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Elliot Freling "The Nightengale"

"I am the defender of the innocent. This is my city. Once more, evil will learn to fear the Night."

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a character in “A Pledge for Justice”, as played by XShishioX

Description

The Nightengale








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General Information

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♠Role♠
While the Nightengale is, in fact, on the side of justice, he does not lower himself to their petty ideals. This classifies him as more of an Anti-Hero. "While we defend the side of Justice, we will not play by the rules of the little pretend cops and haughty, arrogant lawmakers. Their game bores us. We detest it. If The Nightengale needs to kill someone, burn something down, or steal something important to ensure that the innocent civilians are safe, consider it done."

♠Gender♠ Male. "You couldn't tell? I'm insulted..."

♠Nickname(s)/Alias(es)♠ "The Thugs on the street always come up with such good ones. Let me think here..." The following is a list of names that Elliot has heard while patrolling: The Black Hand, The Silent Reaver, and The Black Ripper. "You forgot, 'Oh shit! It's him!' That one's my favorite." I suppose it is, isn't it.

♠Age♠ He's only 20, don't let him play coy with you. "Tsk tsk tsk, a man's got to keep some secrets, doesn't he?"

♠Face Claim♠ Hei, Darker than Black.




Appearance

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♠Height♠ "I suppose I'm tall enough." He's 5 feet and 11 inches tall, just short of 6 feet.

♠ Weight♠ "Just the right size, after all, I'm perfect." He weighs 177 lbs.

♠Build♠ "I could give you a closer inspection if you like." His build is lean and muscled, leaving no room for fat. His body is the result of constant training and as a result, Elliot can dole out quite a bit of damage while still being able to take a few hits.

♠Hair Color♠ "Hmm... I suppose it's just a boring black isn't it. Maybe I'll dye it, that'd drive mother crazy." Elliot's hair is black and smooth, but not particularly shiny. It's soft enough but not so soft as to make you think he does nothing but shampoo himself.

♠Eye Color♠ "My father used to say there was no determination in my eyes, now I would tell him that there is no fear." Elliot's eyes were blue, but as he's aged, they have become so dark that they appear black.

♠Scars/Tattoos "Well aren't you curious? Well? Am I allowed to answer?" I'll take care of this one, thanks. Elliot has a number of small scars all over his body thanks to his, Night Job. However, he won't tell you that he's too afraid of needles to get any piercings or tattoos. However, if you become close enough to him, Elliot might allow you to glimpse the scars on his back. He got them from bullies when he was younger. They're thick, ropey, knotted scars that like his back like notebook paper.

Description♠ "These are quite a few odd questions. How would you like it if I turned the magnifying glass on you, huh?" His features are sharp, but not overly angular. He has a handsome face and a kind smile often graces it, making him seem amiable and pleasant. His motions are smooth and practiced, as if he never does a thing he wouldn't mean to do. When he speaks, you listen. He has a naturally powerful speaking voice that makes you want to obey. Finally, when he goes out at night, he hides all traces of Elliot Freling.

♠Normal Clothing♠ "I'd like to think I'm well dressed." When off duty, Elliot likes to dress sharply in business casual. He usually wears well-pressed white or blue dress shirts, a charcoal black suit, and shiny black dress shoes. His suits are all tailored and fit him well, and he often pairs them with a sleek tie. When he goes to the dojo to practice, he wears your standard workout clothes: shorts, a tank top, and running shoes. Every so often, when he's not going to work or heading out to exercise, Elliot has been known to dress casually. He'll wear skinny jeans, graphic t-shirts, converse sneakers, and even hoodie sweatshirts. He likes to hide such purchases from his parents, lest they disapprove of his purchases.

♠Armor and Weapons♠ "I am particularly fond of it. It's so comfortable." Elliot has a skin tight, black combat suit that he wears when he goes out at night. It is reinforced with kevlar plates and carbon fiber to protect Elliot's vulnerable areas. It is thick enough to protect him from most gunfire, will stop a knife with relative ease, and dull the bite from most strikes. He wears lightweight, kevlar plated boots that go up to the middle of his calf and similar gloves that protect his hands from blades. He wears a black duster over the top of his armor and a belt on his waist that has clips for his gear and his chain. Finally, Elliot wears the haunting white, kevlar-ceramic mask. Further, Elliot has several weapons and tools that he relies on while fighting. Elliot only ever carries three weapons with him, but they are always on him, even when he isn't under the mask. The first two are a pair of special Kodachi, twin-edged short swords, with split blades. He is capable of using them in pairs or individually with relative ease. He received them from his sensei after completing his swordsmanship training. Next, Elliot carries, a bladed chain around his waist. This chain is capable of being used to disarm and strike his enemies. It has a latch to attach a singular Kodachi to one end to turn it into a spike chain. Elliot is well trained in its use. Elliot carries a utility belt around his waist that holds several tools. Inside the pockets, and clipped to the latches, Elliot has several pairs of handcuffs, smoke bombs, and chloroform gas grenades; a reuseable, single charge, prototype EMP device with a range of one mile; and a prototype grappling gun that has a small, but very powerful, winch inside it.




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Mentality


♠Quirks/Oddities♠ "This next bit is dull, oh well, what would you like to know?" Elliot is, not surprisingly, a bad singer. He's not tone deaf, but his voice is meant for speaking, not singing. Elliot has minor OCD and is a perfectionist at heart. Elliot loves to play games and becomes very competitive when they're mentioned. He becomes slightly cocky when complemented or praised, but he doesn't do so on purpose. He was never praised much as a child, so he doesn't quite know how to receive compliments properly yet.

♠Skills♠
Up Close and Personal/Armsman | Elliot is, frankly, an amazing combatant. He has had extensive training in Krav Maga, the Keysi Fighting Method, Karate, Muay Thai, Tae Kwon Do, and Tenshin Shōden Katori Shintō-ryū. While his teachers tried to get him to stick to only one discipline, saying that he could never master them all, Elliot proved them all wrong. He did it anyway. Afterwards, he sought out the most difficult swordsmanship dojo in the whole city and mastered its teachings as well. He left all his blood, tears, and sweat on those training mats, but in return, his teachers forged him into a warrior. It took them nine years but the effort shows. Elliot's personal fighting style could only be called beautiful in that it wastes no movement and leaves little openings for his opponents to exploit. It is neither elegant nor dexterous nor noble. In short, Elliot's style is simply destructive and efficient whether he's got weapons in his hands or not.

One Man Army/Put that Away | Frankly put, goons and cronies make Elliot laugh, trained or untrained. They're stupid, they're predictable, and most importantly, they're weak. Elliot could walk into a heavily fortified warehouse after one look at the floor plans, and walk right out as if he were a ghost. This boils down to a combination of stealth, intelligence, and tactics. His skills lend themselves well to infiltration and reconnaissance as well as full on assault. Further, though Elliot carries no firearms, he walks the streets with impunity. It might be his state of the art combat suit, it might be his weapons, or it might be the fact that guns don't scare him. Most would back down when staring down the barrel, but Elliot just laughs. Any idiot can carry a gun and feel big in the britches. Elliot knows that he's got the skill, know-how, and the tools to bring that gun out of your hand before the first shot has ever been fired.

Scary/Mediator | The Nightengale isn't exactly someone you'd take home for your mother to meet. The combination of his creepy mask, brutal efficacy, terrifying threats. and his ability to seem as if he's everywhere at once makes him one scary guy. Often times his fights are over well before they start. Elliot's voice, whether it's disguised as the Nightengale's or not, is powerful. When he speaks, you listen.

Bachelor/Lives on his Own | Elliot, surprisingly, can take care of himself even if he's not fighting. He works a steady job, gets good pay, lives in a nice apartment, and can feed himself without too much trouble. He's a decent cook, but it's nothing to write home about. His skills around the house and at his job were forged more out of necessity than genuine interest.

♠Likes♠ Sweet things | Playing games | Beating up thugs | His teachers at the Martial Arts school | His weapons | Cooking pizza | Eating | Sleeping | His mask | Watching silly cartoons | Playing pranks on people at the office | Yelling to strangers while in public | Dressing up for Halloween | Halloween | Making people smile | Proving his parents wrong | Working out | Training |

♠Dislikes♠ Bitter things | Spicy things | Idiots | People who don't respect their peers | People who undervalue his abilities | People who undervalue Martial Arts | Guns | Thugs | Racists | Money | Working at the Office | His boring job | His parents | Bullies | Rapists | Perverts | Loose Women | Eating something cold after eating something hot | Boring things | Being Bored |

♠Phobia(s)♠ Claustrophobic, he hates enclosed spaces where he can't move freely. It's not a fear, so much as it is an intense dislike. Coulrophobia, the fear of clowns. "I'll kill 'em all! If you honk your nose one more time I'll put that thing through your skull!"

♠Weakness(es)♠ Elliot is a physical fighter. He can only be a real threat once he's gotten up close and personal. That being said, though long range combat will throw him off his game, he does have a few ways to close the distance and get in your face. He won't harm the innocent. Period. Finally, he worries that someone will connect the dots and figure out that Elliot Freling is the Nightengale. He's terrified that someone will use his parents to get to him or vice versa. He doesn't want his father's company to go under for helping him out of a sticky situation.





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Under the Mask

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♠Real Name♠ "I am known as Elliot Freling, the son of the head of the Freling Conglomerate. I will also respond to Elliot, the Devilishly Handsome, and Elliot, Supreme Master of Suaveness." Just call him Elliot. His ego is big enough.

♠Personality♠ "Let's take a look here, shall we? I'd like to see what he says about me." Elliot is a very nice boy actually, even though his nighttime escapades have made him just the littlest bit cocky. Though he would 't tell you, he's really just a big softie. His heart aches when he sees people in trouble and he has a hard time just letting things happen when he isn't suited up. After all, the son of the head of the Freling Conglomerate shouldn't be seen fighting with the common rabble, the scandal it would cause would be immense. Regardless, outside of his, "Night Job", Elliot is actually very generous, very kind, and more than a little silly. He's got a wide smile that he often wears and is not very shy in public places, often acting out and being a goofball whenever he likes. This is not to say that he's completely out of control. Though Elliot speaks freely, and often very bluntly, he is always polite and well-mannered. Elliot is a stalwart defender of good, and his eyes carry no fear, even when he's not suited up. However, when Elliot suits up, he is nothing like his normal self. He is brutal, efficient, and coldly detached from the actions he takes while wearing the mask. "The Nightengale", is almost a second personality of Elliot's pushing him to defend justice and violently expel the filth that's invading his city. The Nightengale is condescending, cruel, and highly sarcastic. Elliot even makes sure to use a different voice when he speaks as The Nightengale, further perpetrating the idea that it's a second personality.

