(Closed to Song.) (Insert Title here.)

Nightkill was partially hit by the blast, having begun to jump out of the way. But it hit his left leg, and he flew back a few feet, dodging the sword and kicks. His leg now had a small hole in it, and blood was leaking out. Nightkill winced. Damn, it actually did hurt. But he'd heal soon enough.

Nightkill sighed, still glowing slightly. "You know, this is really annoying. And I actually got scratched." he said, gesturing to the hole in his pants. "And these were expensive, good pants."

"Can we finish this up already?" Nightkill was enjoying this, watching his oppenent grow more flustered every minute and grow more and more furious...and thus more likely to screw up. It had worked on other enemies before, and this guy wasn't the essence of sanity anyway.

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(Oh shit, sorry, I completely forgot...)

He was beginning to get very pissed... In fact, he was on the verge of piercing the apex of being pissed. His enemy was merely mocking him, and his personality simply couldn't take it. "If you are so eager to die, then lets carry on then, shall we?!" Yelling rather loudly, he paused for a moment, taking some steps back. He smirked, and held out his arms away from him to his sides. His enemy wouldn't stand much of a chance against him now.

Rather quickly, his body began to grow, his body pulsating in random parts and slowly growing larger with the large pulses that made him appear buff. Bio-mass began to form over his metal form, and an alien look formed. His body was hulking, green, and had cybernetic parts - along with a arm that was a huge mass of metal with a hulking laser cannon spouting from the end. It was, apparently, the transformed version of his laser weapon.

Unable to hold his blade, he dropped it, stepping on it in the sudden rush of unjustified anger, showing just how stupid he just became. Making a mighty roar and waving his arms about, he looked to the sky, unknowing of his own idiotic actions. Beginning to slowly run in a circle, he stomped about, as if in a temper tantrum, but when noticing the lone person on the road, he stopped, and stared. He had an empty look to him, and the huge beast began to drool, the big glob of green slobber slowly edging its way to the ground. "GRAAAAAAGH!" It quickly pulled its arms up, and began to beat on its chest as hard as it could, showing its strength as the beat carried on like a drum. Apparently he was challenging him.

(No problem.)

Then a blast emitted from all of Nightkill. The glow had been a full-body energy blast that had been being charged for a long time. This made it very, very powerful. It was also blue, but this was just to psyche him out. The mind tended to believe that if someone started firing energy blasts of a different color, that made it stronger. That was bullcrap, but it was psychological bullcrap. Effective psychological bullcrap too, and now that this other being had lowered himself to an idiotic form similar to his own Doomsday, it should be more effective.

Nightkill sighed after the blast was fired super fast at the other creature. He got into a fighting stance, and reloaded his gun. Just in case.

In his idiotic form, he could not comprehend just how powerful that blast might be, so running at full speed into it, he broke through but not without some cuts and bruises, plus burn marks. He fell down, but at the speed he was going, his body kept flying towards Nightkill. Considering how big he was, his body would likely crush his enemy, killing him. The monster hollered as he slid, uncomfortable and angry.

(Sorry for the shortness)

(Not a problem.)

Then Nightkill fired his gun twice at the beast. He saw that the beast crashing into him would impact, and he couldn't avoid it in time. It would kill a normal being, but Nightkill was not a normal being. He weighed his chances. Then he extended his arms and fired an energy blast at the monster just as it hit him.

Nightkill was pretty sure an arm was broken. He had heard the sickening crack, but he ignored the jolt of pain. Pain could be worried about later, when this issue was solved. He was unsure if this thing was still going, considering how badly it had been injured. Nightkill was flat on the floor, his left arm bent at an awkward angle and bloody. He slowly got up, an uncomfortable task considering his current state. He glanced at the thing to see if it could still go on fighting.

Flying at full-force to the only living being in sight, he could feel another 3 things hit him. Two felt solid, but one felt like the attack before. They hurt like anything normal would, but they weren't as bad of attacks as the first attack. Crashing into Nightkill wasn't so bad either, as he was a much smaller object compared to himself. Their bodies pressed against each other, Monstrum could feel the bones cracking inside the other, it awkwardly smacking his back. A split second later, they went crashing through a nearby convenient store, Monstrum knocking down nearly every isle inside. Laying against the shelves, he could feel the gum-balls beneath his back. Not a pleasant feeling, but they were being crushed, just like every other thing beneath him.

The beast was in pain, but ignored it. Pain was a sign of weakness, and he didn't want to show it. The beast stood up slowly, his body shaking ever so slightly, and lifted his arms to the air. In anger, he pulled them down, smashing the ground beneath him like a wild Gorilla. Charging again at Nightkill, this time he aimed to grab him by his head and crush it, and his superior speed didn't make it too easy to dodge.

Nightkill saw Mortem coming right at him. He examined his options. He side-stepped, and stuck his foot out. It was an unusual tactic, and he hoped that that would make it tough for the cyborg to adapt. If he tripped now, then he would go flying and crash into the Mexican restaurant right behind them. That would certainly ruin the tortillas, but also hurt that strange cyborg severely.

