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Barry's hands finally found enough stability to push the dazed hero onto his own golden-booted feet, his mind completely ignoring the lines of dried and or fresh blood which lined his tired face as he clenched his fists tightly in front of his chest.
There may be more of them, but there's no way in hell I'm going down without a fight.
"Now this, this is what I call fun!" Godspeed grinned, maliciously, his laughter exactly in tune with the forming of a glowing red lightning blade in his left hand.
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And without another word more (which was not a common occurrence for mostly any of The Flash's foes), Godspeed lunged into an intense and swift brawl with the hero.
The red-energized speedster moved nearly five times faster than The Flash, though even without powers he weaved below and around almost all of Godspeed's attacks, letting the prior's powerful saber collide with almost every other object the two fighters' passed by within the wide-spaced living room.
"It's futile trying to fight me, Flash!" Godspeed remarked, frustratedly as his sword slashed dangerously through the air in a blow that nearly carved a straight hole through the hero's right shoulder.
Though, The Flash instinctively rolled over his family's couch, the saber effortlessly hacking the fabric-cushioned object clean in two the moment the hero jumped off of it, a flurry of white stuffing flying chaotically through the blood red-lighted space around them.
Heart's fast, but he doesn't have enough control or power to be able to actually land hard blows which means I only have to outpace him long enough to figure out some way to immobilize him.
"You're always going to be a waste of a man, just like your bratty son; Impulse!" Godspeed shouted as his weapon's sharp tip sliced through a nearby standing lamp's glass surface, broken glass clattering mindlessly over his metallic gold-booted feet.
The Flash quickly dodged to the left, eliminating the chance of allowing any more reflective shards to stab into his already bleeding wounds.
"I told you never to talk about my son," The Flash warned, determination shining vibrantly in his ocean blue eyes as he stared back into Heart's masked black ones.