♠Family♠ "Yes, please do tell them about Mummy dearest and Father. It'll make their day to know someone's gossiping about them." Elliot has no siblings, just his mother, Annabeth, and his father, Drake. It's from them that he gets his strong features, his dark hair and blue-grey eyes as well as his natural good looks.

♠History♠ "I hate telling the story, you do it... It makes me want to vomit. I can't believe I was ever that weak." As you wish. Elliot is the son of the head of the Freling Conglomerate. It's a moderately successful firm that deals with investing in businesses. "Only moderately, ha!" The company is a form of advanced loan/investing firm that helps up and coming businesses get on their feet and then takes a small portion of the profits to reinvest and help out local charities over the next five years of the business' growth. As such, Elliot has had a relatively easy childhood, he has always had access to ample funds for sports and games, but never let the wealth go to his head. "It's hard to become cocky when you never receive praise." His teachers have always remarked upon how genial, generous, and kind he is, never seeming spoiled or snotty.

However, he was born into a loveless marriage. His parents, while amiable, were never truly in love with each other. They have each had numerous affairs, but neither will break off the marriage, due to the socioeconomic impact as well as the impact it would have on their son. "Sometimes, I wish they would have. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble. They could both be happy, successful entrepreneurs and I'd get two Christmases. Sounds good to me." Elliot has known since he was seven. However, that's not the end of poor Elliot's problems. As the son of a successful businessman, as a child who was not spoiled by his parents money, and as a genuinely gentle little boy, Elliot was bullied as a child. His tormentors weren't poor, they were also rich kids, his classmates at the various boarding schools he attended. They didn't stop with verbal or psychological abuse. They took his things, they beat him up, and they made him so afraid to be alive that Elliot was bounced around to different schools, only getting pounced on by the local bullies. "Those children were vile. I wish I had the authority to punish them for their heinous crimes. I bet their snobbishness and intolerance reflects on their business protocol. Such foolish and idiotic people." When Elliot turned ten, after seeing the way that locals were standing up to crime, being something bigger than themselves, Elliot decided he would change his entire life. Elliot asked his father for money, as he often did for sports or other toys, and Elliot's father didn't ask why. This time, Elliot took his money to a local martial arts studio, one that focused on brutal hand to hand combat. Elliot was tired of being bullied. He personally asked the teachers there to push him harder than they would push anyone else, to the point of endangering his own health. So they did. "Isn't that the understatement of the century. They almost killed me! Half of my scars are from those idiots. I can't say I don't love them all dearly though. They made me who I am, covered my shameful scars with proud ones. Now, I'm no longer a weakling. Now, I'm a warrior." Elliot learned quickly, and he excelled, often surpassing the expectations of his teachers and the efforts of the other students. His parents often asked what he was doing at such places, but Elliot just told them that he was learning for the sport of it, which his father endorsed heartily, said that it would turn Elliot into a man, that way they wouldn't have to keep sending him to different schools. "Father was always so impressed with my training, said it would turn me into a man, and yet he himself cannot bear to do the same. Such a coward. He bought us. It was the only strength he had. His money was his power and so he used it to make us love him. How foolish." When he finished his hand to hand training, Elliot found the thrill of weaponry, the primal joy of fighting with your life on the line. "It honestly makes crack look like child's play." He asked his teachers to refer him to a reputable school, so they did. Eliot was taken to the school where he would meet the biggest challenge of his life.

Elliot was kicked out of the school on his first day there. The teacher there called him a hack and said the dojo wasn't taking on students. "The old man is a genius. Though I hated him for not even testing my abilities before he dismissed me, I will respect him forever for his training. That night, he saved my life." Elliot, not to be deterred, stuck around after hours. The sensei dodged through the alleyways and led Elliot, though he didn't know it, to the lair of a mob boss. "I couldn't help it, an old man walking through THAT part of town? Suspicious at best." The boss had given the sensei a loan and was demanding more money than the interest on the loan was worth. When the sensei refused to pay, and offered them the building, the boss only laughed. The boss said that he had a better way for the sensei to repay him: train his men. Outraged, the sensei refused. However, the boss threatened his family, telling the sensei it was either them or him. "It was barbaric, completely and totally uncalled for. That boss deserved much more than the easy death I regret to say I let him have. He deserves to rot in hell until the end of time." Silent raged building up within Elliot, he lashed out, brutally attacking the boss's men, and forcing the boss to surrender the hold he had over the swordsmanship sensei's family before Elliot killed him. Expecting nothing, Elliot left once he was done, feeling good about himself, and reaffirming his belief that what he was doing was right. Just as he was about to leave, the sensei told him to wait, that he would train him. Elliot bowed simply, thanking his sensei, and left for the night. "The look of surprise in his eyes was hilarious. I thought he was going to lay an egg." Elliot showed up early the next day, helping his sensei to clean up the dojo, re-open the business, and bring in more, talented students. However, the sensei had eyes for no one but Elliot. He pushed him harder than he had ever pushed anyone. He trained him to be his very best student, good enough to start up his own school. "Once again, it should be noted that he TRIED TO KILL ME!" Once Elliot was done, he thanked his sensei and told him about his plans to be a hero. The old man said nothing, only handing Elliot the weapons he now carries. Afterwards, Elliot used some more money from his parents to put together his suit, his equipment, and enough cash to get on his feet and move out of the house. "The money doesn't even matter to them anymore. It's become so regular an occurrence that I could ask for dad's business and they'd say yes without a second glance. Still, I will never use their money again. I hate it. It ruined our lives." Elliot now lives in a studio apartment downtown and works his own job to pay for his expenses, though he does still work within his father's company. He's been fighting crime for a two years now, but never on any large scale. He stops small robberies, drug deals, and beatings when he can, but he knows that there's no real way to end the daily grind without drastic steps against the evil infecting the city.

Password: Corn Maze! WOOOOOOOOO!





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Nope. Everything should be explained, what do you think? "Looks like you got it all. Besides, of course, the fact that every compliment I gave myself was meant to be both sarcastic and self-deprecating."

So begins...

Elliot Freling "The Nightengale"'s Story

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The work day ended as it always had, mundanely. It ended with a sort of finality and dullness that was enough to make you shudder. It was terrifying how a whole ten hours of time could easily pass you by, as if you had no say in the matter. Regardless, as quickly as they came and went, they paid the bills, and that was the important part. They funded the Nightengale's war against organized crime in Cormick City. They paid for the repairs, the weapons, the tools, everything. Some men bought fancy cars, yachts, or life partners, but Elliot's only love was the satisfying crunch of a broken nose underneath the might of his own fist. There was something utterly breathtaking about being a hero. The way you walked taller, stood prouder, felt stronger, and lived more brazenly. It was exhilarating, it was like living with the blinders off. Elliot didn't need to care about social appearances outside of whether or not he was generally well liked. Who cared if he pissed someone off, every leg breaker they sent his way would be broken, every dirt digger confounded, and every cutthroat silenced. Elliot lived as if he had nothing to lose, and he didn't. However, that was only under the mask. Outside of it, he had an actual life, surprisingly enough.

Elliot trudged through the door of his high rise, studio apartment on the nicer side of town, slamming it behind him. He threw his keys at the wall and they clung to the magnet he'd hung in just the right spot. The various nail holes in the wall spoke to his efforts, and though they had been filled and painted over, one could still see that there had been several attempts at positioning it perfectly. Next, his suit jacket found its way to the coat rack, again via throwing; his tie hung haphazardly from the side of the laundry bin after it's own unexpected flight. Elliot sat in his chaise recliner next to the great big window that served as the south facing wall of his apartment. It had a fantastic view of the slums, docks, and city limits that most people would have cared not to see, but Elliot liked to be reminded. He liked to know that his job wouldn't be over, not for a long while. While it would have scared a lesser man, Elliot embraced the challenge, it made him salivate. Sighing, Elliot got up and made his way to the phone that hung from the wall in the kitchen. He called a local shop that he knew would provide excellent results. He picked white lilies, Blue Morning Glories, and silvery Pussy Willows. He directed that they be sent to a local café called "Fiery Grace", and that they he given explicitly to its owner, Luna. He then asked that they attach a note written in cursive scrawl that said, "Here's to hoping the ball won't be a complete drag. See you there, E." When he was done he smiled. "If I've done this right I'll make two women happy. Won't mother be pleased..." Elliot groaned to himself. That finished, Elliot set about making preparations for the night. He had a suit to get pressed, a car to be washed, and a million other things to do between them so he might as well get started.

Elliot grabbed both his suits. The combat one was placed in his workout bag along with all his other necessary tools and toys, while the charcoal black, three-buttoned Fioravanti custom fit suit with a matching dark blue vest and pocket square. It was, to say the least, a very nice suit, which meant he needed to take it to the store itself to ensure proper, quality cleaning and pressing. Elliot threw workout clothes in with his hero suit, and his black Dress shoes in a garment bag with his suit. They needed a polish. His things ready, and his list in his pocket, Elliot headed out the door and across the street to the parking garage where he kept his car. Elliot drove a Black Subaru BRZ, and while it was a sports model, it was by no means a Ferrari. He hopped in and threw his things in the back, starting up the car. As it roared to life, Elliot turned the radio to his favorite jazz station. Elliot loved jazz almost as much as he loved fighting. It made him smile. Elliot did his chores with mindless efficiency, picking up groceries, getting in a workout, and dropping off his suit without really thinking about it. It was only once those things were done that Elliot then turned his attention to the real goal. Elliot drove his car back home and changed in the ramp's bathroom. He strapped on his gear and placed his mask firmly over his face. The Nightengale had arrived. Elliot left the clothes and black bag in the trunk of his locked car and then turned to the stairs, heading to the top. Once there, Elliot smirked, feeling crazy.

