Darklight detected the silver superhuman, who went by the name of Chromium. He was hanging back, as if unsure of Darklight. This was all Void's fault! His friends hated and despised him now, and they treated him like an unpredictable animal. He would show them...Darklight blasted across the sky like a shining meteor, doing his best to track Void. Where had that overgrown pile of goo vanished to this time?
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Void stayed motionless, watching silently as Darklight passed over head. The shadows had concealed him completely. He breathed a sigh of relief. And then he felt something, a tickling in his mind. He was used to the feling after his years of having his powers, but this was a new one, and unknown as well. He felt a stream of emotions flowing into his mind, the foremost of which was the thrill of hunting, and nervousness. Odd. He felt the presence slowly grow closer. They were stalking HIM! Telepaths; he couldn't stand them. With a snarl, he shadowstepped away, reappearing in a narrow alleyway...facing the furious form of Darklight.
"I knew you would show up here eventually. You always did, back in the day, when neither of us were....gifted."
"Aw, did I hurt your feelings? Did you not want the world to know your deepest secrets? Think of it as payback, 'hero'."
Darklight screamed in fury, adn unleashed a blinding salvo of light-bolts. Void vanished into the shadows, and came up behind Darklight, his many tendrils snaking around his limbs, cutting deep into the flesh, unprotected by Darklight's absent costume. He flared his light-shield, forcing Void to back away in a screech. Void decided that close range was not beneficial, so he resorted to his oldest powers. He summoned the darkness within him, and forged a set of medieval armour around his body, spikes and flares abound. In his hand appeared a sowrd built of shadow, and his other arm morphed to resemble a shield of darkness.
Darklight smirked, and mimicked his move; in his own way. His force field went up, and a blade of light shimmered into existence, one held in either hand. With a scream of primal fury, he rushed at Void, both blades swinging wildly in radiant arcs of light.
Void caught the blows on his shield-arm, ignoring the pain, and struck back with his shadow-forged sword. And so it went on. Attack and retaliation, neither gaining an advantage at first, both powers at an even level. Until Darklight sent a bolt of light from his fingertip, tripping Void. Then he pounced. One sword changed to a hammer of light, and with both tools, he battered away at the helpless Void. He could not shadowstep away, Darklight's aura banished the shadows from their immediate vicinity. He tried to rise; defend himself, but failed, and fell to the merciless blows from Darklight's weapons. The hero wielded these tools with a grim satisfaction and glee, a glee that he had not shown or felt for many years. He was oblivious to the world; all that mattered was him and Void, and the destruction of the latter person. He would make sure that that punishment was not avoided.