Nightwings Flight

Ravaged

19:00 OCT 15TH 2013 Terminator training room

I WAS BENCHING PRESSING AT THE BACK OF THE GYM LIKE ROOM, WEARING A REPLICA OF THE Renegade suit I had made to fool Deathstroke a few months ago when I overheard a few of the Terminators talking about me.

"That guys only been a few months and he's already taken on everyone on the payroll." One of them said, his voice straining as he tried to lift a dumb bell that was well too heavy for him.

"Well there's a reason Deathstroke lets him wear his own costume." Another more feminine voice said, slightly hampered from where she was on the treadmill.

I roughly put the bar bell backed where it belonged at sat up, taking a drink from my water bottle before looking too my left at the two people who were talking about me. I smiled at them and then stood up before beginning to walk towards the door where the kept the punching bags.

As I was setting it up to get a few punches in I felt a large hand grab me and pull me to the middle of the room where the sparing was. I quickly flipped him over me, but he easily landed on his feet and revealed himself to be Ravager without his uniform on.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, glaring up at him, my fists still up.

"You broke my lieutenents legs, and I'm not exactly too happy about it," he said, glaring down at me.

"Okay, what exactly do you want me to do about it?" I asked jokingly, knowing very well that all he wanted was a fight.

"Take off those gloves and I'll show you," he answered, cracking his neck and backing up to the edge of the sparing matt. "The men seem to think your Deathstrokes toughest soldier; I'm going to prove them wrong."

"Sounds fun to me," I said, unclasping my gauntlets and throwing them onto the floor just outside of the circle. When I looked back up he was almost on top of me, I quickly rolled over him getting ready for his next attack, but I wasn't ready for him to kick me from behind across the mat. I jumped back onto my feet and charged at him, faking that I was going to punch square in the face so I could grab his interlocked arms and flip him onto his back. I went to punch him in the face but he grabbed my arm and pulled me over him and then onto my back at his feet. I quickly spun back onto my feet only to be faced by him taking another swing at my face. I narrowly dodged his strike and jabbed fool force at his gut, only to feel a brick wall in my path followed by a knee to my gut. As I was about to fall to the ground I grabbed his leg and flipped him onto the ground with me.

The two of us got up groggily, but still ready to fight. I spun around and kicked him in the face before flipping back a few feet. "Nice moves Renegade, if I didn't know better I'd think you were actually trained by a successful martial artist." At that point I snapped and charged at him, climbing up to his neck and wrapping my legs around his neck before pulling him to the ground, or so I expected. As I was pulling him down he grabbed and spun me around so that I was on the ground and he was above me with his fist above my face. After that, everything went black.

22:00 OCT 15TH ADVANCED TRAINING ROOM

I woke up to the sound of a storm of metal slamming against metal, and when I looked up I saw a room filled with robotic arms spinning and attacking with bow staffs, a shirtless Deathstroke in the middle. I watched in amazement as he blocked or dodged each strike, occasionally bending or breaking one of the other staffs before the lights in the room turned on and all of the arms entered cracks in the floor which sealed themselves.

"Wow, I thought the Bats regimen was insane," I joked, standing up to get a better look at the assassin. Unlike his son his hair was pure white, he also had a black eye patch over his right eye that somehow looked good with his white goatee.

"Well it's a little easier to fight an army when you've been enhanced to do so," he said, retracting his bow staff. "That was an impressive fight you had with Ravager today. If you hadn't let your emotions get in the way you might have actually one."

"I'd prefer not to take advice on anger management from an assassin if you don't mind," I said, looking around the room for an exit. "Why exactly am I here, do you have a mission for me or something?"

"Not today, I just wanted to show you where you'd be training from now on," Deathstroke said, walking up to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. "After all, you are one of my strongest soldiers." The man walked past me and towards an automated door that hadn't been there before. "Put those gloves of yours back on and get to work, Renegade."