"On your left!" SWIZCH!

"Stay still motherfucker- shit!" The Lord of Bones shouted in anger as he tried to bludgeon Daltharal with his arm-turned-mace of hardened bone spikes. The Spider only warped away in a blinding flash of light, disorienting the villain as a side effect.

He reappeared above the last mook still standing and unbound. A solid kick to the head and the ganger was out cold and he used the falling body as a springboard as he leaped away, a shot of binding filaments wrapping around him tight. He won't be getting up any time soon. He had to twist mid-air with the help of micro-thrusters to dodge a smattering of bone spikes launched at him by the villain.

He landed on a tight grouping of bone spikes jutting from a Teeth ganger's corpse, the vain villain having no qualms on desecrating the bodies of the dead, allies or no. From there he surveyed the place of battle for a brief moment.

All the Teeth elite gangers have been knocked out or futilely writhing in their binds all around the bullet ridden street. Bones litter the place, jutting from impact zones on walls, asphalt or somewhere past shattered windows. From the corpses of team-killed Teeth from the previous engagement, the Bone Lord (much shorter) used his power to manipulate the bones, forcing spikes to jut out at speeds to try and skewer him whenever he neared one. The villain himself was fuming, heaving large gasps from the no doubt strenuous and frustrating battle he had been fighting.

For Daltharal? He was disappointed. It was fun throwing taunts and mocking the downgraded Marquis-like cape but it got old quick when the corpses started turning into grisly porcupines. The man himself fought like a particularly quick street fighter, experience showing even if he kept on telegraphing his swings and kicks that went nowhere close to the Exarch almost dancing just within reach, the villain's temper fraying further with every attack evaded.

"I'LL CRUSH YOU! FOCKIN' JUMPY COWARD! STAND STILL AND DIE!"

Thunk!

"Well? I obliged you." Daltharal spoke menacingly, now deigning to stand still and let the arm of bone spikes slam

onto his orange chestplate. Not a dent was made, no scratches appeared and the Exarch was forced back only one step.

"So much for the man who means to dethrone the Marquis." The bone white helmet glared at the now hesitant cape, who backed up and looked alarmed at the way some of his bone spikes were cracked.

SWIZCH!

"Argh!"

Again he was blinded by the flash of light as Daltharal warped away. The Bone Lord instinctively swung his bone arm behind him, expecting the other cape to reappear there but to his surprise he wasn't there.

SWIZCH!

"What the-oof!"

Now he was, reappearing again right in front of him now where he first expected the teleporting cape to appear. But Daltharal delayed his appearance this time, to better surprise his foe as he drop kicked the villain.

The Bone Lord was sent rolling backwards but he rose again quickly, which only made it easier for the Exarch to launch a combo of fast jabs to his torso, stance-disrupting kicks sent to the cape's legs to keep him off balance as the Bone Lord tried desperately to block with the increasingly damaged bone arm, the armour of bones having been ground down to uselessness throughout the fight.

A hard and fast punch that cracked his mask had the panicked and now disoriented Bone Lord resort to desperate measures, the resulting agony ignored as, with a scream he let burst more spikes from several parts of his body. Faster than an eyeblink, hardened bone spikes sprouted from his right arm, legs and especially his chest, blood bursting out in epic amounts as he screamed and screamed in anger and agony. Daltharal had to dart back quickly, the surprise making him a bit more cautious than before.

It was well he did, for not a second went by before the villain launched the spikes all around his body, the bones impaling themselves onto the buildings and street

between which the two have fought. A street lamp was bisected, cars were ruined further, doors and windows were shattered and the concrete walls and asphalt street was cracked and cratered with the force the bones were launched with.

By the end the villain was left alone, panting with the exertion that final move cost him. He was on his hands and knees, blood running down the quickly sealed gaps on exposed flesh as he struggled to remain upright, eyes darting around to look for the bright orange menace that he faced tonight.

"Did... hah... did he run?" He muttered with hope.

"Hah... cause if- if he did... hah... then fuck yeah."

Then there was a muffled thud from between his legs. He froze in shock, the pain yet to register in his mind but when it hit, he went down squealing. Forcing bones through flesh may be agony but it pales to having his balls subjected to a crushing blow, and it is not stopping soon.

He squirmed and twitched on the ground, mind left blank by the immense pain as he grabbed onto his crotch. Two orange boots stepped out in front of his head, and as he looked up he beheld the absolute monster glaring down on him, before the cale raised a foot and sent him to oblivion.

Daltharal stared down at the unconscious villain, playing back the whole battle in his mind as he evaluated his performance. He nodded.

"I did very well tonight." He decided. He looked at the mooks he bound earlier, seeing them still squirming in their filament cocoons that had bone spikes littered around at the base, where they landed after bouncing off.

"Ha ha! Wait until the others hear of this!" He grinned behind his mask, rubbing his hands together as he thought up the epic tale he would regale his friends later.

A voice and a hand clamping onto his bicep from behind quickly sunk his cheery mood.

"No need to wait. You can explain yourself now."

Ahaaa... "In my defence, I was preoccupied." Daltharal tried.

Edward was having none of that.

"Our comms are thought activated for a reason!"