- Doomsday - Volume One: Gods and Monsters

Chapter 56: Onslaught

(AN: I've been too nice with the recent chapters, it's been too wholesome... I have to change it up a bit and keep you all on your feet...)

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The two warriors stood ready and waiting, Deathstroke holding out his neon blade outwards towards the Doomsday, teasing him to step forwards, Doomsday holding his composure, analysing the battlefield, his opponent, the state in which the Goblin was left in. Slade had been able to put up a fight when [Y/N] was young and weakened but shouldn't be able to take on someone like Harry, the chunk of Kryptonite his opponent clung onto tightly must have made a serious impact. [Y/N] also noticed sporadic discharges of electricity across the man's torso, small currents firing and fizzling out across his body, was it something to do with his armour, it did look somewhat different from last time. Yet, Slade wouldn't give his old apprentice much time to think.

"Well, if you aren't coming to me..." Deathstroke shouted out, in a mere matter of moments the mercenary had disappeared from his previous location, racing straight towards [Y/N], performing a tall jump, sword bared. "Then I'll have to bring the fight to you!" Utilising the excess momentum Slade crashed down into the monster, [Y/N] parrying the initial sword strike but pushed back slightly, confusion striking, How was he moving so fast? He shouldn't be able to hit that hard! Slade kept moving, pushing his assault, two horizontal swords strikes hastily blocked, yet even with the immense mountainous defence small slits appeared upon the monster's arms, a jolt of pain forced a grimace to appear. Yet, further confusing [Y/N], in a rapid motion, Slade grabbing the edge of the blade, the weapon gained a liquid quality to it as its form shifted, growing taller yet thinner, a large green bo staff taking its place.

Unprepared for the instant change in weapon, the top of the staff smashed into the Doomsday jugular, as Slade spun the weapon round in his hand, the backend crashed into the monster's skull, followed by a volley of high-kicks. The momentum of the assault sent [Y/N] sliding back, debris and smoke appearing at his feet, [Y/N] brought a hand to the bottom of his chin, cracking it towards the other side, stretching his neck out before returning his gaze back to the mercenary. "Impressive, right? brings back old memories, eh sport?" Slade shouted to Doomsday, his mocking tone venomous, [Y/N] didn't care for his commentary, scanning his surroundings, noticing a car sitting sideways adjacent to the monster. Digging his large hand into the rear bumper, [Y/N] tossed the vehicle at Slade, crashing at meteoric speeds, yet seen as a challenge the mercenary jumped into the air towards the vehicle. In a fluid motion, Slade held the weapon in a single hand, the staff reverting to blade, performed a single vertical strike, slicing clean through the centre of the car, its two half falling behind the man as he kept moving forward.

The Kryptonite wont do too much upon contact, but if he cuts deep it may get worse, [Y/N] said internally, holding a defensive position. The mercenary struck, charging with unmatched speed, striking with the staff, Slade held the centre of the weapon, bashing both sides into [Y/N], attempting to disorient the monster. The two exchanged a series of counters and parries, [Y/N] blocking the hits while returning with his own jabs, to which the trained mercenary narrowly evaded, using the staff to keep enough distance. The two held their ground, Slade throwing some high swings, transitioning towards a low spin, ducking and striking continually, evading the larger combatant's strikes. In a quick manoeuvre, upon a strike with the end of the bo staff, [Y/N] was able to grab the end of the weapon, Deathstroke held still for the moment, Doomsday plummeted his foot into the mercenaries sternum, propelling him backwards, hitting into the side of an upturned vehicle.

Upon hitting the vehicle, a second car that had somehow piled up atop the other shook unsecured, soon falling down, Slade narrowly using the length of the staff to keep the vehicle from cascading upon him, rolling to safety. [Y/N] walked slowly towards Slade, showing the full extent to his monstrous frame, Deathstroke simply spitting out the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, holding his blade once again. A brief stand-off was soon ended when Slade ploughed forward, sword raised, Slade sliced down, cutting deep into Doomsday's elbow, followed by a second, quickly parried away. Deathstroke backed off slightly, slicing horizontally, [Y/N] moving on the offensive, grabbing the retreating hand and shoulder tightly, yet Slade was quick, forcing his arm backward, raising his sword to break the hold. A quick slice towards [Y/N]'s neck forced him to evade, Deathstroke exploiting the opportunity, pursuing forwards, until a strike caught a protruding marrow spike.