He took aim with his grappling hook and fired, after a brief moment it found its mark and latched securely. Elliot felt a wild blast of courage stir in the pit of his stomach. "Time to fly!". He said, and with that he jumped, swinging from the ramp to a nearby fire escape. After he'd detached the hook, Elliot aimed and fired again, launching himself over the edge and traversing the city much more efficiently that through slow traffic. It was almost 5, Elliot had placed to be. He brought himself to the alley where he knew a local drug dealer was bringing a client something nasty. This wasn't the target though. Whatever that idiot put into his body was his own business, what Elliot wanted was the dealer's information. Word on the street was that a huge shipment was coming through and that every dealer in the city was in on it in some way. If Elliot could get his hands on that info, the Nightengale would be sure to make a visit. Elliot was sitting in the shadows, waiting for his prey, when something happened he hadn't expected. Instead of meeting with his client, the dealer had chased a girl into this particular alley. Elliot sighed, preparing himself to be the hero, when the girl decided that she was done being the victim. It shocked Elliot to see such a physically weak girl take on such a big guy. Further, the way she attacked his nervous system was both systematic and efficient, and slightly brutal. Whoever she was, this girl was after Elliot's own heart. He smirked as she relaxed in her victory, Elliot nodded slowly, she was good. She might have been weak, but she was quick and she knew where to hit. Just then, Elliot noticed something, she was searching the man's pockets. Did she know something he didn't? Sure enough, she pulled out a scrap of paper. That must have been it! Elliot slowly, and silently, clambered down from his place on the escape.

"Well,". Elliot said loudly, just enough to catch the little girl's attention, and with his voice disguised like he always did, raspy and creepy. "Color me impressed lass. Not everyone could fight the way you do. While the knowledge of pressure points is pretty dispersed, the method of finding them in the middle of a fight isn't so widespread. Not bad. Now be a dear and hand over that paper. I'd like to see it. You see, those drug dealers have business with the Nightengale, and it would be a shame for them to miss such an important meeting.". Elliot said. While his tone was casual, it was not relaxed to say the slightest. This was the way Elliot always had the Nightengale come off to civilians. He was cruel, but he wasn't a madman; he was cold, but not heartless; and most importantly, he was friendly, but not to be denied of anything he asked for. His words carried weight. You obeyed when he spoke.

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"Good afternoon Tim, i thought you would be dropping by so i already got it here, i even added a nice pastries just made this morning" Luna smiled brightly at the man, putting his order on the table then swerved around and headed back into the kitchen.

"Hey Marcus i'm taking my break" Luna said to her co-chef who just give her a big smile and a wink.
"Your the boss oh and a package came in for you" Marcus said then continued cooking as Luna went to the back to see beautiful flowers and a note. It was from Elliot. That's right they had that big politicians ball tonight. Ya! please note the sarcasm. Walking back into the kitchen Luna hung her apron and grabbed her bags and flowers.
"Actually it looks like i'm done for the day, there's this ball i have to go to for my brothers and i need to get everything ready" Luna sighed as she blew a kiss at Marcus and left the kitchen.
"See ya later Tim" Luna waved god bye then left the cafe, but not before telling Marcus to lock up and that he don't forget. Luna dug her keys out of her bag and unlocked her baby. A white 2013 ss camaro with black stripes on the front. She had it customized to make it reached speeds only legal in NASCAR. She through her bags in the back and started the engine. It roared to life and the constant purring made her relax as she sped off home. Luna's apartment was big but not overly expensive but she loved it. The elevator was boring and as soon as she unlocked her door and entered her apartment she swiftly changed into her armor.

She had heard of a drug dealing going down today and she wanted to be there, she may be new at being the Silver Assassin but she wasnt new at what she didnt as Silver. Luna had very little fear when it came to her being Silver. Now fully clothes Luna made her way to her porch and jumped off the building, free falling in the air. But as she neared a roof top seem used her grappling hook and clamped into onto another person's porch railing and swung gracefully onto the roof top. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she traveled by roof top to the place she need to be. Once she arrived she saw two figures and got down and crawled onto the ledge. She saw a small girl holding a piece of paper and a dark masked man. Silver needed that paper. In one swift motion Silver loosened some wire from her belt and flung the grappling hook at the opposite building and taking in a deep breath jumped from the roof, landing gracefully in between the two.

"Thanks" she said stoically as she grabbed the paper from the girl and clicked a button on her belt making the wire pulled her up as the belt pulled at it. She quickly made it to the roof tops, unhook the grapple and took off running. Only stopping to take a picture of the note with her phone then folded it back up and left it on the roof top with a silver bullet holding it down so it wouldn't blow away. Knowing thats all she came for Silver then disappeared into an alley and made her way home.

Once Luna arrived back home she took a shower and got ready. She curled her long silver white hair, the waves cascaded down her back as she applied a eye liner, mascara and dark red lip stick. Then she put on her red dress , silver bracelet and black ankle boots. Luna has never been the type of girl to over dress, she liked to keep it simple and elegant because she knew she looked damn hot. Then sat grabbed her laptop and went to her kitchen table and started studying the image on her phone and looking up all the drugs listed.

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Annabeth had turned to leave the alley once more, when suddenly a dominant voice echoed through the alleyway behind her. She knew that the message was directed at her, since when she turned around to see who had challenged her it was a rather lean, muscular tall man. She automatically felt 10 times colder than before and shivered feeling her face blush a little. She watched him approach her until he was only a few feet away from her person. Annie knew who this man was, she had seen his face, or really the mask he wore when fighting crimes and causing mischief as well throughout the city on the news. He called himself The Nightengale and he was a sort of anti-hero to civilians and to criminals. The Nightengale was willing to do anything to stop the evil and help the greater good and helpless victims of the city. However, as Annie stood in front of the famous vigilante she knew why so many feared him. He stood with a demeanor that you could tell that he was here to get down to business. The Nightengale's voice also sounded like he wasn't in the mood for games, yet he knew that she was a victim and didn't want to use force to get what he had came for, yet was willing to use it if it was in order to get the information that he needed from her.

Annie took a step back and was about to run for it, when all of a sudden another masked vigilante seemed to swoop down like a hawk and snatch the drug dealing information right out of her hand. Annie gasped and stumbled backwards ending up on her bottom on the ground. She looked up and saw the masked woman disappear over the rooftops. Annie quickly looked back at the Nightengale and realized now he didn't have what he wanted and now needed to get the information out of her. Annie quickly pushed herself up and ran out of the alley away from the Nightengale calling back, "I'm sorry sir!". She ran as fast as she could and quickly ran into the next alleyway that was on the other side of the building. She didn't look back because whenever a perosn in any movies were being chased they always made the mistake of looking back and ended up tripping, bumping into the person in front of them or getting caught somehow. She quickly srcambled into a small space behind the dumpster and slowed her breathing down which had escalated again into almost a panick attack. She didn't want to get hurt or...what had happened to her the last time she was chased into an alleyway by someone who was too strong for her to fight against. She breathed in small gasps and tried to calm herself down, trying to stay quiet and hidden.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin'

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The Nightengale walked coldly up to the little girl before him. She was by no means the type of thug that Elliot sent sprawling on a daily basis, and yet, she stood her ground. There was a fierce sort of pride in her eyes, like she wasn't going to let him scare her. She held the paper out to him, the outstretched hand giving away her only shield. "Easy now miss, I'm not going to hurt you. All I want is to know what it says on that paper. You could even keep it if you like. Just let me take a peek at it-". Elliot was cut off by the sound of wire running through a powerful winch reel. Elliot looked up, a woman with long hair swooped down from the top of a nearby building that Elliot himself had just descended from. She dropped gracefully to the ground snatched the paper from the girl's hand, and pressed a button on her belt as she began to run. A second wire pulled the woman straight into the air and over the top of the next building over. Within five seconds she had appeared, gotten what she needed, and vanished. Elliot wasn't sure if she was a hero, or a villain, but she needed pursuing.

"Shit!" Elliot swore, forgetting to disguise his voice for just a moment. His hand immediately flew to the grappling gun at his hip, but the woman was long gone. Elliot sighed, turning back to look at the little girl before him, who was so surprised that she fell over. Elliot had to stifle a chuckle. It was rather funny. He stepped forward, offering the girl his hand to help her up. That's when she decided she didn't want to be there anymore. Elliot sighed, hanging his head for a moment, looking rather comical, as if he'd just been stood up. They always run. "Just hold on a second miss, I just wanna talk to you!" Elliot called after her taking a few steps forward, his voice disguised once more. She too had rounded to corner and headed off as well, leaving Elliot completely alone. Elliot sighed. He turned to the side, there was the sound of laughing. An old beggar man was pointing at him and laughing, he had obviously seen the whole thing. "Lookie there! That big shot Nightengale just got taught a lesson! Hihihi, where's a camera when you need it, eh Borris?" There was no one else there with him. Elliot tilted his head sideways. "Say what you will old timer, but no one will believe you. After all, I'm just a passing Nightengale." Elliot pulled out his grappling gun and swung his way up to the top of the next building over. He was trying to find traces of the woman who had stolen the paper when something shining in the sun caught his eye. He walked over to it and knelt to analyze it. It was a silver bullet, and beneath it was the note with the drug dealer's meeting place and time. Elliot pocketsd both. Not only did the Nightengale get to storm a dock warehouse and thrash the trash inside, but that other woman knew as well. Perhaps there would be an opportunity to repay that silvery haired woman who had made Elliot look like a fool. Elliot smirked under the mask. The docks after dark was Elliot's new place to kick ass. He shivered with anticipation. It was gonna be fun.

Elliot walked over to the edge of the building and jumped. Halfway down, Elliot fired the gun once again, once it was securely anchored, Elliot slung himself back up into the air before landing on a fire escape. He reeled the gun once more and clambered down the rickety old escape with a few flips here and there for fun. Elliot walked down the alleyway feeling much better about himself. His chores were done and he got to go home and get dressed so he could see the one person in the city who was even close to a match for him. While others could be said to be stronger, faster, or smarter, only Luna shared his gift for sarcasm and wit. Not to mention, she was an excellent dance partner. Halfway down the alley, Elliot stopped. Muffled breathing caught his attention followed by whimpering. A hostage? A victim? Regardless, this person needed Elliot's help. He followed his ears to a dumpster up against the wall. He threw open the lid to find nothing there. Sighing, he closed the lid and walked over to the side of the dumpster and bent over to find the girl from earlier hiding in the crawl space behind the dumpster. "Ahh, here you are." Elliot said. Though his voice was disguised, he tried to sound comforting and gentle. "Relax sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you. I found the paper, see?" Elliot said reassuringly, and flashed the little slip of white so she could see he wasn't going to interrogate or beat her. "Now why don't I help you out of there and we send you home? Sound good? After all, this isn't a nice place to be, and after dark, it's only going to get worse." Elliot offered the little one his hand, trying to be polite and gentle.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Ryan Lee Watson "Hidden Ace"

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BRRRRRIIIINNNNGGG!

