My spider sense going off again allowed me to leap back just in time to avoid the streetlamp again. On the humorous side, watching Lung brain himself with it was very satisfying.
"You know, if you hate yourself to the point of attacking yourself, you should really go to counselling." I called mockingly as he swayed in place, slightly stunned from the impact of his own blow. I used the time he was woozy to wrap up a couple more of his ten-a-penny punks in webbing and toss them to the side.
When he shook himself out of his daze, he tried to spin around to face me, only to trip and faceplant from the webbing around his feet, which was worth a chuckle. I webbed him down, just to give me a bit more time, and proceeded to wipe the floor with the rest of the gangbangers.
Absolutely furious beyond everything, Lung ripped himself free from the webs (Note to self: increase web strength for Brute-type Capes) and burned the rest from his body (second note to self: create web fluid that is resistant to or immune to fire) before charging at me like a bull in a china shop. His newly-grown tail lashed and writhed behind him and I thought I could see scales decorating his body.
"Olé!" I mocked him as I leaped over him and kicked the back of his head with everything I had, sending him flying into the wall with a meaty crunch. As he went through the wall, I spun in mid-air and landed facing the hole, which was in the side of a warehouse, I belatedly noticed.
Oh well. If it was abandoned or derelict, there was no problem. If it wasn't…well, the owner had better have Cape insurance.
My spider sense went mad and I ducked down to the ground just in time to avoid what looked like a long piece of scaffolding being used as an ersatz javelin. Several more sailed through the air and I realised he had anticipated me being acrobatic as I had been all the other times I had evaded him.
Luckily for me, I make patterns and break them all the time.
Lung stomped out of the hole he had made, another length of scaffolding in one of his beefy hands. He glared at me…either that or transforming always made his face look like a glare.
"Just so you know, your aim sucks." I informed him casually as I hopped to my feet again, "Care to try again?"
He bellowed something unintelligible as he hefted the piece of metal. I quickly webbed his hand to it so that he couldn't let it go just as he was about to release it and it took him off-guard long enough to attach two web lines to him and tug them very hard so I flew through the air and slammed into his chest feet first, sending the gang boss flying without wings yet again.
It did hurt like a sonofabitch though. Thankfully, I have greater than normal strength and a slight healing factor, so I'd be as right as rain in a moment.
As the man nicknamed the Rage Dragon slammed through the hole he had made before, his increased size widened the hole somewhat. This, I knew, wasn't good. The longer this fight went on, the worse of a disadvantage I'd be at. I had to knock the bastard out and fast.
I pulled several lumps of debris over to near where I stood and waited for Lung to emerge again. There was no way I would be lucky enough to have the bastard KO'd by that last trick.
[Whoosh!]
I ducked under the flames that erupted from the hole in the wall just in time and I still felt the searing heat from the fire. OW!
"Try again, old man!" I mocked as I stood up again, "Though your aim seems to be way off. Failing eyesight? Or are you just going senile?"
Another roar came from the rage dragon as he charged out of the warehouse. I had to admire his persistence, if not his methods. This was why anger sucks to e used as a power source. It might increase how strong you are, but it also makes you easy to manipulate.
I grab two web lines and leap into the air, swinging the large concrete, mortar and brick lumps at the other ends right on top of a very surprised Lung's head. They smashed into pieces afterwards, but I just grabbed more that I had prepared in advance.
"Why-" smash "-won't-" smash "-you-" smash "-just-" smash "-get knocked out already?!" I snarled as I pummelled him with masonry.
He just roared again. Man, this guy just did not get the whole 'witty exchange of repartee' section of hero/villain combat.
By this point, Lung was almost ten feet tall, wings extended, tail lashing and draconic features fully displayed. Just how powerful was this dragon's regeneration factor? He's been pummelled by rocks, sent flying through solid concrete and brick and he even hit himself with a goddamn streetlight. What does it take to put him down?
"You know, girls don't like persistent men, old man." I warned him as I grabbed my last pair of ersatz weapons, "How about you just shuffle off and sit in a rocking chair, geezer?"
Yet another roar. Jeez, would something other than that kill him? I sighed as he yet again did a bum rush towards me, arms swinging. What a one trick pony. Without his regeneration, he'd be…well, he'd still be a bitch to fight, but not nearly as much of a pain as he was right now.
Once again I leapt into the air, neatly dodging Lung's flailing arms and rather accurately webbing up his eyes while I was at it. As he screeched to a halt to try and rip the webbing off, I dodged his wings and tail, grabbing the latter appendage as I landed and heaved with all of my strength.