"You are good," Mad One praised, a twisted, jagged snicker splitting his face.
As he spoke, the ruined plates of his combat suit began to groan and shift.
The metal flowed, stitching itself back together and erasing the jagged scars left by the previous exchange until the armor returned to its pristine state.
Mad One raised his hands, leveling his palms directly at Nightflame's chest with predatory precision.
"Let's see how well you deal with this!"
Violent pulses of anti-matter hissed through the vacuum.
Nightflame's silhouette blurred as he maneuvered through the void, his body twisting in a lethal dance to dodge the incoming blasters.
While Nightflame was occupied with the barrage, Mad One saw his opening.
He surged forward, closing the gap in a flash of speed, his armored arms reaching out to crush his opponent.
But Nightflame was far from helpless.
As Mad One lunged, Nightflame threw his head back and roared.
