Overkill Vs. Bubbleshock

Overkill had well, been over killing. He had been kill happy today. He had taken out a hero or two that he had thought were challenge worthy. Much to his dissapointment, they were not. He was all scowls now as he looked down at his latest victim. He moved before the blood of the body could seep through his shoes, a look of distaste on his face. He looked up and scanned the street before him. People had scattered when the fight began, so the street was his. With a smirk, he began to walk away from the stiffening corpse. He was looking for a nice hot shower when he got home.

Jayron Farham walked down the street. he'd been doing some community servace wark abroud, and was bored out of his wits. He often had to remind himself that this was anouther part of his way for making up for the loss of an alternative energy source. The other part was WAAAAY more exciting. Because whenever Jayron drank his father's special formula, he became Bubbleshock. The Tsar of Taser, The Sultan of Sparks and most importantly of all, London city's defender. As Jayron walked up the street, he noticed the body of someone, and a man walking away from it. Upon further inspection, he soon realised that the body belonged to anouther hero. It didn't take him long ether to realise that the man walking away had been the murderer.

Son of a bitch! Well, i know who THIS looks like a job for. But all these people. How can i...

Suddenly, he saw an empty trash can near the croud. Jay wasted no time getting inside the thing. next thing he knew, the cork was out of the beaker and he'd drunk some of the formula. Within a split second, he had turned once again into Bubbleshock. Within the next split second, he had zoomed infront of the murderer.

You murderous twat! Who do you think you are taking out crimefighters?!

Overkill cocked his head to the side as he was confronted by quite the interesting character. He was quick to gather his wits however and a charming grin was aimed at the man. "Hello good sir, I do believe you are in between me and a hot shower." He made a shooing motion with his hand. "If you wouldn;t mind moving out of my way?" He caught the guy's comment and laughed. "Half the heros around here are no better than the villains, I am doing this city a favor. Now please move out of my way." He gave a charming smile to the man.

Bubbleshock stood his ground. This guy was out of his tiny mind. No better than the villains? It wasmn't the heroes who went around causing mayhem for the world. Superheroes were far from being much like the bad guys. This guy was obviously gonna take some strong shocks to get some sence into him. Bubbleshock refused to move.

I don't give a toss for your opinions you plonker! Muder is murder. Oh, and also, I'M a hero, and I'M standing in your way! Now what are YOU going to do about it? Personally, id recommend a change of wardrobe.

Overkill raised an eyebrow at the man. He obviously didn't think a hero could be bought. Heros have fallen to corruption as much as the villains had, though many still did follow a moral code. But those heros were few and far between. "Apparently you haven't met the heros of New York." He had noted the accent of the man. "Murder is just murder in New York, no one gives a damn except for you apparantly. I have noticed that you are both a hero, and in my way. I will admit that you are quite annoying. You make remarks on my outfit, but have you seen yours?" He laughed and shook his head. "But if it's a fight you are looking for, I will not shun the challenge, I rather look forward to kicking your ass." He was arrogant, and confident, and he knew it too.

Bubbleshock smirked and got ready to charge. He created a whip from his electric bubbles and held it aloft.

By the time i'm done with you, you're gonna be feeling scatic shocks for a week. Courtesy of London's own, Bubbleshock!

And with the bubble whip in hand, the hero charged at the murderer.

Overkill raised an eyebrow at the bubble whip, a grin on his face. "Well, that's certainly kinky. Gonna tie me down and have your way with me?" He laughed and watched as the man charged at him, a wicked gleam in his eye. He charged right into the onslaught, his fist raised to slam into the face of Bubbleshock.

Bubbleshock smirked at Overkill's ignorence. If only he had ANY idea of what the bubble crafted electro whipe could do, The bubbles Bubbleshock produced were 30% soap, 70% electricity. But overkill was about to find this thing out the harrd way.

Oh, i think you'll find this whip very..hmm, whats the word? Oh yeah. SHOCKING!

A flick of the wrist, and the tasering whip was around Overkills arm.

Overkill merely chuckled. "Shocking is it? Still sounds kinky to me." He relished in the challenge presented him. He would enjoy himself. He felt the whip curl around his arm, and felt the shock of it, it only fueled his fury. He didn't stop to think about the pain, just worked through it. His fist was still aimed for Bubbleshoks's face when they collided.

The fist bounced off the protective plastic on bubbleshock's helmet. He was a little shaken by the fact his bubble whip had failed to work however.

So, you think you're all that cause you resisted the whip. Well, lets see you endure a shock from the skull down!

Bubbleshock ran behind overkill and generated a bubble brick over his head.