Light vs. Night

The engine roared as his motorcycle charged through the the dust and dirt. The hot sun was felt on the back of the Double-0's suit.  Hitting 120 Light crouched his head behind the windshield. It was simple mission on paper. Lure the target to the designated area. Incapacitate it and and bring it back to Headquarters for questioning. Easy. But taken off of paper and put into a realistic context things become a bit more complicated. Luring the target there was no simple task.

Death threats were made and family were intimidated. The target's hand was forced. Incapacitation would be easy if the target wasn't Nighthunter. A master of almost every combat style in existence, one of the greatest tacticians of his century, with detective skills that rival batman. He was truly a bad man. But Light was no pushover and was prepared to go to war in more than one way. In the distance 007 could see a building. No doubt it was the pit stop before he reached the coordinates he'd sent to Nighthunter the day before.

He parked his vehicle at the gas pump and walked inside. It was set up like any other makeshift site and Light was greeted by a strong salute from all the agents. Immediately the Senior Agent suited up, grabbing his Walter PPK and his Omega mod watch. Light sat in the gadget closet trying to decide what to take for the occasion. Bond had studied his target and was still flustered. Realizing there was no possible way to predict every single scenario he grabbed a variety of gadgets and bee lined it back to the motorcycle.

Light leaped, frontflipped and landed in the seat of the vehicle then pressed down hard on the gas approaching the battle site.          

Nighthunter was sitting in a big rock in the middle of the desert, the air could be felt on his face as he stood calmly waiting for the day to go on, suddenly he looked below and noticed that a vehicle was leaving the building where he was, with a simple smile Nighthunter slowly got up and ordered his power suit to activate, after that millions of nanobots started to conform the legendary power suit that had made Nighthunter famous.

"Suit, enhance the sight vision by 40%" ordered Nighthunter and then looked at the vehicle and the man that was in it, after that he grabbed his gauntlet and his sword and looked at the vehicle one more time "Yup, that's him". After that Nighthunter jumped from the rock and ´grabbed his two guns, after that he pointed at a spot that was next to light and shot at that place, after that a big explosion took place next to Light, the bullet had hit one of the many mines that Nighthunter had planted and that only he knew where they were, after that he started shooting at more spots that were close to Light in order to make them explode and cause the great agent great problems if any of them were able to have effect.

"Were you looking for me?" yelled Nighthunter at the agent, he knew that Light was comming ever since last week, he always checked the government and the agencies communication network by hacking without their knowledge in order to be updated in the moves of any hero, villain, anti-hero or even politicians, information was power and Nighthunter had made sure to get as much as possible, he didn't like to fight another hero but it turned out that he didn't have a choice.

"Now I know what you are here for, now tell me why they want me" said Nighthunter and after that he grabbed his sword and started to run towards Light, as he rushed to his opponent with grace and speed he sent a group of slashes to Light, one to the right leg, another under his left ribs, one to the left arm and finally another one to the left food, it had been awhile since Nighthunter used his sword without trying to hit anywhere that could be lethal, he knew that no matter if he wanted to take him, Light was still a hero and the world would need him, maybe one day he would even be the one that saved the world, who knows, maybe he'll destroy it.

Having sent his last slash to the foot of his opponent, Nighthunter quickly used his sword to grab the sand of the ground and used it to throw it toward the eyes of Light, a classic trick in order to try to make him blind and an easier target, for the final act of his first set of attacks Nighthunter grabbed his gun and pointed it at Light's stomach and shooted

The alarms in his mind began ringing, he didnt know what was next but he did know he wouldn't be benefited by any of it. The sand flew up and a powerful force impacted his side. Light gripped tighter and continued on a straight path, another explosion occurred, this one much closer. The shrapnel was felt as it made contact with his leg and shoulder. It did not pass through the material but the force behind the blow was felt and caused him to tight his grip further.

“Time to get lady luck involved.” Making use of his power he began swerving while decreasing the probability of him driving right into a mine. Each explosion was left in his wake and as he left the mine field he leaped off his motorcycle and Landed in front of the target. “You fit the description,Nighthunter, but I cannot tell you why they want you. Being a governmental organization all we have to keep somethings private.” Suddenly his danger sense went off again and 007 raised his right leg to avoid the initial swipe. This placed him in an awkward position as the next swing caught him directly in the ribs. Cold steel was an impenetrable organism, but it was no shock absorber.

