Superhero Anarchy

The first thing that Duane thought when he saw Slash was, excellent. The first member of TMX to cripple, and that was definately his intent. If this was a wrestling match. The looser would be going home in a stretcher thats just the scematics of it all. The looser was definately going to be regretting this encounter, and the victor would have a swelling level of pride.

On one hand, we had Kindred, he had one intent, and that was to kick Slash\'s ass to move onto the next worthless member of TMX, that \'heroic\' group. They were nothing but a bunch of pantywastes in the eyes of Duane Ban Dua Duane was one of the worlds deadliest mercenaries, and he had to deal with a punk in spiked football armour with a giant sword? Get bent, thats what Duane had to think of that.

He really wanted to paralyze Slash, then kill him. Bury his dead body, then eat a huge meal to proceed with taking a giant shit on Slash\'s grave. Thats what Duane\'s opinon was. His friends, Jennifer McNaulty, Rayvin Mitchells, Kevin Yates, and James Cain, They were all his friends, Even Vincent was growing on Duane and they were in need of a savior for the day.

And on the other hand, we had Slash, the hot tempered bruizer of Team Mutant X. He was told by Deftain that Kindred had murdered Vintage in cold blood. Which in all reality, was the furthest from the truth. But Slash was in no position to complain. He had Duane right in his crosshairs, and with his big sword, he wanted to cut Mr. Bannts right clean in half.

Slash really wanted to just cut Duane into little bitty pieces, then throw those peices into a blender, blend those peices into a find paste, put that paste into a baggie, and launch that baggie off the Empire State Building. In other words, he wanted Duane, D-E-A-D. Translation: Dead. Dead as a deer hitting the front grill of a Dodge Ram pickup.

\"You killed Vintage, and for that, you\'re death will be fufilled by me!\" Slash screamed at Duane as he drew his sword from his back.

Duane just smirked a bit, cracking his knuckles, He was going to kick the shit out of Slashd hed he was going to enjoy every second of it. \"Slash, I didn\'t kill Vintage, but that wont stop me from beating the piss out of you. Just to teach you a lesson for being such a fuckhead.\"

Slash groaned as he charged at Duane, a mighty scream escaping his mouth as he slashed at Duane, Duane stepped to the side. Slash\'s sword got stuck in the road he swung so hard. D ste stepped at Slash and punched him right in the side of the face, a steady right hand.

Slash lost grip of his sword and stumbled a step to the side. Slash shook his head and walked at Duane, connecting with a thunderous kick to Duane\'s stomache. And he continued, clenching his hands together and hammering him in the back. Duane fell to the ground with a thud, wincing as he fell unwillingly to the ground.

Slash kept on the offensive, swinging a mighty foot into Duane\'s side, causing Duane to flip onto his back, coughing as the kick took the wind right out of him. Slash went back to prying out his sword from the ground, with a mighty pull, he freed his sword from its cement prison. He then went to swing again at Duane.

Duane rolled out of the way and forced himself from his feet. Those quick attacks from a much fresher and rested Slash were very taxing on Duane\'s condition. Duane chuckled \"You\'re gonna have to be a bit faster than that Slasher, A pun punches and some kicks isnt going to avenge Vintage\'s death. Old fuck had it coming...\"

Slash glared at Duane, charging again, he swung his sword, like a baseball bat at Duane, Duane ducked and rolled under the blade. Slash stopped. \"Quit....\" turned around and swung the opposite side at Duane, the blunt side of the blade cracked Duane in the back of the skull as he was slowly getting to his feet. \"Moving!\"

Duane smacked into the ground again, he was sure he got a concussion from that, and he was even more certain that the back of his head was bleeding. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, but not soon enough to dodge the fist flying right at his face.

Slash punched Duane right in the face with amazing velocity. As Duane staggered away, Slash followed, crouching beside Duane and picking him up from the ground. \"You killed Vintage!\" He gave him a fierce headbut, and then stood up, Duane held the top of his head. \"Now Im going to kill you Duane.\" Slash said as he went over to grab his sword. He lugged it back over to Duane, with a sinister smirk on his face.

\"This, to end the most wretched of scum on thi- UGH...\" The sudden rush of air to escape his lungs as Duane\'s knee suddenly and fiercely collided with the nether-regions of Slash, Slash\'s knees buckled, he dropped his blade and Duane cought it before it landed blade-side ontop of him. He picked it up and threw it as far away as he could. Slash fell over to his side, wincing, clutching his boys as it was.

Duane slowly got up, dusted his hands off. \"Now listen here you little shit.\" Duane grabbed a gun and decided to even the score a bit, shooting him in one leg, right in the foot. \"You wanna call me a wretched scum? thats okay, Im not going to disagree.\" Slash let out a slight wince of pain as the bullet wretched through his foot.

\"Now Slash, you\'re one of those TMX fucks, the kind of fucks that I dont feel like dealing with. So right now, im gonna give you a chance to stuff that sword into that little thong you wear, and take your ass home with a shrivel of dignity, how\'s that sound?\" Duane barked as he smirked, shooting Slash\'s other foot with some sort of cryptic fasciation.

Slash cursed as he shot his other food, he\'d have a fun time trying to walk now. \"Fuck... you...\" Slash went to push himself up.

