Skyton was rubbing a sore chest when he began to hear Nightwing's jaunty whistling down the hall again. Raven shuttered and blinked back what Skyton thought might have been a tear. He did a double take when he noticed her garments were red. Her eyes remained their perpetual violet and they glanced at him every so often. Had it been another life, or even just another time, he might have reflected on how lucky he was to have her, and how desperately he wanted to do thing with her that couldn't be put on TV, at least not during the day. Raven's hands were clenched, the sun was coming up and Skyton knew that it would be time to face Nightwing. How he planned on dealing was another story entirely, a short one. He had no idea. Raven was more likely to know how to deal with him. It wouldn't just be a matter of killing him. Raven could do that all to easily.
Skyton imagined she wanted to attempt to save him from himself. If it were possible. Skyton stood up and stretched, pulling every muscle he had in four directions. Without warning, his shirt tore into three pieces and two brilliant white feathered wings burst from his back. He blinked and stared behind him eying the massive appendages he had mysteriously acquired. Raven curiously glanced over her shoulder, half to avoid looking at his bare torso, half to see if she had her own. She couldn't feel anything behind her so she did exactly as Skyton did. She had indeed her on but it became awkward when she began to stretch them and almost tore her own shirt, almost.
Skyton, with other things on his mind, folded his wings up, feeling very much like a large cumbersome duck, and put on what he could of his tattered shirt. It was at this point that Nightwing entered the room and made a self note to kill his victims more thoroughly.
His joy at seeing Raven was no less than overwhelming and he would have run over to hug her but she was in pain, she wanted something from him and it was one of those things he figured he probably couldn't give her.
She began to speak, but Nightwing already knew he didn't want to listen. The others had undoubtedly gotten her to think like them. She would listen to him so he shut her out to.
Raven saw Nightwing's lip twitch in anger and she closed he mouth watching him. Skyton was beyond anger. He was beyond self control too. He didn't have to wait long before Nightwing jumped for Raven, his staff in hand. Raven lifted her hand and began to throw up a shield but nothing came and she caught the staff by accident, injuring her hand. Skyton reached for his saber but found a silver bow staff in it's place.
Thinking quickly, Skyton used it to throw at Nightwing who then caught it and used his own to swing at Skyton. Skyton flew backward knocking into a wall. He stood and then spread his wings leaning forward and taking flight. Nightwing was coming for him when Skyton realized this battle was futile. Diving towards Raven and grabbing her by the middle he flew from the tower and out of a broken window.
"They say a madman has the strength of ten!" Nightwing called.
Skyton hovered in air and turned putting raven down on the top of the building. His eyes glowed deep red. He flew down next to Nightwing and whispered into his ear, "I know, you've just met one."
Skyton raised his fist behind his head and brought it down.