The heavenly sound marked the end of another boring day at a typical public high school. Students eagerly got up and chatted their way out the door about the events of the Friday night that awaits them. Parties, sleepovers, drug dealings…

Okay, maybe the last one is not on most of teenager’s lists but it is on the particular guy still sitting dazed on his desk.

“Ry-Ryan.”, the small crackly voice snapped the daydreamer out of his wake. He glanced up towards the beholder of the voice, an equally small and crackly looking kid with matted red hair, bulging brown eyes, and fidgety disposition; like a squirrel that got a hold of too much energy drinks.

“Um, h-hi Mac.”, Ryan stood up and quickly looked around the classroom, no one was there. “What’s up?”

The squirrel started heaving and staring intently at something on the floor. He puffed out, “The crystals.” he looked up with a deranged look on his eyes, and said “Do you have the crystals?”

The desperation in this guy’s voice was sad to Ryan, but it wasn't as sad as his own situation. Known as the charismatic class clown of the school, he was the nice guy that made everybody’s day. Sure his grades were below average at best, but his random acts of kindness and his genuine seeming smiles made him a people favourite from day one. All the girls in the school at least once had a crush on him (though no relationships formed because of his confusing niceness to everybody but still labelled ‘cute’) and all the guys either look up to him or try to be him. Of course, no one ever succeeded on how he emulates such a cool, mysterious aura with an outgoing, funny personality. A feat that pales in comparison in light of how he could hold such a high status; in the same school that also knows of his low one.

“Ryan? You mean that nice kid dealing with those druggies? Impossible!” would exactly be the reactions of the teachers and students of the school if told about the dark side of the role model’s dealings. Their blissful unawareness is just part of a strategic plan though. The knowledge of his secret drug exchange was solely for the school’s outcast and crack heads. With their reputation already ruined, no one would ever believe them if they piped up about the real truth about the ‘good guy’. Besides they wouldn't want to if he had the sweetest and strongest drugs that could satiate their unending hunger for the high. This was all hard work for Ryan, our mastermind, because associating publicly with this group is a big no-no for his image and meetings had to be carefully conducted with all potential prying eyes, especially security cameras, off. However, the money is worth it, with a good day of trade paying off a month’s rent. A nice side job with a high price.

Ryan chuckled and carefully patted the sophomore’s shoulder while making slight move to the exit. “Haha, there there, easy big guy. Hit me up tomorrow and it’ll be ready for ya.” The squirrel quickly chirped in protest. “Tomorrow? TOMORROW?! WHAADDYA MEAN TOMORROW?!” the creepy rodent was getting more and more agitated by the moment, “I WANT IT NOW!!!” he roared and with that he hurled himself on Ryan. Not so fast…

In a split second and a sickening crack, the flying squirrel slumped to the floor. One brat. Exterminated.

The black haired boy quickly tossed the small body on his shoulder and went to the office. He dropped it off on one of the chairs where the secretary fussed over the scene.

“Ohmygosh Ryan! What happened?”

“Don’t worry Mrs. Reynolds. He just fainted, he should come around soon. Y’know Mac, he’s pretty prone this kind of things. But sorry I can’t stick around for long though, I have to pick up my little sister.”

“Oh yes yes, go on now.” the plump frumpy woman still was poring over the unconscious victim, “What a poor poor sickly boy.”

"What a poor poor fella indeed." Ryan smirked as he left out the door.

Two figures walked down the deserted streets of the slums. They were a rather peculiar pair, with the girl so tiny like a little white mouse and boy so tall and darkly-dressed like a big black cat. They stepped over littered waste while their shadows danced in front of the cracked pavements. They were strangely at ease at such a dangerous place. The place where all the evil and shame of the city became, this was their home.

“Ry-Ry,”the little blond girl holding onto her brother’s hand had a serious tone, “Why when I look for you at night you’re not in your bed?” Ryan almost choked in his own spit. “Um…” he looked at her questioning red eyes. Crap crap crap. What do I say? I rob rich people’s homes, deal drugs, and run around in that cat mask you made me! What fun, isn't it exciting? No, no, no, no….that won’t do. Gah...think think think!

Quickly sensing her brother’s discomfort she played up the situation. “Oh I get it. Your sneakin’ out aren’t ya?” Ryan gulped. Crap it’s over, she knows everything. Mila giggled in delight and squealed “You has a grrllfriend!” What. What. What. He stood stunned for a second contemplating the stupidity of the possibility. How could I even..?

He stopped thinking when he saw the girl started sniffling. “I thought you were always gonna be there because sometimes I get scared. I was scared sometimes ‘cuz I don’t know what happens to you. But in the morning your there so I thought it was a dream. But sometimes I thought the monsters gonna get you. Sometimes I’m scared they’re gonna take you away forever.”

Tears soon trickled down her pale face while her small frame shook against the cold wind. Her appearance was undoubtedly different from other kids her own age, or others in general. The unnatural whiteness of her skin, her red eyes, and light hair marked that she had a congenital disorder, albinism and her immensely short height, the cause of her premature birth. Looking at her reminded Ryan of her fragile and delicate state that needed much more protection than others.

It's because you have such a strong personality that sometimes I forget. Ryan walked over and hugged his little sister until the whimpering noises stopped and then carried her on his back towards the path home.

The sun was almost going down and with night fast approaching, the surroundings would be too precarious for the both of them. He soon hastened his steps when he suddenly came upon a rare scene in an alleyway. Though he could not see the tall figure's frontal side. The distinct creepy voice and mask belonged to none other than..the Nightengale?! What is he doing here? Though it was late, it was much too early for any good-doers to be roaming the area. Ryan knew that for sure.

He watched as the masked man helped up a weak-looking young woman, no doubt a damsel in distress. Che, I heard he was player. But I didn't know he picked up lasses from around these parts too. Ryan turned to leave with his sister's squirms signalling that she'll soon wake. "Curiosity killed the cat after all." and he especially didn't want to be killed any time soon.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin'

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Elliot smiled gently underneath his mask, though the girl obviously couldn't see it, he hoped it might make him sound friendlier. However, when she opened her mouth, Elliot's grin all but vanished. "Please-" she cried, obviously upset. Something was very wrong. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself perhaps. "I don't wanna get-" She took another breath, this one was on the verge of sobbing. Was the Nightengale's mask that scary? "R-ra-ra-ra-" she breathed in slowly, unable to finish the word, but Elliot knew where it was going. He was right. She was a victim. The last vestiges of his smile disappeared entirely. "Again!" She finished, shutting her eyes tightly and covering her head with her arms, terrified. Elliot gently extended his hand, placing it gently on her shoulder, comforting.

For what was probably the first time ever, the Nightengale spoke in a gentle tone telling her to calm down and relax. He had found the paper there was no harm done. He then went on to say he was going to take her home and that she didn't want to stay there since bad people were coming out. She knew what he meant and timidly placed her hand in his outstretched, and noticeably bigger, hand and let him help her out. She stumbled and fell into the Nightengale shivering from being so cold and still a bit nervous. Elliot smiled, placing his hands under her arms and helping her to stand on her own. He smiled. "There, that wasn't so hard." He said, letting his own true voice through instead of disguising it. He hoped he wouldn't sound quite so scary. "Now, where can I take you? I'll be your escort this evening." Elliot said, his voice soothing and calm. Instead of talking, the girl pointed to a billboard. It was an adoption advertisement. This little one was an orphan, and sick to boot. She had to use an inhaler to help breathe in the cold air. That was when Elliot noticed it. though it was fall, winter's chill had come early. She was so cold. Elliot chuckled, removing his jacket as they walked, and placing it squarely on her shoulders. "It's a bit big, but it should help you stay nice and warm. Keep it." Elliot said, looping her arm through his, the pair continued walking. If not for their difference in size, posture, and outfits, the pair might have been confused as lovers. Elliot felt himself blush under his mask. She was pressed so tightly against him, as if her life depended on him. Elliot shuddered to think that it actually might.

The more they walked, the more Elliot felt his heart break. Victims like these were why Elliot became the Nightengale. By dirtying his own hands with blood, Elliot hoped that he could create a city that nurtured innocent souls like the one desperately clinging to his arm. Elliot Freling could do nothing for these people, however, at least the Nightengale could take out their trash. Finally, after a short while, they arrived that the orphanage. Elliot had to suppress a chuckle. The smaller boys were pointing at him excitedly behind the windows, pressing their faces against the glass, as if to see him better. Leaving the girl on the front step of the only orphanage in town, Elliot knelt down in front of the girl he had saved and smiled. He placed his hand on top of her head, sliding it down gently to cup her face, and for a moment, he simply looked at her. He stared deeply into her eyes. Though they were soft, victim's eyes, there was a strength there he hadn't noticed earlier. This girl might just make something of herself. Next, Elliot's hands found hers. He took them both, as a parent might for their child on the first day of school. "Thanks for walking with me." Elliot smiled. "Unfortunately this is where I have to leave you. Be good for me while, I'm gone, eh? No more scary alleys?" Elliot asked, the girl didn't speak, but she nodded vigorously. "That's my girl." Elliot said, before standing up and firing his grappling gun at the nearest building, flinging himself off into the night. He didn't realize but it was late, he needed to hurry if he wanted to get to the ball in time.

Elliot had to rush to make it, but he managed to get home, shower, shave, clean himself up, and got dressed in his nicest suit, which had been brought back from the store pressed and dry cleaned. Though it struggled for a moment, Elliot even managed to put a slight game on his hair. Though it was still long, it no longer looked as if he'd just woken up. If Elliot had to say so himself, he guessed he looked... dashing, actually. Elliot locked his apartment behind him and flew down the stairs, hero tools, suit, and a new black duster in his workout bag. Elliot slung the whole thing into his trunk and made his way to the ballroom as quickly as he could. Luckily, he was just in time to be fashionably late. Mother would be so pleased.