That sword hit the agent like a metal bat, knocking the wind out of him. Bond doubled over in pain and caught a glimpse of the next incoming strike. Musterig up all the strength he could in his crippled condition, he leaped up and flip over Nighthunter, landing behind him and avoiding the last two strikes. It was obvious that the opponent was pulling his punches, aiming for limbs instead of crucial spots such as the neck or the heart. His compassion was just another tool for success in Light's cold mind. He began to contemplate ways of putting his target inches away from death until he felt a gut wrenching pain in his abdomen.

He'd been shot and the impact from it put him on his ass mighty quick. The bullet lay on his shirt, never penetrating the material itself. “I really need to add some shock absorbency attributes to cold steel. What's the point of not getting hurt but feeling all the pain.” He muttered to himself as he rolled away from Nighthunter to create some distance. Sand scattered all over the agents back and as he got up he immediately took the offensive. Closing his eyes he imagined pure light. A blinding white Light of sorts. Opening his eyes he pulled his motorcycle directly in front of him and invisible forces began to destroy it, reducing it to scraps of jagged edged metal. About 20 to 30 large pieces hovered in the air. Light smiled and some pieces were jettisoned towards Nighthunter at various speed and angles. The other pieces were mashed together and turned into a shield of sorts that was tossed off to the side for now. Closing his eyes, the light in his mind faded a bit. He reopened them and pulled out his PPK.

Running towards Nighthunter he threw and feint jab, sidestepped, launch a strong right cross, sidestepped and let off three shots aimed at his midsection. Light was using the his PPK to throw the man off a bit giving him a greater setup as well as more unpredictability in his attacks. So far he'd attacked the top and middle, now it was time to go low. Making using of grav manip he tried to bring gravity down upon his opponent with just enough force to make lifting his legs near impossible. Then he went for a floor sweep, adding some gravitational force to give the move a bit more power. “Do you want a clean kill or do you want to send a message?” Said the cocky agent, feeling he had the upper hand in what may turnout to be the fight of his life.

Nighthunter looked at the proud agent as he not only took the hits given to him by Nighthunter like a champ, but that was also able to make his own set of attacks in order to make the battle a memorable one, grabbing his sword swiftly and without losing any second, Nighthunter was able to use it as both an offensive and defensive weapon by cutting the various pieces of metal that once conformed the motorcycle of the proud agent.

Using his sword and the great mastery he has acquired with it over the ages, Nighthunter quickly cut in half most of the pieces that went on his way, however as skilled as Nighthunter was, he wasn't able to prevent several of the pieces from hitting him with great force, the sound of the crash between Nighthunter's bones covered by his power suit and the metal that conformed the motorcycle were second to the pain that Nighthunter felt because of it, however in the end Nighthunter didn't fall because of that attack, it would require way more than that in order to take him down, it has always required one hell of a punishment to take the proud hero out of a battlefield.

It seemed as if Light knew this though, as a set of different and skilled attacks started to take place in order for him to gain the upperhand, the moves that the hero and agent displayed were indeed quite skillful, they showed a display of grace and ability that only a few in this world have, against many people, it would have been enough to take the opponent down, however it would require more than that in order to beat Nighthunter, showing a display of both agility and fighting skills of his own, together with the ability to read body language thanks to his detective skills, Nighthunter was able to avoid most of the attacks that came after him, all of them but one; Light had somehow been able to manipulate the gravitation field of Nighhtunter as a way to make him heavier than ever before and making the pression cause serious damage to Nighthunter's arms and legs.

As Nighthunter fell to the ground after his gravity field was increased in a great way, he noticed that his opponent had a cocky face and that apparently believed that the fight was about to end with him as the victor, Nighthunter knew this, the body language of Light showed it and practically screamed it to him, after that the greatest agent of his agency, Light started to talk once more: "Do you want a clean kill or do you want to send a message?"were the words that said the agent, after that Nighthunter made a mocking face of his own and grabbed a small device, after activating it, he threw it between him and Light, soon after that the device started to produce a great ammount of air and soon a small and without much power tornado appeared where the device could be seen once, the wind started to grab all of the sand in the ground, making it impossible to see anything that happened in there, after that Nighthunter quickly got up and started to run, closing his eyes and juping into the mini tornado he had just created and that was getting bigger every second that passed.

