Shattered.

[Grim]

Impulse stood face to face with his most hated enemy, Nevermore. "You were my crow, but now you're some flashy, disgusting, want to be hero! You can't serve justice in the light of day, that's not how things work in this world, I should have known you were too young to be brought into this when I first took you in, and now you think you're some kind of super hero, there's no such thing! There are heroes, the ones that think they're super are the ones that die!" Impulse and Nevermore were fighting, Nevermore in his iconic outfit that made him appear like a Raven, but Impulse had changed over the years it's true.
"You aren't a hero, you're a murderer! Don't talk to me about justice, you only care about vengeance! There's a difference, a line that no one, especially not a hero, should ever cross! The line of killing!" Impulse had learned how to deactivate the 'scarab' on his back, and was going to study it when Nevermore caught him on his way to a secret lab in Bromley.

[Grim]

"I used to be naive like you once... that was before I lost the first crow. You though, Impulse, you're nothing like him! You're a disgrace, and I'm finally here to teach you what a REAL hero looks like!" Nevermore readied himself. He had a utility belt full of things to fight his common enemies, but Angel wasn't a common enemy. "Sorry, I'm not going to let you kill me like you killed those thugs way back when. I may not have been able to save them, but now I have a time to stop you and save other people from you in the future!" Just then, Nevermore leaped at Angel with a vicious grin on his face. "You can't save anybody, little Angel, if you can't save yourself!"

[Grim]

"I can protect myself plenty, you'll soon find this out!" Angel yelled as he attempted to grapple Nevermore. He wrapped his arms around his body so that he couldn't do much but swing his head back and fourth, attempting a headbutt, but Angel was quicker than that. Scarab! Angel thought to himself, except he wasn't speaking to himself, he was speaking to the parasitic weaponry and armor that was embedded within his body. Scarab 002, active. Host is in combat. Scarab 002 in combat mode. the Scarab said in Angel's mind, as it emerged from his skin and became an armor. Scarab, Shoulder Pistons, now!" Angel thought, Activated, the Scarab replied as two pistons emerged from Angel's shoulders. "This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me!" just then, the pistons began to smash into Nevermore's chest, doing a great deal of internal damage as well as external. Eventually, though, Nevermore escaped Angel's grasp, and kicked him away. "You have some new toys, huh? Well let me show you some of my own collection!" Nevermore quickly reached for his utility belt and threw a flash bang at Impulse, who doubled over with blinded vision as he was smacked in the head with a staff.

[Grim]

Angel stumbled as he got up from that damaging blow, he coughed a bit, and then looked over at Nevermore. "What? Are you going to kill me, like you did the criminals that you deemed death worthy. But then again, who are you to judge if someone should die or not?" Angel asked him, trying to buy time, "I'm the heavy hand of justice, Nevermore! And you, you're just dead!" Nevermore yelled as he reached into a holster on his back waist and pulled out an Astra 680. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet his Angel on the chest, leaving a dent in his armor and hurting him a bit, but nothing lethal. Thank god! he thought to himself, as the Scarab began to speak in his mind, give me control, he's too strong for you to fight, he will kill you combat. Impulse completely threw that thought away with a quick reply, no. With this, he went right back to the fight with Nevermore.

[Grim]

Angel jumped into the air, he was getting sick of Nevermore, it would just be easier to kill him, but he wasn't going to stoop to his level. Impulse and Nevermore were throwing and dodging punches and kicks, until Angel got sick of this and decided to show Nevermore the rest of Angel's 'new toys'. Angel smirked under his armor and looked at Nevermore. "You always put so much pride on yourself about your speed and how well and quickly you reacted to things, well let's see you react to this!" Angel yelled as he ran like he had learned a while back, at unbelievable speeds, and literally ran circles around a confused Nevermore.