Elliot handed his keys to the valet, with strict instructions to park it in the ramp next to the building, not the attached parking lot. Elliot wanted to be able to jump through a window, into the lot, and leave over the top of a building at a moment's notice. After his car had been taken care of, Elliot mingled. He met with a few politicians, converse politely, and have the overall impression of being both knowledgeable and wise beyond his years. While the men enjoyed his banter, the ladies in attendance couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Who was he? Was he making jokes with the mayor? He was seen next to THE Drake Freling, head of one of the wealthier companies in Cormick. Who was he? The attention made him nervous. The feeling of being watched from all angles was particularly sickening, but Elliot persevered with dignity. After a few toasts, the commemoration of some event, and the invitation by the hosts to enjoy themselves, Elliot found himself incredibly bored. While the other guests were all conversing, Elliot was sulking by the lunch bowl. He was trying to get the boy serving it to let him spike the bowl when Elliot head something scary than explosions, gunfire, and a mob boss's screaming granddaughter combined. It was the sound of stiletto heels followed by his name. "Shit..." Elliot muttered under his breath. "Elliot Freling you come here right this moment!" The party seemed to pause, all eyes turning towards the black haired woman in an equally exquisite black dress. The horror currently approaching Elliot, was his mother, Annabeth Freling. The most terrifying woman Elliot had ever met. "Elliot come over and greet your mother!" It all made sense now. That boy was Elliot Freling, the son of Drake and Annabeth Freling. His connections explained, Elliot's painstakingly crafted reputation was in tatters. the party continued as if nothing had happened, and the general noise of chatter and music once again filled the hall. "I've been looking for you since the ball began. Now don't tell me you've been here this whole time? I thought you were going to come incredibly late and make a spectacular entrance! I guess the nuances of high-class parties are lost on you." Elliot's mother lectured. "I digress, since you're here, I need you to dance with me. Your father is busy chatting with other businessmen and won't dance with me." Elliot shuddered. "We'll, if you won't dance with me, at least go dance with the Hunter's daughter". Mrs. Freling commanded. "The two of you will look lovely together and then I can convince your father to join me." Elliot sighed, "Yes mother." Elliot said plainly, as if his soul had left his body.

Elliot scanned the party until he found her. A bright red dress was hardly subtle, but that was never the way Luna did things. Elliot smiled. She did look very nice. Elliot walked up to her, gently taking her hand within his own. "May I have this dance?" Elliot asked, much to the excitement of the girls around her. The two walked to the edge of the dance floor and began to waltz, keeping themselves in time with the beat of the music. "Sorry about that." Elliot apologized. "You know how mother gets..." Elliot sighed. "On the other hand, you do look very nice tonight. I couldn't want for a better partner either." Elliot said, leading Luna into a spin that she executed effortlessly. The music began to speed up. No one else was dancing now, it was just Elliot and Luna. The party had stopped to watch them. The two danced together as if they had been all their life. Elliot led Luna through graceful spins, leaps, and slides, showing her off to the room as if she were a princess, and in turn, she made his job easy. She was, Elliot had to admit, an excellent dancer. The two spun together, faster and faster with the beat of the music, which climbed higher and higher into a multitudinous crescendo before stopping suddenly, the dancers quitting just as abruptly, perfectly in time with the music. When Elliot's senses returned to him, he noticed he was only inches away from Luna. They were standing perfectly together in the finishing position of the dance. Elliot stared into her eyes and, smiling, broke contact. All was silent. Then, Elliot broke their position, and held Luna's hand high in the air. The hall erupted into roaring applause, thunderous was the sound of their approval. Elliot smiled, letting go of Luna's hand, and gestured as one might to let her take the first bow. She curtsied politely, turning to Elliot, who bowed at her signal. Elliot smiled, however, he felt his stomach drop as be noticed the time. It was already ten, the old clock tower began to ring. Elliot turned to Luna and excused himself. "Time to go. It seems I'll turn into a pumpkin if I stay any longer." He chuckled. "That was most enjoyable. Thank you for being such a wonderful partner." Elliot called after her as he rushed to the men's restroom. Once inside, Elliot jumped through the window and flew through the air, landing on the parking ramp next to his car. "How convenient," Elliot chuckled.

The clock had not even finished chiming by the time Elliot was gone, and the Nightengale was out to play. He slung himself up to the rooftops, and ran over his shingles path, swinging on his grappling gun whenever necessary. However, just as Elliot was closing on the warehouse at the docks, he stopped. He was being followed. Elliot's hands flew to his knives, and he turned around ready to fight, only, it wasn't a hired thug. Elliot was being followed by that silver haired girl who took his paper earlier. He sighed, putting the knives away and disguising his voice. "Ahh, I remember you. Stealing isn't very nice you know. I've tied grown men to light posts for less. I suppose you're heading to the after party at the docks as well. Do what you can, but stay out of my way." Elliot finished, tilting his head sideways. "If you keep me from doing my duty, I'll kill you myself. Got it? For now, just keep up." Elliot finished, and took off running once again with a swish of his long coat. After a while, Elliot stopped once more. He held out his hand, arm at a right angle from his shoulder, closed fist. A signal to stop. Elliot pointed. "Guns on the rooftops. Our friends are learning. Having those eyes poked out could serve quite nicely. We'll take it in equal parts. You use that thing on your back to get rid of the not-so-friendlies up here, and I'll do what I do best in the darkness down there. Though I'm sure this goes without saying, stay hidden. Muzzle flash at night is a great way to get yourself killed." Elliot said. Though he didn't want to sound like he was barking orders, there was no time to take his new friend out to dinner first. "I suppose the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I'm the Nightengale. See you on the flip side." Elliot mock saluted before jumping from the roof. Halfway down, Elliot fired his grappling gun, swinging down behind a large stack of boxes. Safely on the ground, Elliot drew up a plan, quite a simple one really. All he had to do was keep to the shadows, use smoke when necessary, and be just sloppy enough to keep the eyes up top trying to find you. It'll keep them off his gunnie while she targets the rooftop snipers. Just in case, Elliot pulled out a single remote control EMP charge and slapped in on the side of a nearby box. If Elliot clicked the button on his belt, the electrical systems for a mile around it would short, giving Elliot precious darkness, should the need arise.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger"

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Just over fifty men in total. This was the armed force for the evening. Snipers posted on the roof provided cover for the ground team. The bulk of the guards were sporting shotguns, automatic small arms and pistols, your standard load out for well supplied criminal enterprises. Recon of the area noted several speed boats nearby, no doubt intended for a hasty getaway should that be required. It didn't take long for The Captain to sneak down to the pier and disable the two guards near the boats silently before he jerry rigged the boats with a few grenades. With the detonator in his pocket he could detonate them at any time.

So he moved back to surveillance, he caught sight of a few kids skating around on roller blades. For a brief second he mistook them for playful children out too late but he'd heard of this gang before. Hardly able to call them that, more like kids with a bad streak in them. John felt bad for the kids, for whatever reason drove them to crime to ruin their lives so early when they have their whole lives ahead of them was a shame. Regardless he had a job to do and if they tried to intervene tonight would be the night they would learn what crime got them.

The Captain was almost ready to move in, he was going to sneak in through the roof and start with the snipers when he caught something he did not expect. Two individuals arrive don the scene, stopping on one of the nearby rooftops overlooking the docks. One he recognized as the masked vigilante The Nightengale, the other was a complete mystery to him. A woman with long silver hair with a large sniper rifle, the make and model of which Cap couldn't identify at this range. He watched as the two spoke for a brief moment before The Nightengale leapt off the rood effortlessly and the woman got into position, taking careful aim at the snipers on the roof. John added this new development into his tactical appraisal before altering his plan of attack.

He no longer need to start on the roof and deal with the snipers nest since there was already a counter sniper in place. From what little he knew of how Nightngale worked he was a shadow fighter, not a stand up soldier. Fortunately that served The Captain perfectly. He could operate as The Nightengale's equal and opposite. One fighting from the shadows with lightning fast attacks, the other shooting right down the line and bringing the fight to the enemy. Between the two of them drug dealers muscle stood little chance. Especially with the safety net of a sniper posted just outside.

Satisfied with his current plan The Captain moved in. Carefully sneaking around the back via the rooftops of the surrounding structures he scouted for the best entry point. An unused fire escape and accompanying window would work well. Cap judged the gap he would have to jump with a readying breath. These aerial leaps were not necessarily his forte but the supreme condition of his body did allow him to be surprisingly agile for a man his size. He sprinted forward, shield strapped to his back and leapt out into the night air. His gloved hand reached out and found cold metal. He gripped the last rung of the fire escape landing and pulled himself up.

Once on top of the metal set of stairs he looked down at the drop he almost took with a shake of the head. At least four stories, that would've ended his night early. Cap turned back to the mission and began to ascend the fire escape, carefully not to go stomping up the metal ladder and alert any guards. He reached the window in under a minute and slipped in, dropping to the floor quietly. He could hear voices in the distance, the thugs causally talking amongst themselves from all over the warehouse.

Cap did a quick scan of his immediate surroundings as he took cover behind some crates and readied his shield. He had no idea where Nightegale was but he didn't want to spoil the vigilante's element of surprise so he held position and waited. He'd let the shadow fighter strike first before he moved in. The heroes would pin the enemy between the dagger and shield, leaving them nowhere to run.

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Annie held onto the vigilante and shivered as she felt like he was a bit too mysterious for her. She felt something on her shoulders and looked down and saw his jacket around her body. She felt the warmth that the coat contained from being on his person and it felt nice and cozy. It was rather large on her small person as he had stated to her calmly, but it did its job of keeping he warm just fine.

She slowly started to stop shivering and felt more comfortable as he escorted her back to her home. Annie glanced a few times up at the man, then quickly away blushing. She wanted to know why his voice sounded so deep and raspy at times. She thought that it seemed odd for a man to have a voice like that all the time as their natural sounding voice. She didnt want to ask and knew he say something like it was natural.