Duane just lightly shook his head. \"You know, Slashy ol\' buddy, thats the wrong answer.\" This time Duane kicked Slash in the gut, and pointed the bullet to his head. \"You know, it\'d be too easy to just fucking kill you right now.\"

Slash spit out in pain. \"Fucking do it, I dare you!\"

Duane chuckled, and shot him right in the left thigh. \"Just keep talking jackass.\"

Slash forced up a kick. Duane cartwheeled out of the way, Slash forced himself upto his feet, nearly collapsing the second he got to his feet. Duane smirked. \"You\'re more resilliant than I give you credit for, should I be honoring your bravery, or should I just fucking kill you?\" Duane smirked, shoothing him in the right thigh, Slash immediately fell to his knees. Duane ran up and aimed a kick right for his head.

Slash grabbed Duanes foot. \"Ever heard of acting. Your bullets didnt even penetrate my armour, idiot!\" He pulled him down and punched him right in the face. Pulling the flattened bullets out of his armour, he dropped them all on a downed Duane. Slash laughed maniacly. Punching Duane in the face again, he crouched aside him. \"You\'re pathetic, your ego is your weakness. You\'re just delaying your death with that aimless bravado of yours.\"

Duane spat at Slash. \"You fucking dick, You\'re all talk.\" Duane grabbed slash and punched him in the face, sat up and forced himself to a stand. He stumbled a bit, the pounding headache and distorted senses would definately hinder his performance. \"Slash, you\'re full of shit.\" he said picking him up, and punching him to the ground again. \"And im the plunger thats going to fix you.\"

Duane kicked Slash right in the face, he knew any body attacks really wouldnt have any effect, because his armour would defintately soak most of any physical impact that Duane intended on having. \"Theres only room for one overconfident bruiser in this world.\" He continuged, stomping on Slash. \"And thats me!\" he shrugged... \"Just dont tell Rage about this little argument. He\'d have us both b ten ten-fold.\"

Slash spit out some blood. \"Duane, you ... will.. never stop ME!\" He flung up and tackled Duane to the ground, ramming his head into the road as he crushed overtop of him. Duane\'s skull smacked the pavement and he was slowly pondering with unconciousness. Slash gave a grab of one of Duane ankles, he began spinning him around in circles. Slowly hellicoptering him. Slash released him and Duane flew, slamming into a brick wall, and falling into the sidewalk.

Slash followed stalking towards Duane. \"Haha, you\'re such a cocky bastard Duane. If I had a nickle for every sad sap like you that i\'ve crippled. I\'d be a millionaire!\"

Duane forced himself upto a crouched position, leaning on the wall to keep him upright. His vision was blurred. But he had enough together to know that it was Slash, he didnt need a rocket scientist and a pair of beer goggles to figure that one out. \"If... If I had a bullet for every time I killed a fuck like you.. \" He could barely put together a sentence.

Slash chuckled and charged at Duane, laying a heavy shoulder into him, bowling them both through the wall. Duane winced as his body crushed its way though the brick wall.

Slash picked up Duane and punched him in the face. Duane was bloody and battered as is, he was still resillient, and forcing himself to go on. He had to distance himself, to rest up, but Slash wasn\'t giving him any breathing room.

Duane was picked up and then thrown back out of the building. Duane still on his feet as he was more pushed than thrown, he stumbled onto the street, fell onto his knees in a crawling position. He was so weak, so frail, he needed a boost. Running on reserves, he\'d never win this fight. He was barely hurting Slash.

And he was still coming after Duane, Slash had blood lust on the mind. He wanted to maim Duane, skin him like a deer. Duane was barely crawling away, he needed to draw a gun, he could barely muster the energy to do that. Duane went to grab a gun and just fell onto his back, rolling over effectively.

Slash walked upto Duane and picked him, a devilish glint in his eyes. \"I want you to see the look in my eyes before I end your pitiful life. You\'re worthless Duane, you always were worthless, and you always will be.\"

These words echoed in Duane\'s head, the rage in Slash\'s eyes reminded him of his fathers eyes, and the words Slash barked at Duane were like a carbon copy out of his fathers mouth, like a bad nightmare he never wanted to relive. \"I am not worthless!\"

This almost stunned Slash, the way Duane said it.. and the look on Duanes face, then Duane\'s fist flying at his own face before Slash could react was all too much to absorb. Slash stumbled back as Duane raged onwards.

\"My father never tht I t I was good enough, HE WAS WRONG!\" It bit a nerve in Duane, it was like he was seeing his father instead of Slash, and this rejuvinated him, he persued after him, punched him again. Slash stumbled to the side. Duane crept after him. \"I always did my best for him, I always did what I was told, Just because I didnt want to be a cop, he just spit it back at me!\"

Slash was just wondering where it all went wrong. Slash dove at Duane, but Duane grabbed his arm anssedssed him over. It was like Duane was in a zone and Slash couldnt shake him. He saw it, off in the distance, 30 feet away, his sword, he stumbled away from Duane.

Duane wasnt going to have any of this. He groaned. \"And Im going to make a point through you. Im not worthless!!\" Duane ran at Slash, who was really obsessed with getting his sword back. Duane grabbed him and fell to the ground, thrusting slashes face into the cement. He rolled Slash over and one after another layed rights and lefts into him. \"Why... wouldnt... he... ever... accept... me!\"

Slash\'s face was bloody, broken, Slash was done, Duane kept punching until he heard a crack, he was certain that crack was a knuckle, or his hand. He floored Slash\'s face with his fist. And fought back the tears, his fathers disaproval was something that lingered in Duanes subconcious for so long, it just surged out. Duane looked to Slash, he was unconcious he cracked his knuckles, then his neck. \"Another day, Slash... I have friends to save.\"

He stood up, stumbled to his bike and then once he got on, he fumbled to start it up, nearly dropping the keys. He reved his engine before speeding off.