Blood Brothers

Atop the headquarters of the infamous Dark Veritas, two combatants were poised to strike.  Two men who once thought of each other like brothers were now ready to tear each other apart.  For many years, William Greystoke had been denying the truth.  Certainly, he had crossed blades with his former brother in arms Gen Esis due to Gen's morals.  However, this was entirely different.  Before, it was just a matter of right and wrong.  Now, it was personal....

"I know what you did, Gen." the Hunter said, the coldness of his tone permeating the atmosphere.  "We used to be really close back then," he continued.  "I covered your back while you covered mine.  Through all the battles, all the wars, we stayed together and fought as one.  We kept each other alive!"  With a look of pain, William then shook his head and said, "How could you?"

Before Darkchild could even respond, Greystoke shouted out, "I saved your life countless times in Europe and Asia!  Then you sold out and took what I loved most in this world!"  As he paced back and forth, he continued by saying, "And the worst part is that, after you did it, you pretended to be my friend for all those years!"  The Hunter then took out his bow.  "Well," he said.  "Now I know the truth.... and let me tell you, our past means NOTHING now.... the friendship we once shared.... the BROTHERHOOD.... it's all over now."

Dropping his bow down to the ground, the Hunter then drew his mighty Lycan Knight blade.  As he gripped the sword tightly, William Greystoke looked directly into the eyes of Gen Esis and said, "There will be no code of conduct..... no law.... only revenge..... I'm going to make you suffer like I suffered, mate.  Your blood is mine....."  With that, the Hunter assumed a readied position with his sword.  No doubt, this battle would progress substantially; and it would get more savage with each and every minute.  The line was drawn, and two brothers were about to forsake all former ties and do what they did best..... kill.

Closing his eyes for a moment, William took it all in.  The man whom he called "brother" had just admitted to being the one responsible for his parents' deaths.  Indeed, Darkchild was the one who made William Greystoke the last of his kind.  As his hands gripped tightly onto his sword, he wanted nothing more than to spring upon the fiend and tear him apart.  Yet, he knew that such an attack would easily give the clever Gen Esis a chance to use it against him and gain the upper hand.  Once Darkchild had gained the upper hand, the Hunter's chance of survival would decrease substantially.

At last, he replied to his foe's taunts.  "We both know I've always been a killer, Gen." the Hunter said in a defiant tone.  "Yes, we both attracted carnage; and honestly, we both thrived in it.  I'm the best at what I do; always have been, always will be.  However, I kill those that need to be killed."  Raising an eyebrow, he continued by saying, "You see mate, that's the different between us.  I turn death into an art.  You just indulge in it like the true glutton you are....."

As he said that, a sly smirk crept upon his face.  "In fact," he continued.  "I think the real reason you killed my parents was because, quite frankly, I was better than you.  Sure enough, you had some impressive kills.  You got to snap some necks, tear into some flesh, and even poetically bathe in the blood of your opponents.  Yet, at the end of the day mate, I was the one with the most kills."  Sticking his sword tip-first into the rooftop and leaving it there, Greystoke began to walk around Darkchild just as Darkchild had done to him.  "Ah yes," he continued.  "At first, you were there to watch my backs like a good big brother.  I admit, you had more experience in that field.  But how did it feel when you realized that I was faster, and that you were just getting.... slower?  Come now old man, how did it feel to be outdone by your 'little brother' in arms?"

With those words, the Hunter's claws slowly extracted without making a sound.  "Come on old man," he taunted.  "What's wrong, leave the Viagra at home?"  As he said that, William assumed a typical fighting stance.  Motioning Darkchild to attack, he said, "Come on old man, time to prove you still got it!"  Utilizing his lycan balance and agility, Greystoke moved around Darkchild while hopping.  "Don't worry old chap, I'm sure that little blue pill should give you an edge in this fight." he said with a sneer.  "Come on, show me how it's done!"  With his claws extracted, the Hunter remained in his fighting stance and almost danced around Darkchild and made some space.

Finally the Hunter yelled, "Come on mate!  Let's do this!"  With that, he broke out in a quick sprint towards Darkchild with his claws outstretched, ready to plunge them into Gen Esis' chest.  As the two were about to collide, the battle of blood brothers was about to begin....

His words never stung nor did they bother, never were they truely maddening they were the kind to induce pure rage. And the Hunter knew exactly how to get to Gen using his fear that the he himself was getting old that Hunter was going to best him in everyway simply cause he taught the Hunter alot of what he now knows. The way to take out an entire regiment of humans nowadays without alerting anyone the simplest ways to getting to someones mind. To edging them closer an closer to action, those were Darkchilds techniques in getting what he wanted. And the words that Hunter spoke dug in deep an never let go, but Darkchild held his ground through the entire taunting match they both gave to one another. Even held his tongue and body at bay as he watched the blade in Hunters hand squeeze so tight between his fingers that any stronger Hunter would have snapped it in two. He wanted nothing more than to tear his former brother into tiny tiny pieces and mix them with a bowl of chowder. But he didnt want Hunter to be proven right, because.