As they neared her home, or what she called home she felt tired and knew tht she would definitely need some rest before she went out to the deal going down at the bay at midnight. She yawned and felt lucky that she ha let him escort her home, since the sun was nearly down and the streets were dark now. Annie saw some of the younger boys and girls in the windows watching the orphan and hero approach the stairs as if they knew each other. She giggled quietly and blushed as they pressed themselves on the glass.

Annie took a step onto the stoop of the orphanage and she turned around to see the Nightengale kneeling before her and gently carressing her face. She blushed and smiled shyly as she looked at the eyes of the mask, wishing to look into his real eyes, wondering what color they really were. Annie then felt her hands in his and held them back lightly. He told her to be careful and be good for me, to stay away from the alleys and that he had to go now. Annie simply nodded at all his requests and he said, "thats my girl." suddenly he shot a grapling gun and attached it to a building stood and shot off and disappeared over a building. Annie watched him till he was out of sight and she smiled giggling as she went inside the orphanage.

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later that night, annie awoken from a long nap and rushed to get into her hero dress. Se pulled out of the pocket of her coat a red and black masquerade mask and tied it around her head and onto her face. She crawled out if the window and onto the fire escape. She touched the side of the dress and made sure that she had he inhaler in it and felt it in the pocket. She continued to run through the streets and she hitched a ride on the backs of some cars and within a few minutes, she arrived at the docks, on the back of a UPS truck. Jumping off it she ran to a pile of crates that were against the side of a building. She quickly jumped on them and lifted herself up and onto the top of the warehouse and hid behind a a big AC unit. She peeked out from behind it and noticed a man with a rifle in his hands pacing the roof as a sort of look out.

Annabeth sighed and reached into her pocket for her inhaler and took a small dosage quickly. She looked around the other roofs of the other buildings. However when she looked over at one rather far away from her, she noticed that there was a black figure that was different looking from the guards...Annie wondered if it could be...no she shook her head and looked back at the guard on the roof with her. She quickly went on the ground and found a small pebble and tossed it lightly to her left. The man lifted his head up and walked over holding the gun more firmly. She crouched down and waited for his back to be to her. When he walked by her and didnt noticed her she pounced and pinched hard on a vein in his neck holding her hand over his mouth. She couldnt hold the man up so he sorta just fell out of her hands and onto the roof. Annie sighed panting and took his gun and find it behind the AC unit. Across the way She saw the Nightengale, she was sure it was him, swoop down and into the darkness below in a loading dock. She then saw the silver lady who'd stolen the paper from before get into a position on the roof to attack the snipers. Annie didnt have any grapling hooks and the sniper in her area was taken care of, so she slowly jumped back down and into the pile of crates and boxes. She was behind the warehouse now and saw a man coming her way. She became silent and still and as he walked past she pounced again on him and held her hand over his mouth. Unfortunately he was much larger and stronger...mustve been why he had not had a gun with him. Instead he had a knife and he swung the knife at her. She glared at him and he punched her arm rather hard making her yelp softly. The man yelled once saying, "Guards!" then Annie managed to pinch the vein and instantly knocked him out then took the knife and slit the throat letting him bleed out. She hard someone running towards her and she ran into a warehouse. 

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Silver grumbled to herself as she readied her rifle. The silencer was already in place and the gun was loaded.
Stay out of my way, your only a girl, stay in the background and out of the way. Luna had heard those things so many times while she was in the army but all of that changed on her first mission. There was a reason her nickname was Monster. She counted about 20 rifle men, 5 on the east bound, 6 on the north, 5 west and 4 northeast and with ease shot each one of them down. Luna had always been fast on the trigger and always hit her target.
Two minutes later there was now 0 riflemen atop the roofs.
It was almost completely silent until Silver heard the muffled cry of a guard. It seemed 3 guards close by had noticed to. And were closing in fast. She saw a shadow run into the warehouse, the men following behind it.
'Idiot' Silver thought as she used her grappling hook and swooped down in front of the men, blocking their way. Before they could get a word out Silver cut one's throat, electrocuted another with her tazer glove and now had the throat of another tide tight with wire. She placed her tazer gloved hand on the wire and the electricity traveled through the wire and into the man. Mostly likely frying him from the inside out like his buddy. She then slit the two other guards throats and with some difficulty moved their bodies behind a dumpster and placing garbage bags over top of them. Silver then slid into the shadow's, maneuvering around boxes and other garbage until she was standing 2 feet away from the Nightengale.
"Dont freak out its just a short term partner in crime" she whispered so only he could here. Incase he reacted the wrong way Silver held up her knife so if he was to turn around it would be at his throat.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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Lilith crouched down on a rooftop near the meeting place of the drug deal. No one had arrived yet, as the sky had just started to dim, signaling the coming night. Making sure she wasn't seen, she stood up and gazed at the intended meeting spot. From her vantage point, she could see the entire place in front of her, and a couple warehouses. She could tell where safe spots were immediately, in case this got ugly and needed cover from bullets. She quickly mapped out possibly escape routes in her mind, in case she needed a quick getaway.

She checked the small digital watch on her wrist. The deal wouldn't be happening for a couple hours. For now she had time to kill. She familiarized herself with the location further, which took about a half hour. After that, she settled down against a natal column on the rooftop, leaning against it and closing her eyes. Resting would be a smart thing to do for the oncoming scrimmage. She drifted off to sleep -- if that's what you could call it. She would still be on alert, and even the slightest sound could awaken her.

She woke up to the sound of faint voices. By now it was twilight, the sky a mix of colors. Immediately she crouched low and looked over the side of the building. There were men with long black bags being stationed on the surrounding roofs. One such sniper was using the fire escape to climb onto the roof she was on. With her agile reflexes, she ran to the other side of the building and jumped, landing on the adjacent roof. She landed with a roll to cushion the impact. She quickly hid behind a generator. She watched as the sniper carefully took out his gun and assembled it, each piece being attached one by one. Staying in the shadows, she clambered over the gap between the two buildings. It was fortunate the rifleman didn't notice. He was humming a tune as he worked, checking the scope to see if it was functioning.

Shade snuck behind him, her footsteps muffled. Her hands went straight to his head, one gently clasped under his chin, and the other on the tip of his head. By the time he noticed her touch, it was too late. With a quick jerking motion, she twisted his head and broke his neck. She let his body fall with a dull thud. Her eyes scanned for more snipers, and counted 25. She let out a quiet whistle. That was quite a heavy set of firepower for something like a drug deal. She killed four more snipers who she saw as a threat. She would've killed them all, though it doing so would have expended too much energy.

As the fifth sniper fell lifeless to the ground, she heard more voices. Was the deal about to begin? Looking down, she saw two people with masks. One had dark hair and was obviously a male, while the other had long flowing silver hair. For a moment, she wondered how the young woman's hair came to be that color, but quickly dismissed it as another more important thought came to mind. They were heroes. Despite herself, a smile spread on her face. This night was going to be interesting.

She saw a well muscled man run into a warehouse, and soon after that, a young woman with a small stature chased in by guards. In no time, the snipers on the roof were taken care of by the silver haired lady. So many heroes in one place, it was simply outstanding. Was there ever a better time to take them out?

Shade stayed on the roof, sitting cross legged on the rim of the building. From there, she had an unobstructed view of the events that were about to unfold. For now she would wait, either for a perfect moment to catch one of them unawares, or one to come to her. She knew it was crazy to take them on all at one. She might be able to beat two, but anymore than that would be suicide. She wasn't worried at all though, she had many, many tricks up her sleeve.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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Behind a stack of boxes, Elliot waited and waited. Though he knew it was only mere moments, the seconds passed like ages. Each tick of the clock felt like years, decades, centuries of waiting. Finally, behind the safety of his cover, Elliot heard the sound of a gunshot. She was starting. "Time to go." Elliot muttered to himself. In order to keep the snipers off of Silver's back, Elliot had to make himself a more tasty target. He pulled the smoke bombs from his belt and chucked them in three separate directions, making big, chalky clouds of dust. The snipers' eyes were drawn to the clouds, as well as the explosion made during their creation. At that, Elliot booked it, he ran from cloud to cloud, keeping the snipers trained on him so they would never see Silver's muzzle flash. Even though Elliot was running as though his life depended on it, some of the armed thugs got in his way. His father had always told him it was better to start early, so Elliot killed them. Some were stabbed in the throat, dying soundlessly in seconds, others had their necks broken, and others still made the mistake of shooting at Elliot. Those last idiots were decapitated. Elliot pulled his bladed chain from its place at his belt. The razor sharp whip found it's way around the necks of those who were unfortunate enough to shoot. All Elliot had to do was pull.

After roughly 20 shots, Silver stopped and all was still. "Must be finished." Elliot smirked to himself. He finished off the rest of the ground troops that were stationed outside with relative ease. All relatively soundlessly. The only ones who made noise, were the ones that Elliot allowed to cry for help. Elliot was no fool. He didn't simply run around killing people uselessly. He used bodies as bait, used the screams of some to attract the others. They never even saw his face. Elliot was in and out like a shadow's worst nightmare. By the time he was finished, his kill count must have been up to the mid twenties. He's stopped counting after nineteen. He stopped behind a stack of boxes near the back of the warehouse. Elliot looked around, checking his in. While the inside was no doubt more heavily forticated, the front door was also bolted shut. There was only one way out, and it would most likely be covered with guards. Time to do something sneaky. Elliot ran over to the outside circuit panel on the south side of the building. He stopped for just a moment. Was he... breathing heavily? It was only twenty something goons. His master would be laughing at him if be saw the state Elliot was in. Time to get serious.

