Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

The chain wrapped fast around the man’s arm. With a quick tug, she was able to yank the gun out of his hand and strain or hyperextend the man’s shoulder, as he let out a loud cry as she dragged him out of the vehicle, knocking the door open and leaving him sprawled on the dirty concrete.

The driver floored it, launching the vehicle towards Monica, but she was able to easily sidestep it. The car screeched to a halt, coming into the path of the other approaching vehicle, a black SWAT van.

A man in dark clothes but not a SWAT uniform was behind the wheel of the SWAT vehicle. The passenger side was flung open, and a woman wearing a gas mask and what appeared to be a pink wig, emerged, casually holding an aluminum baseball bat in one hand. She was of average height and build, and was wearing a black tee sporting a dancing pink skeleton and black leggings. Her body was suddenly enveloped in a strange, staticky-looking, bright blue glow.

Projecting her slightly husky voice to be heard over the mask, she called out, “Well, well, well. Was wondering if you’d bother to show. If you don’t mind stepping the fuck aside, left something that belongs to me here.” The woman motioned toward the man Monica had just incapacitated.
 
"you can metaphorically lick my ass, unless you're hot under the mask then you can non-metaphorically lick my ass some time, during your conjugal visits." She knew the super was a problem, probably a huge problem, but she had to make sure there wasn't a two front fight happening here. She rolled to the side, then launched the chain through the open passenger side door, trying to take out the driver of the subaru so she didn't have to deal with him. If the driver of the swat truck got out, she could always get in and run them over with the swat truck, but that was a problem for later. For now she called out, as the chain sailed towards the driver "just clearing the field so we can do this mano e mano"
 
“Wow. You’ve got a filthy mouth for a superhero,” the masked woman said. “To be fair, though, with the amount of pain I’m about to unleash on you, I’ll let a few naughty words slip.”

She strode toward Monica, bat vertical. “Name’s Mercy. It’s one of those ironic-type nicknames. You know, like ‘Tiny’ for a big dude.” She grasped the metal object with both hands and swung. “Not really into the whole concept.”

Monica feinted and ducked, missing the masked woman’s first attempts. The third missed more widely and smashed into the front of a parked vehicle. With the woman’s moderate size, the attack should have taken out a headlight and dented up the hood a bit.

Instead, the bat dug into the front end as if it were a steel girder that’d just fallen from some height, practically flattening the entire hood of the car and causing the whole car to shift. The alarm blared in both women’s ears.
 
Monica winced as she saw the damage the bat did to the car. This woman was powerful. At least as powerful as Monica herself. That was bad. It was also amazing. A real opponent. Still, she couldn't afford to get hurt as she needed to go to DC in a few days. She took advantage of the woman's monetary discombobulation as the bat slammed into the car, then lashed out with the chain. Incapacitating her would hopefully be a better plan than trying to beat her into submission.
 
The chain wrapped around the woman’s arms and midsection, nearly causing her to drop the metal bat. She let out a frustrated groan. “Buy a girl dinner first.” As Monica attempted to tighten the hold, though, she felt the chain growing slack and the strange energy surrounding the woman’s body turned whitish.

The loop of the chain seemed almost to float in midair for a second, creating just enough distance between it and the woman’s body for her to wriggle underneath it, then spring forward. “I’ve got bad news for you. You’ve never fought anyone like me before.” She took a another hard pair of swings at about shoulder height for Monica. On the second attempt, Monica brought her forearm up to connect with the inner forearm of her opponent and send the strike wide. There was an odd effect as she tried to impact the woman, like trying to push through a layer of water, but somehow, she managed to divert the attack.

Through a series of reckless swings, the woman had left herself open for a counterattack. Meanwhile, two men sporting uzis exited the rear of the SWAT vehicle and dashed over toward the man who hadn’t made it out in the Subaru.
 
Monica nodded. She had indeed never fought anyone like this person before. No Centauri probably had. It was honestly exciting to think about. She hoped it translated well onto youtube. Guess she'd see. She took a few dodges, letting the bat smash through another nearby car. She'd have to be careful, the woman seemed powerful. When she opened herself up, MOnica lashed out with a kick. The grapple wasn't going to do it, so this had to be pure beat-down.
 
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