"Come on mate! Lets do this!!" Hunter charges his claws bared to the world. And as Darkchild was trying so hard not to charge the man an play right into his hands he couldnt help himself "You wil eat each an every one of your words pup AHHHHHHHHH!!!" letting out a gutteral growl as his finger nails dig into the dirt of the ground an he pulled himself forward landing on all fours and turning into a gallop. His teeth bared he leaped into the air as he neared Hunter "GUH!" Slamming hard into Hunter, and Hunters claws slamming into Darkchilds chest a spurt of blood slaps both of the mens faces as Darkchilds blood drips down Hunters face "How do I taste huh brother. Do you taste the irony that you are becoming just like me? Do you." DC puts his hands on Hunters shoulders an kicking off with a mighty leg thrust he leaps up into the air pulling then coming back down his palm spread out aiming for the top of Hunters head in attempts to force him to the ground, while Hunters claws still dug deep into Darkchilds chest.

Darkchild smiles bringing his large arm up in the close quarters an sending an elbow towards Hunters temple, before following it with a quick knee jab towards Hunters chest. Then with a smile "Sorry Willy, but I dont often enjoy being this close to men especially family." Then grabbing Hunters shoulders he prys himself away from the adamantium claws wincing in pain before leaping backwards when finally cleared of them, then taking a breather he leaps forward into the air an spins, bringing his leg up hoping to slam his knee into Hunters head.

Both men had been pushed to the edge.  It was time to end this once and for all.  As the Hunter raced toward Darkchild, Darkchild broke out in a run towards him in return.  Then, Gen Esis dropped down on all fours and began to run like a wild animal towards his target.  As they were closing in, both men suddenly lunged towards one another.  Darkchild's powerful body came up like a lion about to bring down a kill, his razor sharp talons extracted and teeth bared.  Meanwhile, William Greystoke's powerful lycan body shot through the air like a bullet.  The adamantium claws on each hand were fully extracted and ready to slice into Gen's flesh.

As his body flew through the air, William suddenly let out a deafening roar of rage as contact was made.  His adamantium weapons of death plunged deep into Darkchild's chest with tremendous force.  Each claw punctured the skin, tore through the muscles, sliced through veins and arteries, then cut into the lungs of the mighty Gen Esis in one swift and brutal attack.  Blood sprayed up from the severed veins and arteries and covered Greystoke's face and chest.

"How do I taste, huh brother?" Darkchild said in a sadistic tone.

"Not nearly as good as this....." the Hunter replied as he shifted his claws to viciously interlock them with Darkchild's ribs.

Darkchild then said, "Do you taste the irony that you are becoming just like me?  Do you?!"  With that, Darkchild attempted to free himself from the Hunter's grip of death.  The adamantium claws were in a position that would snap each of Darkchild's ribs whenever he tried to get free.  Defiantly holding on, William grit his teeth and maintained his powerful hold on the beast.

Suddenly, Gen Esis' elbow struck William in the face.  The sheer power of the blow caused Greystoke's body to weave a bit.  All that was keeping him from falling over were his claws, for they were still locked into position.  Shaking his head, the Hunter was about to issue a headbutt to Darkchild, but Darkchild's second attack was already in motion.  With a thunderous impact, Gen's knee drove up and shot into William's chest.  Before William could recover from the blow, Darkchild grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled William's claws out of his chest, then leaped back.

The Hunter fell to the ground hurt, but was quickly back up on his feet.  Instantly, he noticed Darkchild taking a break from the battle.  "What's the matter old man, you tired already?" William taunted.  "Come on, show me what you got."  He would need to keep Darkchild moving and thinking on his feet if he would maintain the upper hand.  In truth, William Greystoke knew all too well what Gen Esis was capable of.  If given the time to recover or plan out a strategy, Darkchild would surely win the battle.

Just then, Darkchild leaped up into the air and spun around.  A well-aimed knee strike was coming directly for William's head.  However, his lycan reflexes proved to be a fair match for the attack.  His body then went into action as he quickly arched his back to avoid the blow.  Gen's knee barely grazed the side of William's face as he went over.  Quickly turning around, William said with a smirk, "You're getting slow old man..... Come on, I'll show you how it's done...."

William quickly leaped over Darkchild's entire body, not going too far up above him but staying close in order to make a quick landing on the other side.  Utilizing his training in Wu Shu, the Hunter then leaped up into the air again and made his body parallel with the ground.  His lycan abilities made it easy for him to master such techniques.  Suddenly, he twisted his body to the side so that it spun quickly.  With that, he reached out with both sets of claws and attempted to land two consecutive spinning slashes midair.

No sooner had his feet hit the ground when he suddenly launched another attack.  This time, the Hunter kept low to the ground and came up with a deadly three-hit combination from aimed for Darkchild's back.  However, instead of just using his hands, he was using the stabbing motion of his vicious claws.  His left hand aimed an attack for a kidney, then a right-handed attack aimed for Darkchild's spine,  and finally another left attack aimed for the kidney again.

Finally, the Hunter attempted to plunge both sets of claws into Gen Esis' back, wrench them upwards so that they hooked onto his rib cage, then deliver a powerful German suplex to his foe.  The brutality and ferocity which the Hunter used was most peculiar.  Never before had he fought so viciously, even in dire situations.  However, this was no "assignment" like his past kills were.  This was personal.....