Elliot slapped an explosive charge on the main breaker box and ducked behind something sturdy. He pressed the ignition switch on his belt for both charges. All at once both charges blew, both the homemade explosive on the circuit breakers, and the EMP charge he'd left at his starting position. The electrical systems were flooded with an electromagnetic pulse, and then the power was cut. On the outside, the breaker box wasn't even serviceable. The whole thing would need to be replaced. Inside the warehouse every single lightbulb would burst, every switch would short circuit. Even the emergency back-up generator would need some spare parts before it was up and running again. The inside of the warehouse would be flooded with darkness. Just the way Elliot liked it. Those inside would meet a swift end and he would go home with a clear conscious. Just when he was wondering where his gunnie was, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, and was presented with a sharp something in his face. "Don't freak out its just a short term partner in crime," Silver said. Elliot slapped the hand containing the knife away from his face. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to point?" Elliot asked, his voice disguised in the gravelly rasp of the Nightengale. With the sharp out of his eyes and away from his throat, Elliot felt much more comfortable. He even felt nice enough to be polite. "Pleasantries aside," he began. "Nice work on the roof. With that out of the way, we won't have to worry too much about the get-away once the high priority target is dead. Well done." Elliot said, genuinely complementing her work. "Inside there's most likely more guards protecting a big mob boss, he'll be the fat one wearing the nicest suit there. Kill him and their morale will dig it's own grave. I killed the power inside so if you need those goggles on your hip, I'd suggest strapping them on. I'm going up top to dump all those rifles. We wouldn't want anyone picking one up and picking us off during the escape. Once I'm finished, I'll meet up with you inside. Pop this white smoke if you need me. I'll get you out alive." Elliot said, tossing a pair of smoke bombs at the girl. Since the pins weren't pulled, there would be no explosion in the immediate area. Once he'd finished, Elliot grabbed his grapple gun and made his way up to the warehouse rooftop. Little did he know there was someone waiting for him there.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Everett Rudolph "Razor Blade"

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Darkness… Silence… Our Heroes…
One of these don’t seem to belong…
So which will go first?


“Hmmm…” The silent song ended in a slow hum as Everett walked up the stairs to Chris’s apartment building entrance. But the image that was plastered in Everett’s mind was that off the odd man that had stalked past him in the alleyways. He seemed rather out of place…

The sound of a snore made Everett suddenly realized where he was. His golden stare darted around the lobby. Thank God it was empty, well except for the sleeping man behind the desk. It dawned on Everett that he was wearing his Razor Blade outfit still. His eyes widened and he darted up the stairs to Chris’s apartment. He unlocked it with his key. (That’s right. He’s got one.) As soon as he entered, he got right to work.

Analyzing the bad bump on Chris’s head and the groan she man every time she swayed, it seemed she might have a concussion. Everett grabbed some ice, put it into a plastic bag, covered it in paper towels, and rested Chris’s head on it; the ice would reduce the swelling. He sighed and sat next to her, listening to music, waiting for her to wake up.

After about a decent two hours, a loud moan could be heard, resounding throughout the apartment. “Oh Ev… what happened?” She muttered sitting up, and immediately wincing.

“Easy now.” Everett was on his feet in a split second. “You hit your head pretty hard. It looks like a concussion. And not a very good one at that.” Everett told her solemnly.

Chris could only sigh. She loathed the thought of having to go to the hospital. “I’m just glad you took me here…” She muttered.

Everett could only nod. His eyes then narrowed. “What where you doing downtown anyway? You could have been killed. You were lucky I just happened to be there.” His voice was quite stern; something very uncommon for him.

Chris looked up at him with big, brown puppy-dog eyes. Everett’s hard gaze was unrelenting. “I-I was g-going to tell you, Ev, honest! I just… didn’t want you to get hurt.” She stumbled over her words slightly, and lowered her light of sight to the ground. Everett raised an eyebrow. “There’s a huge drug deal going on tonight. That’s what I was investigating. I-I just… couldn’t help myself.”

Everett’s gaze softened and he smiled. “You didn’t have to keep it a secret, Chris. You can tell me anything.” He grinned and sat down.

“So you’re not going?” She asked hopefully.

“Hell ya I’m going. Why wouldn’t I?” Everett answered in a tone that made it sound like the answer was obvious.

“No Everett! Please don’t!” Chris cried, lurching forwards and wrapping her arms around Everett’s neck.

“I have to Chris…” He muttered, an apologetic look in his eyes.

“Please Everett! Y-you can’t do this, not to me! Please!” She begged. Everett’s eyes widened. He wondered what a third party would think if they heard what Chris was saying…

“I told you, I have to! I don’t mean to sound cliché, but it’s my duty Chris. I’m sorry.” His hand slid upwards and he caressed her face softly. She leaned her cheek into his palm and sighed.

“Just… promise me you’ll come back?” He eyes showed true concern.

Everett smiled. “Razor Blade doesn’t make promises.” With that, he kissed her forehead and simply marched out of the apartment without saying another word.

After throwing some clothes over his newly-washed Razor Blade suit, he marched down to a little place called ‘Kevin’s Repairs’. Everett sauntered in, hands in his pockets, with a lazy look on his face. “Yo, Kev! You in here?!” He shouted, and a gruff response could be heard.

“I’m over here!”

Everett jogged into the garage, and before him was a sight that made a giant grin spread across his face. “So, whadaya think?” Kevin asked, gesturing to Everett’snewly repaired motorcycle.

“Thanks Kev! Wow, I don’t know what to say!” Everett was surprised at how good it looked, his last wreck had been a pretty bad one.

“How about, ‘Here’s your pay.’” Kevin smiled.

“Sure.” With an irremovable grin, Everett paid the man in cold, hard cash, slipping him an extra 100. “Keep the change Kev. If you don’t mind, I’ll be off. Thanks for everything.” With a curl nod, Everett hopped on the bike, slapped on a solid black helmet, and revved off as soon as Kevin managed to open the door.

In a few minutes, Everett was near the docks. About two blocks away, he parked the bike in an alley, hiding it behind a dumpster. He never knows when he might need to make a quick getaway. Shedding his cover-clothes, he restocked all of his weapons to make sure he had everything he needed. He had even brought along his little invention. It was simple, really, and called ‘The Wolverine’ after the famous comic-book hero. Everett would slip it over his wrists, and if he clenched his fists tightly, blades would pop out of the front, looking as if they were coming from his knuckles. It was a simple design, all he really needed was some scrap metal, six springs and six knives; three for each hand. He attached them to his waist for now; he would only use them as a last resort. They were a lot more fragile than Everett wanted them to be, but they were both just prototypes. Hopefully they would get the job done.

Razor Blade skirted around the edges of the warehouse, taking a short recon. It was them something- someone- soared above his head and landed on the roof of another building. So I’m not alone…

From what Everett could hear, there was a bit off commotion inside. But Everett was going to keep up the silent tactic and search for the main boss of the organization, once he found him; he would beat the crap out of him and probably kill him in the process.

After creeping around for a bit more, Everett decided to enter through a high placed window. The walls of the warehouse wouldn’t be too hard to climb. Everett came prepared. Kicking the sides of his feet, a blade popped out of each of the front of his shoes. Grabbing two more blades, Everett ran at the wall, and leapt onto it, the blades piercing the metal and allowing Everett to stay up. With a solid thirty more seconds of climbing, Everett made his way to the window, though his way may not have been the most silent…

Once he got it open, he slipped in silently, his dark outfit blending in with the shadows. He landed on what seemed to be a suspended catwalk which hung above the main area in the warehouse. Or course some people had come to investigate what the sounds were; but they found nothing besides some holes in the wall. Everett slunk across the catwalk, his footsteps silent as he searched for where Mr. Big Boss may be located.


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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Everett Rudolph "Razor Blade" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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Shade was seated cross legged on the roof, observing the scene in front of her. She watched with amusement as three explosions took place, creating three pockets of smoke. Her eyes barely caught the figure darting about among the smoke screen as he took out some twenty guards. It was quite impressive. Her gaze then landed on a young man, a newcomer to their little party. She watched him quickly go into one of the warehouses, presumably where the big boss was. As her attention was diverted, she failed to notice a raven haired hero flying his way up onto the roof she was on.

A gray grapple hook scraped at the cement edge of the roof, before securing itself. At that sound, she quickly looked to her right, where the hook was. Immediately, she leaped out of her seating position and jumped back. Shade mentally kicked herself for a moment, for being caught unawares like that. Mistakes were a luxury she couldn't afford. At least the latter part of her plan came true; a hero had come to her.

The hero appeared on the roof, and she sprang into action. She swung her leg in a tight arc, sending a kick to the abdomen, and a succession if jabs to pressure points in the arms and shoulders. If some pressure points were hit just right, they would either cause lots of pain, or paralyze that limb for a short period of time. She followed this with an upwards thrust under his chin, and a kick to the back of his legs to take him down. For now, she hasn't used any weapons, preferring to destabilize him long enough to know who he was, and hopefully find out his fighting style. Once she knew that, her counter attacks would be more efficient.

Drawing a knife, Shade put her full body weight on him as she tried to hold him down at the edge of the roof. Leaning over the masked vigilante, she held the knife at his throat, her knee pressing down hard on his chest. Her crimson eyes glittered as they examined the man in front of her. "Now who might you be?" She inquired coldly. No expression showed on her face, as the bottom half was covered by her mask. The only things showing were her eyes, and they gave nothing away.

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All things considered, the night was going rather well. He'd danced with Luna, he'd escorted an orphan home, and Elliot had killed a lot of people. He was tired, and hoping to use the break of dismantling some rifles to regain some energy, landing on the rooftop, Elliot paused for a moment, dusting himself off when all of a sudden he was kicked in the stomach. Out of reflex, Elliot loosened his muscles and moved to intercept the kick. He was going to grab a hold of his attacker's leg, from there he would slam his palm into the side of the fragile knee, breaking it cleanly, but he was too slow. She caught his in the stomach, but the energy simply passed through him. It hadn't hurt as much as if his muscles had been tensed and he'd tried to absorb the kick. His training kicking in, Elliot employed a modified Muay Thai guard stance, raising his right knee and bringing up his arms. He deflected most of the hail of blows that his assailant, a woman perhaps, rained upon him. Regardless of her gender, she was very well trained, and was aiming specifically for pressure points and vulnerable joints. Elliot's armor absorbed a few, and he deflected a few with his elbows and knee, but some found their way into the chinks of his armor, and they hurt like hell, sending liquid fire into his muscles. He was so caught off guard, he couldn't even get in any attacks of his own. All of his focus was spent guarding himself, and trying to withstand the vicious flurry of blows that was slowly wearing him down. Frankly, Elliot was getting really sick of it, but he didn't have time to complain, as his assailant had swept his legs out from under him and pinned him to the ground next to the edge of the roof.

