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When; Very late Saturday night.
Rating; R, swearing and violence
Characters; Red Mist (

kicksmoreass) and Hit Girl (

neverplays)
Summary; Red Mist has Protoman's abilities due to Grab Bag Weekend. He decides to use this opportunity to seek out Hit Girl.
Log;

[If Chris knew anything about Hit Girl, it was that she, just like Kick-Ass, couldn't stand to mind her own business when it came to criminal activity. If she was anywhere tonight, she'd be in the back alleys of some crime-ridden place just waiting for a robbery or a gang fight to break out.

This wasn't the first place he'd tried. He'd been searching for a little over an hour now (luckily he didn't seem to get tired so easily like this, so he'd covered more ground than he normally could have in that time span).

He stood with his back against the brick wall of one of the more run-down looking buildings in the area. Stealth still wasn't his best attribute, so it was possible that she'd see him first. But any of the changes in his appearance could be written off as snazzy new costume upgrades for now, so he figured he had a nice surprise in store for her.]

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[ A sound of vibrating metal cuts through the air, ringing one-note tones across a night that's silent for the most part. She can wield her blade fast enough to snap through a neck, or slice a deathblow across a body to prevent unnecessary screaming. But alas, not all screaming was preventable,the panicked shrieks of the criminals' victims had left audible residue in the air.

These hooligans had deserved, undoubtedly. Cornering two women walking back home from a casual dinner, they had ripped pencil skirts and shorts to expose bare flesh, intercepted in the nick of time by justice in the form of a little girl. Those women were scared shitless, but at least they were safe.

But one attack finished doesn't mean danger's interrupted, and she can already hear the pacing of footsteps approaching near her. An alley away, half a minute away, her heart thuds a beat before she sends her blade spinning again, readied in battle mode. ]

[He hears the sound of metal cutting through flesh and bone combined with some poor sap's surprised screams. All the signs of a Hit Girl attack. Or, well, any attack. But he was hoping this one involved Hit Girl.

He turns the corner - and there she is. He could see that she knew someone was coming, with her knife readied and everything. Regardless, he seems oddly confident. Not the same awkward, nervous boy who didn't look like he could win a fight with a large rat let alone another person. He smirks.]

Hello, Hit-Bitch.

Hey, jackass.

[ She cracks a grin, curling an upper lip in habit, like a dinosaur ready to bite into its play. She sends her blade spinning, a white blur meant to intimidate.

Sure, this idiot was all kinds of stupid, but she hadn't expected him to actually track her down. Or rather, stumble on her accidentally. Did he have a deathwish? ]

You know, you can't buy yourself skill, sweetheart. That takes hard-work. [Light footsteps, as she starts a slow march forward. ] Know what that is?

Actually, just like money -

[And in a few seconds what looked like a regular if not a bit oversized red glove has turned into a goddamn arm-cannon.]

- skill is sometimes given to the fortunate.

[And it's charging up and ready to fire a rather deadly looking energy-shot, better get out of the way.]

[ Oh, she's definitely out of the way, throwing her blade off to the side as she collapses into a tumble to dodge the energy-shot. A neat landing, crouched on her knees, ends that move, and she quickly reaches over to snatch up her weapon again. ]

Any monkey can handle a weapon. You really want to play?

[ Even with his new gear, there's an element of entertainment added to an otherwise uneventful fight. ]

[He couldn't even handle the weapons that well, truth be told, but he had a few more surprises up his sleeve.]

Yeah. I wanna fuckin' play.

[And with that, he runs at her, ready to throw a punch.]

[ Mindy will be honest. She's surprised how much spirit this boy has; it just means she'll need to knock more sense into him.

Metal once again echoes as she slides out her blade, swinging it in preparation for his move. ]

Then you better be prepared, jackass.

[He keeps running, and doesn't seem to be that scared of the knife.

There's a possibility that he's just kind of a dumbass when it comes to fighting. Which is true, but maybe he's on to something right now.]

Hope you enjoyed living, you little shit.

[ His confidence either stems from stupidity or a surprise card up his sleeve. She's taking no chance either way, and so Hit-Gril dashes forward, springing onto her hands to launch herself into a leap over the loser and onto the other side of him. ]

You're wasting my time, you know.

[ She spins her blade again, debating whether to switch gears to firearms. Her move has made it necessary for him to switch directions, but it's not that great of a distance to cross. ]

[He has a surprise card up his sleeve, but stupidity might play a factor, too. He spins around to face her again.]

What's the matter, you too scared to fight me up close? I don't blame ya.

[He doesn't make a move yet, but his arm-cannon is fully charged just in case.]

Only an idiot charges blindly.

[ There are several options she can take here: Use her gun and aim for a tender spot; she didn't need a giant blaster to shoot a man down like this asshole. Or she could maintain her current tactic and leap forth with her blade

Decisions, decisions. Her blade is more cumbersome, a gun more efficient. ]

Let's go.

[ A grin snaps in place as she makes her decision, slipping two guns from their holsters as she speeds forward. Her aim is directed at the crook of his neck, the side opposite to the arm-canon that's currently charging.

A few steps into her assault, she fires. ]

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[He panics a bit and tries to jump out of the way, though he's still not good enough to dodge bullets.]

F-Fuck-

[But he gets hit in the arm and the shoulder and there's a clank and then a plink as the bullets fall down to the ground. His armor is dented, but he doesn't appear to be hurt.]

What now, bitch?

[And he fires the cannon again.]

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