckled darkly. Otto grinned as well.
"So do I."
He leaped into the air and sent a tentacle to pierce through the alien, who managed to jump out of the way at the nick of time. The arm ended up only breaking through the steel pole, then joined the rest of its brothers in fighting the monster.
The fight seemed to last hours, one pointless slash of a lightsabor after another. Grievous was growing tired, especially just having fought Spider-Man and the Green Goblin. He narrowed his eyes through the sockets.
'This battle has gone on long enough.'
He jumped up and kicked Otto hard, then sliced a lightsabor hard on the ground in an attempt to finish him off. He missed. Grievous cursed and kicked Doc Ock again. The doctor was getting creamed. He needed to fire the first punch. So he threw grievous up in the air…again…and instead of simply letting him fall, he grabbed onto him and slammed him down into the ground, breaking a hole in the bridge.
Grievous nearly fell into the depths once again, but managed to cling onto the bottom of the bridge with his Raptor Claws. Filled with rage, Octavius ran around and began climbing to the bottom of the bridge as well. Hanging upside down, with only his tentacles keeping him up, he approached the cyborg with fire in his eyes. This needed to end now.
Grievous was hanging upside down, as well, but he was still perfectly in tune with his senses and whipped the lightsabors around violently. Otto reached one of his claws into the array of colors and crashed him through the top of the bridge again. Grievous landed with a 'thud' on the top of the bridge again and shook his head, which began to hurt a lot. Otto climbed through the hole Grievous's body had made and reached out again.
His tentacle grabbed the alien's neck, choking him. Grievous wasn't going down without a fight, however, and stuck his robotic hand out. Octavius grabbed his neck in pain. The Sith lord was using the Force choke on him.
Otto increased the strength on his grip, which only caused Grievous to do the same. Sparks flew from Grievous's neck and blood trickled down the doctors.
'You cannot take this…' an arm said to him.
'You must release him so he does the same to you…'
Octavius lowered his eyebrows and threw Grievous farther and harder than he had ever done before. The robot crashed into another pole, this time making a huge dent in it, even cracking it a little bit.
Otto grabbed his neck again and rubbed it for comfort. He removed his cracked sunglasses so he could see better in the darkness of the night and ran towards Grievous. He wasn't going to let that thing win.
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