Once the tornado dissapeared, the sword of Nighthunter emerged behind Light and attempted to slash Light's neck, at the same time one of Nighthunter's guns was pointed at a short range to Light' spine,  after that the owner of both arms made his presence known and as his weapons stood waiting to be unleashed against Light, Nighthunter got closer to Light's head until he could whisper to Light's ear. "Call me old fashioned, but I only care to see them down" said Nighthunter and after that he put his head off as a way to get distant from Light, after that he shot three times aiming at the spine of Light, at the same time his sword tried to cut Light's throat, to finish that wave of attacks Nighthunter sent a kick to Light's back in order to make him fall to the ground and after that he started shooting without stopping, dozens of bullets flew towards the direction of Light, if the world indeed was to need him to save it one time, he would need to be stronger than he is, faster, more intelligent, more agile, lethal, or maybe Nighthunter was wrong, but if Light wasn't to survive this battle then he wouldn't be up for the challenges that await any great hero, the stakes and dangers grow more dangerous as the villains do, you make yourself better or you are left behind.

the force that was Nighthunter was not phased by the first set of attacks. A few chunks of metal made contact but no lasting damage was done. This man defined the term warrior and every move he made proved it.  The finesse he showed in dodging Light's blows revealed the athleticism Nighthunter had. He was a marvel to watch on the battlefield and Light was witnessing it all first hand. He couldn't lay finger on Nighthunter. it was as if Light was fighting a ghost. Striking where he saw an opening only to catch air.

Then tossing his gravity out of whack seemed to tip the scale in his favor. As the seemingly invincible man was  brought to his knees by the staggering pressure, Light realized how he could win this fight. But there was a flaw in the plan. The means to the end was not the most honorable and would send the message that Nighthunter outclassed the agent. Bond would not stand for this and made the decision in his mind that the rest of this fight would be fought without the use of his three mighty powers.

Staring straight at Nighthunter he caught a glimpse of what looked like a smile to mock the agents. Light grunted and took a view of his surroundings. Off to the side was the molded shield he'd constructed. It was circular, disk shaped. THe mesh of red and white reminded him of his friend and Mentor Andferne.  Turning his attention back to Nighthunter he noticed a small device fly out of his hand.

As the device fell to the ground it began to pull all the air in the air and manipulate it. Within a minute a full blown tornado was erected in between the two. THe sand surrounding them was collected and spewed out by the vaccum of air. Light put on a pair of sunglasses he had and place them on a heat setting. Amidst the sand Light spotted a heat signature in the shape of a man laying in the cut.

Light knew what his best chance of defense was. He took  a straigh dash towards the makeshift  shield he'd created. The tornado was beginning to dissipate which meant soon the warrior would emerge with an onslaught of attacks. Light was inches away when his danger sense rang out. His heart droppped and he muttered the words damn as he ducked and rolled forward grasping the shield and avoiding the edge of Nighthunters sharp blade.

"Call me old fashioned, but I only care to see them down" Nighthunter taunted. Then he reeled back leaving some distant between the two. Three shots were fired and they all met his shield. Danger sense ringing the sword came fast and hard but obviously not fast enough as Light was able to avoid another lethal swipe from the viscious sword. It was a fight to stay alive and it seemed with every move Light made Nighthunter had the perfect response.

A kick was sent into the back of 007 and stumbled forward. Hearing the shots again he instinctively twisted his body through the air narrowly escaping the bullets. It seemed as if his attack had become more ferocious, and that his killer instinct had kicked in. Bond's original advantage was gone and the battle was completely even. Regaining his composure the agent reached inside his jack and pulled out a black liquid in a test tube.

"Cold steel. The perfect defense." The agent said eyeing his opponent as he poured the contents of the tube onto his makeshift shield. The contents spread and engulfed the item, adding definition to the curves, giving it that perfect circular shape. A handle was formed on the inside of the shield and at the end of the transformation the newly formed weapon of defense glowed a glossy silver. Emblazoned in the middle of it were the words "Ice Dragons" in Vivaldi script.

