Regen (Intersectionality)

He clambered to the front windscreen and dropped his head down. The shocked expression on Imperious' face was ample reward for the effort. Before the Destructon could recover, he raised a fist and smashed it down into the transparent material. It was hardened for interstellar travel and much stronger than the materials that made up his own fist, so the pain was exquisite. He allowed himself a nanoklik to savor it, then hammered down again. This time he put a crack in it, while shattering the servomechanisms that gave him fine dexterity. A third blow created a spiderweb of fissures, and the fourth shattered it.

Imperious was ready for him, using two arms to brace himself on the frame where the transparent shield had been, and then swinging his body out, feet first. The kick caught X in the face and stunned him for a few precious nanokliks. He stumbled back and nearly lost his grip, but fortunately his clawed feet managed to keep him from careening off the ship. It was impossible to hear over the roar of the rushing air and the scream of the engines, but that didn't stop him from shouting his screed at Imperious. "I encompass your doom, I shall feast on your sparkless remains and revel in the oblivion that shall ever be denied to me!" Imperious, meanwhile, was taking
advantage of his eight—well, seven—limbs to claw his way closer, scuttling like a crab.

With no one at the controls, the shuttle wobbled and began to dip. All he needed to do to win was to keep Imperious from regaining control before they crashed. As much satisfaction as he'd derive from tearing Imperious asunder, Imperious’ seven functioning limbs to X's three gave Imperious an advantage X would never be able to overcome. X braced his ruined right hand under an antenna array for extra stability and summoned his gun from subspace. It wasn't nearly as powerful when not used in conjunction with his hovertank configuration, but might be enough under the extreme circumstances they found themselves in. He attempted to take aim, though the wind from their increasingly steep dive made that difficult. He fired at Imperious' center mass, but the shot wentwide. He tried to force his gun back into position, but the Destructon had closed the gap.

X found himself grappling with the many-limbed devil. His right hand hadn't completed its regeneration, so he was still at an enormous disadvantage. He dropped the gun, which was instantly whisked away. He half-turned to watch it go, only to note an angry purple shooting star entering the atmosphere. The end was truly nigh. Imperious took advantage of the distraction to rake a claw across his chest, a pain he cherished. He attempted to return the favor with his newlyregenerated right hand, going for his tormentor's optics.