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Post by Marcus Cole on Feb 16, 2016 23:06:25 GMT -5
First rule of Fight Club: You do not talk about Fight Club. And if Dick Grayson was going to have much of a say in it, his enemy wouldn't be talking by the time he was through with him. After all, the Nobody named Freud wasn't going to stand much of a chance against the one and only Nightwing. The super hero stood in the hexagon as crowds cheered around him. Freud would be meeting him there any minute now. He was ready.
Freud chuckled as he walked through the crowed of people around the ring. He had been invited to fight for some odd reason. All of these folks had decided that seeing him fight would be a better use of his time than conducting research. He disagreed and they would all pay for it. As he made his way to the cage he stumbled down and fell to the floor his palms touching the ground. In a flash light shined from the ground turning it all into metal.
Then the sounds of screams came out as the metal floor outside of the cage started to spike up killing the onlookers. Spikes impaled everything and everyone out side of the cage except for Freud. Soon there was silence, raising up he looked at the man in the cage. “Stay in your safe cage little bird.” The man, who's name he didn't know would see outside of his cage was a jumbled mess of metal spikes and body parts all around.
Post by Marcus Cole on Mar 3, 2016 23:18:50 GMT -5
Nightwing wasn't happy with Freud's opening move. Slaughtering the whole audience like that wasn't cool, he someone needed to put that alchemist down before he took more lives. While Freud was still on the floor, Nightwing through a small item at the floor just a few feet from Freud. The odds were that he would create a steel pillar near him to block the projectile, but regardless, Nightwing's objective would be accomplished. Smoke would erupt from the object, engulfing the alchemist. Immediately afterward, Dick pointed the grapple gun that he had drawn while throwing the projectile at the metal pipes above the cage, using it to pull himself up nearly all the way. He hung from the gun's rope with his left hand after descending. The smoke would begin to clear from this point, and Nightwing would be able to identify Freud's dark figure before the man could locate him hanging from above. He would then throw two wing-dings at the man, targeting his torso. A direct hit could impale a significant organ, so Freud was in danger.
While still on the floor he had noticed that the man in the cage decided to go against his words and tried to attack him, with a rather lack luster attack. Something very small had been thrown to him, he laughed as the room begain to fill with smoke from what seemed to be a smoke pellet. This was a distraction, how boring he thought as he used his alchemy on the metal once again. This time however instead of using it to kill random bystanders he used it to wrap the metal around his body like a suit of iron. As the smoke cleared he heard two clanks against his new iron wrapping. It seemed as if the young man had decided to throw something at him. “Little bird your claws won't help you here.”
There he saw the man holding onto a rope attached to something above. “How cute the little bird has a perch.” Reaching his arms out he touched the two large metal spikes behind him, alchemy once more was used on them, to fire them at where the man was hanging from. “Lets see if you can fly then little bird.