Light took offf his sunglasses and tossed them aside, that confident smile had found its way back onto his face. Pulling out a 14 inch dagger, Light was ready to go to war. He charged at Nighthunter and leaped into the air. Just when it seemed like he was about to strike, Light threw down a flash bang and dropped to the ground. Hoping his opponent was blinded he rotated around Nighthunter and fired off another flash bang.

Making his first strike move Light swung his shield towards the man's temple and followed up with a roundhouse. Then he tossed the dagger high into the air. THe agent was no where near done. He shot a stiff front kick and pulled out his pistol shooting up into the air. THe bullets exploded upon impact and the deadly pieces fluttered down fast.  next he tosses his sheild up and the sharp pieces bonded with the shield. THe bond morphed the shell of the sheild as large spikes erupted upon the surface. It still maintained its circular form, but the spikes added a new element to the shields offensive capabilities. Rushing at Nighthunter again the agent opened with a hard shield bash followed by a reverse punch to the solar plexes. These attacks were all he had, until he wanted to end this fight. Truely, ending it would mean going back on his word, which would be completely fine in his mind as long as he felt he'd proved that he was not inferior to the man before him. Pride was a heavy factor in this fight indeed.        



 

  

Nighthunter watched as the agent somehow was able to avoid the attacks sent by Nighthunter, every single one of them were obsolete as 007 made his way to avoiding them. The grace and skill that Light displayed could be matched by only a few, had Nighthunter used those attacks against most people, he would have blood in his hand by now., yet the agent was still there and without showing any sign of weakness or something that could make you believe that this battle is over.

Not only that but Light did more than just stay alive, he started instantly a counter-attack of his own in order to turn the tide on his favor, revealing a black liquid metal that he carriedand using his powers to combine it with a shield he once carried, with the words ICE dragons on it and a completely resemblance to the one that Andferne carried, after noticing this Nighthunter smiled and looked at the eyes of Light, a simple smile was formed on his face as he spoke a few words: "I already fought the guy who wrote the book on using a shield, you ain't got nothing on me" whispered Nighthunter.

Nighthunter then grabbed his sword and awaited for the proud hero to attack him, he knew that no matter what, no matter how much both of them had displayed so far it was just the beginning, a prelude to the climax that was about to start. After that Nighthunter made a defense position and stood still as his opponent charged against him, as he took the initiative and in a swift move threw two flash granades in order for Nighthunter to be left blind and gain an advantage in the battle.

As the granades exploded, Nighthunter's eyes were left useless for the next couple of minutes, that however wouldn't let the once great hero be left useless in the battle, his eyes were gone but his fighting skills weren't. Feeling the vibrations in the air that the shield made as it was moving and the sound that it created as it swinged, Nighthunter was able to define the route that the shield would follow and move out of the way.

However that strategy wouldn't help him against the next attack made by Light, using a great display of strategy and lethal force, Light had thrown bullets to the air, broke them in pieces and use the various pieces against Nighthunter, using his sword he got rid of many before they hit him, however a great number of the pieces were able to injure and make their way through Nighthunter's body, they hadn't touched any vital organs but the damage and the pain that they had been able to do was incredible.

Nighthunter fell to the ground after that, Light had indeed been able to do a lethal attack and turn the tide of battle in no time, after that last attack Nighthunter only wanted to make the fight finish and so he decided that he would turn the tide of battle too, this time on his favor and end it now. With blood comming all over his body, Nighthunter grabbed an explosive device and threw it to Light, the device activated and exploded just infront of Light's head. After that Nighthunter grabbed one of his guns and started to shoot to Light, or atleast to the place where he once was, aiming to where he believed that the stomach and the heart would be, bullets went on his way toward those organs.

After that Nighthunter got up, all of his remaining strength needed to don't fall after the injuries he now had, many people would call Nighthunter an idiot, or a crazy man for trying to continue on his status, they were probably right, but there was no way that Nighthunter would fall without a fight, not without giving his all and even more, that was the philosofy of Nighthunter in the battlefield, give everything and more no matter the personal cost.

