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Black Lightning stared at his opponent with cold, determined eyes. The static of the impending confrontation crackled in the air, heavy with tension. Blackspark, with a confident grimace distorting her face, launched herself forward, dark sparks swirling around her like halos of a promised storm.

However, Black Lightning, whose body was a fusion of the purest energy with supernatural reflexes, dodged with a grace that almost defied reality. Blackspark hit the ground with an ill-fated blow, sending a shockwave through the pavement that fractured under the impact.

Without wasting a second, Black Lightning took advantage of his opponent's disorientation. The air hissed around him as he hurtled towards Swift Storm, who came in a whirling fury to support his fallen comrade. The confrontation was imminent.

A glow of energy exploded in the air as Black Lightning captured Swift Storm by the throat. His hand closed with calculated force, not to crush, but to immobilize with surgical precision. Then, with an effort that seemed to come not just from his muscles, but from the very essence of the storm that gave him his name, Black Lightning lifted Swiftstorm from the ground. The space between them crackled and shook, like the night sky about to be torn apart by a celestial glow.

Swiftstorm's face was a mask of surprise and anguish. He fought against the unwavering pressure, but Black Lightning was an immovable force, an entity of pure power that now dominated the battlefield.

In the heart of this electric hurricane, Black Lightning uttered words that were lost in the rumble of thunder, but their meaning was clear from the iron determination in his gaze. It was the statement of a victor, of a warrior who knew that the battle, however savage it was, was already decided in his favor.

Darkspark slowly recovered, his blackened figure rising from the rubble and dust, but the lines of force had already changed. Black Lightning maintained control, and his triumph was as undeniable as the darkness that gave way to his brilliant power. The clash ended not only with the roar of thunder, but with the silent authority of a world that recognized its true ruler.