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

He was all sure he was going to hit her but then he saw her moving as quick as lightning, managing to get her knee up. This is going to hurt was his last thought before he felt the hard bone of the knee-joint connecting with his left side of his jaw, groaning in pain as he felt the vibration of the impact moving through the base of his jaw and through the side of his head, sending messages to the brain he was in pain. He felt the throbbing and redness spread, the sign of inflammation to protect the bones and nerves. He groaned as he was sent crashing to the floor, his momentum ended by her knee. He looked up, feeling that he was a bit woozy from the smack, but having to get to his knees to keep his defence up Damn it Sean, work through the pain he said as he got to his knees, making progress. His vision was a bit blurry now, a grimace of pain painting his face, the LED lights matching it on his mask. But then he heard it. The sirens in the distance. The police coming to check out what was going on in the building. The alarm being raised had alerted him, but also the police. He looked up at her, his sight coming back into focus. He saw she was annoyed and he couldn't help but grin. He was a bit annoyed himself, he had wanted to beat her and put the cuffs on himself but he would be happy with taking a lot of her men away from her. He watched her as she leapt through the air, aiming a kick at his chin. He dodged, rolling out of the way quickly, not wanting to take another kick or hit to his face. He watched in annoyance as she went through the fire escape, running into the blackness of the night, swallowing her whole as she rang. He stood up, his jaw screaming to him in agony from the knee he had taken. He turned to see one or two of the men starting to shake a little, trying to get the effect of the sonic device off of them. He kicked both of them in the head, sending them onto the floor, their eyes rolling back in their head. He looked outside and saw the familiar blaze of the red and blue sirens coming towards him, the lights hazy at first but coming clearer as they approached the company Headquarters. He looked as the cop cars pulled up. He watched Commissoner Harrison climb out of the car, looking at the carnage that was in the lobby and also The Bridger's burnt suit Jesus what happened you? he asked, looking at him with a mix of concern and joy at the fact they had so many criminals in the lobby ready to be locked up. Before Sean could answer he signalled for the officers to arrest all the men on the floor. He turned back to the man in the suit What happened here? he asked. A raid on the headquarters, most of the security guards were murdered. I took out a few upstairs before being surrounded. I used a sonic immobiliser before battling the ring leader he described her to him, telling Harrison what she was wearing and the build I better be off Commissioner, I'll visit Mr. Jameson on the way back and tell him what happened You should get looked over said Harrison, clear concern in his voice. Sean laughed and looked at him. You know how it is Commissioner, I can't get checked out. Once the mask comes off you have to arrest me. I can't risk that! he said to him before walking off I'll see you again soon I'm sure he said activating his Hoverboard and heading off into the night. As he hovered home he couldn't help but think about the woman he had just faced. He had managed to avoid her but just about. He had underestimated her a bit, something he planned not to do again. He got near his apartment and took off his mask, putting a jacket over the rest of his suit and walking in. He went in and looked in the mirror, taking off his suit, just standing in his boxers. He was red all along his chest and arms. Not burnt, but the heat had taken a bit of a toll on his body, reddening it a bit as it was starved for oxygen, the heat dehydrating it. His jaw had swollen a little, a blue bruise becoming larger as the blood pooled and dried under his skin. He grabbed some ice from his freezer and applied it to his jaw, walking to his chair. He sat down and looked at the images his eye camera had taken to his laptop. He focused on her, thinking deeply about who she was and what she wanted. He didn't know and despite racking his brain for a few minutes he couldn't come up with anything. He sighed and climbed into bed, planning to roam the streets the next few evenings to find anything that would lead him to her. He feel asleep on the other side of his jaw, thankful he hadn't had his life ended by the maniac. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He had prowled the streets for 3 nights straight, trying to find anything that would him to her. But there had been nothing on that front. He had stopped multiple muggings, break-ins and 3 drug busts in the space of the 3 nights. But he was annoyed at himself that he hadn't caught anything. He stood ready to call it a night. And then he saw it. A person walking down a street, looking determined. He had caught his eye because of the similar pattern he was wearing. He tapped into the nearby security cameras and saw his face. He was wearing a mask, similar to those that he had seen the guys wear in his lobby 4 nights ago. He grinned and followed him, hoping he would lead him to her.