This man would be an interesting candidate as well... SCAR could use the members at the current moment. Nightkill grinned and hummed to himself. No song, just general happy humming as he waited for the cyborg to trip.

The rushing cyborg, massive as he was in his transformed state, simply rushed right through his leg. Disregarding it as a simple stick, the cyborg didn't realize he had missed his target until he crashed through the front of the building - sending wood, table and chairs flying. Tough as he is, it would only sting a bit to run through the side of a building. However, stupid as he is, of coarse he wouldn't know where to look to find something that is missing.

Looking left and right, up and down, he could not seem to find his enemy. However, turning around and yelling in frustration, he saw him right there, inside the building still. Angry, he grabbed the nearby circular, wooden table with a white paint, and four legs, and tore it apart, throwing each part at Nightkill like a little child throwing toys to a wall. Considering how strong Monstrum was at the moment, however, it was more like a professional baseball pitcher throwing knives at a baby. It would not only hurt, but likely batter, bruise and pierce his target.

Nightkill ran away, and a hole tore in his jacket. He had moving so quickly that the rain was suddenly hitting him harder. Wait...

The beast was extremely fast. And it was raining, bordering on storming. He suddenly grinned. Oh, thank you Newton.

Let me explain this with a car. If it's raining lightly, but a car is standing still, the rain just drizzles lightly on the car. Then, when you start up the car and start going at sixty miles a hour, the rain suddenly hits the car with far more force due to the speed that the rain is now hitting it. If you go fast enough, that light drizzle can tear right through the car...

The beast was stupid, and probably didn't know physics. It was also fast. Very, very fast. But that could be used to it's disadvantage. Nightkill measured his distance from it. It would run toward him, and as it did, the rain would hit him (it was really pouring now.). At that speed, each raindrop would be as powerful, or perhaps even more so than a bullet, and there would be many, many drops. It would be like bullets falling from the sky.

Nightkill laughed, and looked at the creature. "Well, can't you fight you loser?" he asked. That idiotic thing would use it's instincts and run at Nightkill, and then the rain would rip it into pieces, or severely injure it. He laughed again. "Try to hit me!" he flipped it the bird, and charged a blast in one hand.

Just to be on the safe side.

The creature was really getting angry now, and seeing as how he missed with the table, he wanted to use himself as a weapon this time, rather than something that could easily miss. Seeing as his enemy also taunted him, he really wanted him now. Even though he could hardly understand a thing he said. He began to scream at the top of his lungs, like any huge monster would when angry. He stomped his feet as hard as he could, which put holes in the ground below and made large cracks around it.

Charging forward, he didn't pay attention to the rain. He ran as fast as he could, which wasn't a good idea. Having been already badly hurt, the acceleration speed of the rain hurt a lot more than it would have. It was like running straight into needs that at the same time flew at you, without them ever actually piercing you. Overcome with pain and damage, he once again fell forward, and began to slide the rest of the way to his target, Nightkill. He was out cold, and he began to transform back to his normal form, but not fast enough that he'd be normal before he hit what was in front of him.

Nightkill watched the unconscious body. After a few seconds, he started dragging it away into a dark alley, hearing the cop sirens. Of course those cops came when the battle was done. Why would they come when they could be hurt? When he finally took control of the world, Nightkill would be sure to have cops that actually responded to problems on time. What the hell was the point of police if they didn't participate in anything that might hurt them? Idiocy to keep them funded.

He then stowed the cyborg into a car, injected him with some anesthetic, and then drove to the airport, bypassing security. Because rich people don't have to worry about that sort of shit. When they arrived in New York, the cyborg would find himself strapped down by titanium in a hospital bed, still quite exhausted, and Nightkill reading Animal Farm on a chair next to him.

Mortem slowly woke up. It wouldn't be a while until he was actually aware of his surroundings. Shaking his head, all he could see was a white blur. The yellow light slightly blinded him. As his vision began to return, he knew where he was. A hospital. Pulling his arms up to try to escape, his arms bounced back, being restrained by titanium. Where am I? How did I get here? What the hell is going on? Those were among the thoughts he had, as confused as he was.

Looking to his sides, on the right he could see the usual hospital stuff - a fake plant, a nice tall one, and a chair. Some decorations on the walls. To his other side, he saw a surprising site - Nightkill, who he fought. A rush of anger ran through Mortem, and he began to pull his arms up, his fist clenched, despite knowing he can't get out. He nearly yelled at him, with slight discomfort due to his earlier beating, "What the hell did you do?!"

Nightkill put down the book. "Quite a good one." he noted. "Snowball is portrayed far too lightly though, the real Trotsky was just as ruthless as Stalin, though not as paranoid and pointlessly cruel." He then looked at Mortem. "Now, as for your question. You're here because I completely destroyed you, and instead of deciding to kill you I decided it would suit me better to fix you up, and then give you a job offer. Are you willing to listen?"

He lay back in his chair, bored. If the cyborg refused, he would die. Very simple. Nightkill couldn't afford people who could be threats in the future. And he knew this one hated his guts, so that would keep him on his toes.

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