Nightwing narrowed his eyes, his escrisma sticks were gripped tighter.He could feel the knuckles on his hands go white and numb.He took a deep breath and remained where he was.Blood started to slowly fall from his nose, he knew that he had to stay and fight.He had a city to protect, people.He wiped the blood away with a quick swipe of his left hand.He stood taller, his eyes narrowed painfully thin.He stared down the four knights in front of him, hatred burned within his gaze.



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