A/N: Thanks for the advice Jay. I'll use it. Sorry it took so long for an update, I have been getting loads of homework every day and have scarcely a minuet to write.
Rain poured all around them, it was like a typhoon. Water fell in drops the size of golf balls on open ground and broken walls, it ran down the steps in a torrent and was blow into the building from all sides on all floors from a wind that they couldn't feel. It pooled in wheelbarrows and dump trucks, it collected in holes, fell into barrels, and gathered in gutters for mob mentality.
It rained like god himself was pouring it on and no intention of stopping anytime soon. The wind whipped and shoved, pushed and howled but a silent scream, it had no voice. Its only sign of existence was the pelting in the streets.
Cyborg was as drenched, as he could be, the ground where Brother Blood stood was dry, the rain was unable to caress him, to cleanse his soul, to wash his filth away.
They stood in front of one another Cyborg with a stoic glare, Blood with a devious smirk. Lighting flashed around them momentarily encasing them in light. Eleven seconds later a crack of thunder followed. Both fighters took this as their cue to begin.
Racing forward Cyborg made his opening volley a punch with his right hand. Blood caught his fist and smirked but he had fallen in the trap and found himself exploding through the next two ceilings with a left uppercut. Cyborg jumped through the holes his enemy had made and was on top of him before Blood could recover.
Blood was on his hands and knees and was kicked across the room, rolling all the way.
He got to his feet "You'll pay for that too." He said coldly He fired a blast from his palm, hitting Cyborg in the chest and sending him to the ground. This time it was Blood's turn to be vicious as he kicked the prone Cyborg in the head and then followed it up by throwing Cyborg through the last ceiling before the open air.
Blood was not quick to follow; he waltzed up the stairs.
Cyborg shook his head; it was pounding, Blood had pulled out all the stops this time. He got to his feet.
Blood was standing a few feet away from the stairs, ready to start again.
Cyborg ran at Blood full tilt, who was still standing there with a smug look on his face.
"I'm gonna wipe that smile of your face!" Cyborg threw a punch for Blood's head but it was dogged. He turned and tried to kick him but failed again. He brought up his cannon and shot it at Blood.
Blood raised his hands and caught the oncoming sonic blast. The shockwave threw up a large amount of dust and debris, but when it cleared Blood was still standing were he had been, with not a scratch on him.
"My turn." Said Blood as a large beam of red energy with a black core was sent hurtling towards Cyborg.
Cyborg had been standing in front of crane near the edge of the structure, as he dived out of the way, the energy only missing him by fractions of an inch he felt the heat coming from it, intense heat that was evaporating the rain around it as it traveled; it melted the outer layer of Cyborg's chest plate. Having missed him the beam continued on its path and struck the crew cab of the crane. A sphere of black energy encased the upper section of the crane, the diameter about 12 feet, it changed to red and then the matter in the orb could be seen, shrouded in black, being ripped to shreds at the subatomic level, proton by proton; electrons were stripped and neutrons split, then the sphere collapsed inwards and nothing remained. This had all taken place in less than one second.
'I can't be hit by that, and I can't let him walk away with a weapon like that.' Blood was standing in the same place as he was when he had fired, he was enjoying the look of shock and fear on Cyborg's face.
"You know I can't let you leave here with a power like that, Blood." Cyborg said coldly.
"Well then, you'll just have to finish this, right now…"
"If it's gotta go down like that than so-be-it." Cyborg steeled himself for the final part of the fight, he had to take Blood down, and maybe finish the job if it came to that, not something he like but he was a realist. 'There may be no way around it.'
Blood had a cool look of confidence about him, and it made Cyborg uneasy, like he'd been waiting for a chance to do this for a while now; but at this moment, that didn't matter in the slightest. He took of running directly at Blood.
He charged at Blood, both fists ready. He punched Blood in the stomach and then in the mouth, he kept up his attack not even giving his foe time to breath. He kicked Blood in the chest, sending his sprawling onto the ground, he followed that with a vicious kick to the ribs, sending Blood rolling even further; he wasn't in a rage, he hadn't lost his marbles, he just knew that this guy was going to take everything he had and then-some.
Blood was getting to his feet some yards away, Cyborg ran over, both fists clenched together and brought them down on the back of his adversaries head sending him back to the cold wet concrete, his aura still not allowing any rain to wet his person. Cyborg kicked Blood again in the ribs, earning a coughing gasp from his enemy.
Blood was lying on top of a bag of concrete, face up, Cyborg aimed his canon at what looked like a barely consciences opponent only to have him roll to the side when he fired. His beam hit the bag a massive cloud of concrete chocked the air. Cyborg's human eye could not see anything but he quickly changed his cybernetic one to the inferred spectrum.
He could see Blood, standing 15 yards away from him standing out, bright as day, through the thick cloud of concrete, which the rain was quashing quickly. He took a few steps forward, out of the cloud and shook some of the rain-mixed concrete off of him. Blood was looked unfazed by the furious set of attacks he had just undergone; he looked almost as if he had enjoyed them.
"Oh Cyborg, you will have to do much better than that if you want to see the dawn…" Blood taunted.
"I will!" Yelled Cyborg as he picked up a large piece of pipe and ran at Blood. He swung the pipe at Blood's head, making direct contact and eliciting a satisfying thud.
Cyborg nearly dropped the pipe in horror as Blood remained statuesque, not even quivering from the might blow. Cyborg struck Blood's head a second, and a third time, still getting no effect. He used the pipe on Blood's chest only to have it bend around him. He punched Blood once in the stomach and nearly broke his hand. He backed off a few steps and fired his cannon into Blood. Still he stood there, unmoving, as if waiting for his turn. Cyborg fired several more blasts and followed them up with a missile hidden in his left shoulder, but when the smoke cleared Blood was standing in the same position as before, completely unharmed.
"Are you quite finished?" Blood asked almost nonchalantly.
"…"
"I'll take that as a yes!" Blood yelled the last word as he rushed forward and punched Cyborg in the chest, sending him straight through the only remaining walls on the roof, the stairwell. Cyborg landed ten yards from the edge.
'Anyone catch the plates on that bus?' He was in a daze, his vision was slowly returning from a haze as he got to his feet. Blood was already there, behind him. Before Cyborg could even turn around he was kicked in the back and sent flying across the roof again. Getting to his feet he almost didn't dodge the red beam coming at him and was almost caught in the blast radius as the beam "ate" a large whole in the roof.
'Shit that was too close, I gotta get personal, I can't let him use it.' Was all Cyborg was thinking as he dodged shot after shot of Blood's destructive new power. He bobbed and weaved his way around the roof and many of the new skylights in it, until he was close enough to Blood and counter attacked. He leapt on to Blood and shoved his right arm cannon in his face.
"Say goodnight."
"Goodnight…" Blood said sarcastically as his hand came up through Cyborg's right arm like a finely edged sword.