Generations

Chapter 25: Father and Son

Chapter 25: Father and Son

Brandon looked to the Nightwing that stood but a few feet away from him. The one that had stolen his daughter from him, the one that had nearly killed him, and looking to the corpse not so far away, the one that had murdered his sister. He thought of Jason too, how he should have never had to see that, to fight someone like this.

“Brandon, I thought you learned your lesson last time.”

He didn’t need a single word to start; they would only be a waste, getting in the way of what he had to do. He’d forget it all, everything he remembered from his past. He was staring down a murderer, not his uncle, not his hero from long ago. He brought his sword to him, the light radiating it as it did before.

And once more, it would taste the blood of the Nightwings.

Brandon charged at Zack, bringing the sword back, and leaping into the air, he was bending the time around him to his will, one strike, that’s all he’d need. He swung down, but Zack raised his dark shield to block the weapon.

But it wouldn’t hold.

The blade sliced right through, as if it wasn’t even there, carving Zack’s arm as he tried to get away, but Brandon wouldn’t let him. He followed up the attack, one slash after the other, blood draining out of the Nightwing’s arms as he took to the sky to escape. Brandon stared at him in hatred, knowing that one advantage he couldn’t simply overpower was the fact that Nightwings could fly, and while he could teleport himself above Zack to strike, that would be far too easy for his foe to dodge, and it would leave him open to a counter attack.

Once Zack was a comfortable distance into the air he held his hands out in front of him, the black lightning coursing all around him. Brandon knew what was coming, this battle would be turned into a matter of Zack firing until he hit. And he’d have to do something soon, even with his speed, there was only so long he could last, especially after the great power it took him to open up so many portals recently, not to mention the battle with the Nightwing before he got to his daughter.

Even if he was as strong as Zack, in a condition like this he was at a disadvantage.

He gripped his sword tighter, knowing it was the only thing that gave him the power to stand up to the Nightwings like this. He’d find a way to attack, to overcome. He had to. He’d come too far not to.

As the first bolt of lightning raced to the earth, Brandon slowed the world around him and ran from the attack, waiting for it to harmlessly strike the ground, but the noise never came. He didn’t have time to think about it though, as countless bolts were flying all around him. Narrowly dodging each one, he then looked up, and saw why they hadn’t been impacting the ground.

They hadn’t even been reaching it; instead the attacks were suspended in the air, high above even Zack, waiting to be released. Brandon smiled, never prouder, but knowing how quickly a battle like this could take a turn for the worse, he’d also never been more afraid.

With in seconds, the myriad of attacks began descending on Zack, who was blind to the counter attack. He had obviously known Brandon’s position but he hadn’t taken Trey into account. And after Brandon saw what his son was capable off, how not even he could match his son’s ability in manipulating small things, such as injuries or enemy attacks, he knew how deadly Zack’s oversight would be.

Soon the many bolts of lightning struck the Nightwing, the terrible magic embedded within him piercing through his body, drops of the Nightwing’s blood sprinkling the ground below. Through the explosion, the father and son looked up, sure that it would take more than that but hopeful just the same that this attack would do something to help defeat him.