Rain began to pour. Bolts of lightning struck and booms of thunder sounded, while Venom died off to the side, finally rolling to a stop, legs curled above.
Betrayal froze, but strengthened his resolve, free hand forming a fist.
“Perhaps not. However, I would not be able live with myself had I not attempted to stop this.”
The pattering of rain could be heard from his jet black armor. Light glimmered off the rain on his sword when the lightning struck.
”I know you will win. But I plead to all that may be listening.”
He glanced to the sky
”This monster must be brought down. My death may be in vain, but I will die knowing I fought that which must fall”
He raised his sword and charged, footfalls muted slightly by the rain.