After that Nighthunter grabbed from his pocket a few mini mines that he had designed, by pressing the button in them with the exact force it required he activated them, now when someone stepped on them they would explode instantly. After that showing a great display of agility Nighthunter started to throw them like if they were shurikens, making a perfect circle around where the explosion had taken place, were Light to touch any of the mines, all of them would explode causing an explosion incredibly powerful, yet there was the possibility of jumping to get away from the mines.

Nighthunter then grabbed his sword and used it as a walking stick in order to maintain himself on balance, while with the other hand he grabbed his best and most powerful gun awaiting for Light to jump in the air, were he to do that he would expect various bullets comming his way and in the middle of the air it would be easier to him him, now Nighthunter only awaited for Bond to appear and finish this fight once and for all

Nighthunter was a fierce fighter. His will to survive was a testament to this. After all those lethal attacks he still stood, eager top finish this battle. THe hunger for more was in his eyes. The look frightened Bond a bit. To think someone human was capable of this level of stamina and durability was sheerly remarkable and his will to stay alive was even more so. 007 was losing his train of thought and it was a matter of time before his downfall arrived. Before death broke down his door and beat him into submission. Question was... Is James ready for it?

The flash bangs served there purpose and the opponent was disoriented. 007 smiled as he pressed forward. The look of glee quickly evaporated as the  agents makeshift shield sang through the air, seemingly humming, taunting him. Poking fun at the clear miss of a blinded opponent. But this would not sway his resolve, as Bond tossed the dagger he held tight in his clutches into the air, bullets falled soon after, combusting into small mettallic fragments. While some of these fragments connected with pieces of his shield, others came raining down upon Nighthunter, dressed in his amazing blue gear. He did his best t odefend against the onslaught but he was no matce. The sharp miniscule bullet pieces sliced into and across his skin. The wounds cried, blood dripping from them. His once blue uniform was a dirty purple and his once gleaming eyes became dull with exhaustion.

finally, the agent let up. Nighthunter had fell into a kneeling position, with once last attack Light might've been able to finish him off. But he saw no reason for it. Though trained to kill without the least bit of remorse. But with Nighthunter it was different. An internal conflict arose within the hero's mind. Plagued by the question why his brain left the battlefield for moment ot question the events leading up to this point. Most times he found a way to justify his kills. These men and women were among the most threatening to humanity itself. There deaths were needed to maintain many more lives. The so called greater good. But what if this man? What had he done to deserve such a severe punishment? Nothing. And Light could not bring himself to kill an innocent man. Or so he seemed. It seemed that killing someone like Nighthunter would prevent heroic sucess and resolve, weaken it even. Both of them were in favor of eliminating evil, preserving justice, protecting the world. How could he cut down one woh shared his same goals and ideals?  To prove he was better? To gain some wicked sense of superiority? Not at all...

 But it seemed his opponent did not share his ideals as the bomb came rotating towards Light's head he leaped back, only to be sent reeling by the impact of the blast.  A loud ringing noise blaired as he lay on the ground in pain. Peering at his chest he could see blood penetrating his white shirt. Though the outerwaer of his suit was basically invulnerable, his shirt underwaer and other undergarments werent. And it seems Nighthunter picked up on that. Light forced himself up, mustering what strength he could to maybe launch a last offensive manuveur. But there was no hope as Nighthunter continued. Mines crashed into Light, one blew his jaw clean off, anothripped a meaty chunk of his tomach off and the last broke his shoulder and knocked his eye out of socket. The once beautiful face of the of the agent was massacred. His jaw missing, blood pour all over, eye ball still connected by a single thread of muscle tissue he was a complete monster. As destroyed as his face was you could see the emotion. The hatred, mixed with the regret and sorrow. The hopes, the doubt, the disbelief... the hunger, all bundled up into his wrecked caricature. His life had granted him a few more seconds of life. and with those few seconds he tried to speak. With no jaw his words were inaudible to all but him. The sounds were similar to that of an angry child, growls and gargles. And as his legs lost the power to stand he came crshing to his knees, Light tossed his Identification as far as he could, so people would never know who it was that died in the desert on this day.