Thread: A heroine falls (Dawnella)

Caitlin had spent the day as she usually did, knowing that anything could happen but relaxed in the confines of her home. Most of the time, her actions were offensive and planned out as far as she was concerned, the less the public knew about her the better. Attacking let her decide the circumstances of the fight, which helped the heroine even the overwhelming odds against her. Still, her catsuit, utility belt, and equipment were organized alongside her tranquilizer pistol and gas grenades, which she always had prepared for an emergency. Setting her phone for any alerts to public safety, Caitlin felt the laziness of midsummer fatigue set in as she nearly began to nap in the coolness of her room as it buzzed. Lazily, she turned in bed and propped herself up to check the alarm before her eyes went wide it wasnt merely a mugging or kidnapping, but an armed bank robbery! Leaping to her feet, she changed into her catsuit, pulling her equipment and setting it into place before taking a thin coat to cover her while she drove. Knowing that she couldnt approach to closely, and the phone telling her the status, it seemed that the attackers had more or less barricaded themselves in the structure with hostages, and as she arrived several blocks away she managed to park her car in an alley, far enough that she felt comfortable it wouldnt be spotted. Leaving the thin jacket inside, she took a breath before taking a glance at the building, and deciding that the roof would be a better entry point for her. The police, still seemingly under fire, hadnt managed to set up an effective barricade, and after a brief survey Caitlin managed to find what she hoped was a position uncovered by the attackers with a pipe that she thought she might be able to scale by hand. Taking a deep breath, she sprinted across the open space, her chest heaving in the tight confines of her costume, before realizing she was safe. Testingly, she felt the smooth pipe before hugging her body close to it and the wall beside her as she made her way up. After several minutes that felt like eternity, the exhausted heroine peeked over the top, noticing that several guards had been posted, but hadnt seemingly spotted her. Tying in a support wire to the building and her belt, she eased back down before gingerly removing a stun grenade from her belt, priming it with her fingertips before flinging it at the small cadre. Tumbling with a tinkling sound at their feet, a shout was barely heard before the dull thud of the subdued explosion rang out and Caitlin bounded into action, her legs pumping furiously as she charged them. Seeing their armor, she managed to kick a stumbling and stunned attacker sharply in the face before twirling to strike another in his throat, sending him to his knees before raising her leg in a graceful dancers spin to kick him to the ground. Pulling her tranquilizer pistol from her holster, she barely saw the last man raise his rifle and fire, the sound causing her to squeal in pain as it deafened her and narrowly missed her face disoriented, she barely was able to grab the barrel and push it away from her as she fired again and again, sending darts into his body as the man crumpled into unconsciousness. Trembling, Caitlin took a brief minute to compose herself as she saw the roof entrance realizing that there wasn't much time, she pressed herself against the entrance before cracking the door. Spotting nothing but darkness ahead, she carefully took out her IR goggles and placed them on her face before plunging ahead into nothingness. Carefully, she could see that below her, in the main chamber of the bank, were several men in masks with weapons one in particular wore a different color mask, but it didnt seem noteworthy. Preparing her final stun grenade, Caitlin tensed her little body as she pulled the pin and let it fly towards the men, preparing her smoke grenades as soon as it let it go and throwing them to join her stun grenade just as it exploded. The room now billowing smoke, she charged into the confusion as she reached the first masked man, who seemed to be choking on the thick smoke. Slamming her fist into his chin, she let him crumple to his knees before twirling as she sent a sharp kick to his face, knocking him to the floor before her.