Thread: A City to Save for One, A Giant Playground for the Other (Sierra 117 and Blissy)

It was tough for her to consider what this guy's hassle might make him worth and if she should even bother allowing herself to play around with him at all or just drop him dead on the spot. Generally speaking this girl had an idea of what sort of people she liked to keep around while others often really just got in the way if she didn't do something about them. Regardless of that matter, she had a reputation to maintain and sense of control to keep in the bigger picture. Her gang looked up to her, they acted on a whim when she preached a command since the idea of what they were doing was disguised as some sort of mis-understood family that didn't a stronger voice to lead them forward, namely her and just looking at what he was doing to her little boys and girls was really starting to turning her gears in a rather impatient cynical fashion. For the most part things between the two of these very different people were quickly taking a turn to more conflicting circumstances. Not only had had this guy guy attacked and successfully knocked conscious the majority of his muscle but now he seemed to be slowly reasserting his sense of confidence over the whole matter. It was that fact alone that really started to make her own spine tingle in a certain way that was anything but good. There was no doubt here that this mystery hero brought about with him a better arsenal then she could counter, but that didn't exactly mean that she couldn't out play him. On one hand this guy really was playing right into her hand by overlooking her as nothing more then a strange woman with an eccentric taste of colour and violence, but that truly all as it were intended to be. She'd only monitor his actions prior to his leap in the air and assault on the rest of her remaining muscle as she'd watch them become trapped under the net, protesting with the groans of uncomfortable struggles. Her eyes followed him until he'd made his landing on the opposite side of things and she'd find herself fighting the urge to cringe at the idea of this idiot getting in her way. Oh you so sureee? But the fun hasn't even started yet! It was at that point that she'd reveal her own surprise, her sweater zipping down at the snap of her zipper. Underneath she really bore nothing of much importance, aside from her own colorful costume that unsurprisingly fit the rest of her get up. What was important however, was the subject of the mesh that seemed to be weaved into the costume, it was similar to his in a sense that it obvious looked like the sort of gear to be able to take a bullet or two, but it wasn't the costume that he'd have to worry about even if it did serve to distract him. Following the pull of her zipper she'd swing both her pom poms forward toward the mystery hero and the sound of compressed gas escaping some form of canister would faintly surround her. In another moment a flare would spark in the midst of the pom pom's and then explode into an inferno of flame jolting towards him in a massive ball as the sound of the dangerous flame blazing would engulf the room. If he'd pay any attention at all to her, he'd notice a rather euphoric expression light up her face as if she were having all fun in the world by attempting to burn him alive with the flame-spray of napalm. Careful not to get sun burnnnn! She'd tease aloud in her normal unsettling tone.