This was getting ridiculous. Here he was, him, Elliot the fucking "Nightengale" himself, getting pushed around by one girl. He sighed as she pressed her knee on top of him, a knife at his throat. "Now who might you be?" She asked him coldly. Though they were in a rather intimate position, her eyes were blank, there was no victory, there was no warmth, and there was certainly no compassion in those eyes. "I've been around for two years and even people like you don't know me?" Elliot asked sarcastically, his voice harsh and sharp, it was the Nightengale who was speaking. "Who I am matters not. I go by many names. I'm the Black Ripper, the Silent Reaver, or perhaps simply a passing Nightengale." Elliot replied behind his mask. His tone was cold and deadly serious. At that, Elliot began his counter assault. Tilting his head to the side to avoid being stabbed by the knife in her hands, Elliot's own hands flew into action. One found its way to the wrist holding the knife, the other to her knee. He pushed off on her knee, hard, making sure to roll her wrist into the ground as she fell off of him. Elliot rotated his legs over his body to generate momentum, the way a break dancer might spin on the ground, using the downward force he created to push her knife holding hand into the ground and exert more pressure on the fragile wrist. Next, Elliot lifted his upper body upwards, bringing himself to a semi kneeling position. Then, Elliot brought his left knee into his opponent's side, right inderneath the armpit and pushed his weight into her, forcing her into a half prone half kneeling position, trying to make her eat roof tiles. Keeping control of the wrist, Elliot swiped the knife from her hand, tossing it over the side of the building, before turning his attention back to the fight. Elliot simultaneously rotated her wrist the way it wasn't supposed to go and held his elbow high ready to smash right through her arm, hyper extending it at the elbow and breaking it in three other places from the pressure generated by his knee. Just as he was about to cripple her arm, possibly forever, Elliot's grip slipped and she managed to wriggle free. Elliot sighed, his own wrists, hell, his whole body hurt from the strikes he had taken. Slowly, Elliot got all the way up; he reached down to his belt and pulled his bladed chain and a single kodachi from their hooks. Elliot attached the Kodachi to the end of the chain and began whirling it over his head. The rotation was slow at first but it picked up speed rather quickly, producing a loud wooshing noise. It appeared that the Nightengale was done playing around. However, Elliot was performing a double bluff. Truth was, his limbs were heavy. He was sore and out of breath, but he tried his hardest not to let it show. He banked on his opponent's good training. If she knew anything about spiked chain combat, she wouldn't want to be anywhere near him. "You know, I was taught it's good manners to introduce yourself to someone who's given you their name. Who do I have the pleasure of fighting? The coroners will want to know what to label your name tag." The Nightengale asked viciously, attempting to disguise his fatigue through his heavily disguised voice and wicked threats.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger"

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Before the young woman could answer the two heroes were bathed in darkness as the power to the warehouse was cut. Cap instinctively turned around, scanning the darkness with eyes not yet adjusted to the absence of light. This wasn't good, whoever had killed the lights obviously was attempting to use the darkness to mask their movements. Night fighting was dangerous in the best of times but with so many highly trained individuals running around it was a recipe for disaster. He stepped closer to the young woman protectively, one hand on her shoulder.

"Stay close to me."

He warned as he tensed his jaw, waiting impatiently for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then the familiar bangs of grenades. The sound and resulting boom's didn't not have the crack that fragmentation grenades did nor the screams of wounded men that always accompanied it. The hissing he heard in the distance tipped the expierenced military man of their nature. "Smoke grenades... interesting" John thought to himself, wondering of the tactical significance of using smoke grenades in an already visually obscured battleground. Smoke grenades typically were used to mask movement through enemy territory or as signal flares when coupled with brightly colored dyes. In an urban setting like this they would serve well to mask someone's movements through enemy ranks but when they were already stumbling around in the darkness the only benefit they would be would be is the irratation they caused to the throat and eyes.

Before The Captain could consider this any further his patience was rewarded and then immediately betrayed. He had wanted light and he got it in the form of wild flame. Someone had tossed lit gasoline into the warehouse followed by a molotov cocktail.

"We have to move, now!"

Cap shouted as the warehouse became even more chaotic. He ushered the woman along with him, all the while using his own body and shield as a protective barrier from any of the dangers in the darkness and flame. The two raced out of the warehouse but were quickly halted as Cap skidded to a stop. He felt a sudden gust of wind and could've sworn someone had touched him. With a clenched fist ready to defend the girl with his life he scanned the maddeneing darkness for the unseen presence. What he found was the silver haired sniper that was supposed to be posted outside. She snatched one of the grenades off his belt and hurled it without pulling the pin. Cap was about to inform her that the grenade pin would need to be pulled before it could be detonated. As if to answer for her the grenade promptly exploded in the speed boat that it landed in. John stared in shock for a moment before reaching down to his belt. That's what he had felt! The bastard had pulled the pin off his grenade. They couldve both died right there.

"Well if that wasnt movie worthy I dont know what is"

The sniper giggled before racing off back into the warehouse. Cap stared after her in awe before voicing his thoughts.

"That woman just saved both of our lives, I'm going to have to shake her hand when this is done."

He spoke proudly with respect and gratitude in his voice. With that Cap turned to the young woman and gave her a firm nod.

"Let's get out of this building before it comes down."

That said Cap lead the young woman safely out of the burning warehouse and out into the night air. Clear of the hazordous smoke and fire Cap happened to catch the makings of a fight on the opposing rooftop. From this distance he was having trouble making out both combatants but one he was deffinately able to identify.

"Nightengale..."

Never taken his eyes off his fellow hero Cap spoke to the young woman beside him.

"You going to be ok here miss? I'm not too keen on letting good men fight alone."

Cap said daringly, ready to take off and ascend the building to help the shadowy vigilante.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Everett Rudolph "Razor Blade" Character Portrait: Oliver James "Maestro" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger"

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Shortly after he had his goggles on, he saw a flash of light and searing pain. He ripped the device off of his face replacing it with his mask once again. It took about a minute for his eyes to fully recover, thankfully he had been wearing his contact lenses. The the green of the lense had absorbed a lot of the light since the light produced by the goggles is mostly green. A mere lucky coincidence he simply wore them because he liked the color green and neon eyes made him look other worldly. He still had a migraine headache so he struggled to regain his bearing all of his men had fainted from the severe pain. Setback after setback, the men who came here on business were huddled in the office of the warehouse. He opened the door and suggested that they should fight should they not wish to die. He didn't have to tell them twice, he tapped into his years of training in the dark. Closing his eyes and focusing on his hearing and sixth sence. He heard some commotion from a building near his current, he reached into a crate and pulled out two moltovs. This outta be fun, guess this will be more challenging than expected. He silently made his way to the un expecting heroes. He saw the man who proclaimed himself a captain and some masked girl who he did only recongnize. Then he heard an explosion and saw a silver haired girl with some mask on, three heroes huh? This would be impossible for anyone else, more of a challenge for Tim. The two moltovs will deal with them nicely, then I can wait for the girl to come to inspect their copses I can decapitate her then. But once again he heard more noises from the roof top this time. So how many have crashed this little party of mine? His matto was that it wasn't a party until at least twenty died, well it wasn't until now. He climbed up on the roof, he observed as the shadow and the birdie, as he called them,locked in fierce combat. "Wow I am honored to be in the company of the Nightengale but the shade as well, so glad yo two could make it to my little get together. I am slightly disappointed that cat girl or ace didn't show but I'll get over it. So who should I play with first?" He cackled sadisticly drawing his katana glancing at the gleaming steel. He pointed the blade between them, he closed his eyes. "Einnie minne miny mow..."

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Annie found herself being protected by a much larger man, whom she thought at first to be a guard and then she saw his uniform and it absolutely did not match the others. It was a red white and blue military looking costume that suited his frame perfectly and looked more like hers, heroic. She held onto him as he led her through the warehouse full of guns and guards. She couldn't fight well and basically was helpless at this man's side, especially since she could not use a gun or fire one well. She was trapped in a fire of ammo when suddenly he took her to a pile of crates and used his patriotic looking shield to cover the two of them from on coming bullets. She closed her eyes and did not like the intensity of being within so many peoples scopes, range, and in this chaos. Annie felt like she might start having an attack, but the man was doing a good job of protecting the two of them. She submissively followed all of his instructions.

Once the man had killed the guards, he asked her something but was cut off before a reply was made, when all the lights went out. The sounds of explosives filled the air around the warehouse and she knew that whereever there was bombs, there was fire. The element in which she hated most because water since she wasn't able to swim either.

She saw light again in the darkness of things, but it was in the form of flames. Captain told her to run and move and she followed him out of the danger zone. When they both were safely behind ta large piles of crates and supplies, he seemed to be distracted about something or someone. She looked up and saw the Nightingale about to fight two villains alone. She sighed and didn't know what she should do. She nodded as the Captain said that he needed to go help Nightingale.

Once the Captain had left she got up and sneakily followed him to the base of the building of which all the villains and heros were on the roof of. She saw a few guards start running to the building to get the hero's and she decided to come out of her stealth mode and start kicking some real ass.

The men shot at her but she managed to distract them long enough to where she was close enough to make them stop firing at her and run at her inside. This is where Annie proceeds to hit some in the back of the neck breaking a certain bone in the body, leaving them paralyzed. She felt a bullet graze her hip and she screamed looking down quickly to analyze the damage. It wasn't bad, but it might hurt and take a few days to heal. She took out her dagger and ran at the last guard who'd taken out a knife himself. She ran at him and him at her then before he could stab her she dropped to the ground and slid through his legs as she lifted up one leg and nailed the man where it truely hurts most. He tripped and landed on his stomach and Annie pounced on him and stabbed him in the spinal cord twisting the knife.

Annie stood up slowly and panted wildly, she went to the wall and managed to regain her breathe. She wondered what was happing on the roof, she just hoped that the Nightingale wouldn't kill her or recognize her...

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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The Captain had scaled the building where Nightengale battled alone against an unknown enemy. As the United States Army veteran reached the top of the building and he realized that the shadowy vigilante was not on the roof with one but two dangerous criminals. The new comer looked like something out of a Renaissance Faire complete with an armored face plate. Death Sigil was well known throughout the underground of Cormick City as a madman and a killer with strong connections to the mob. Feared by criminal and civilian alike, Death Sigil was a sadist devoid of morals or scruples and just the kind of man The Captain had no patience for.

As The Captain neared the top of the building he heard the ringing of a sword leaving a scabbard before Death Sigil spoke.

"Wow I am honored to be in the company of the Nightengale but the shade as well, so glad yo two could make it to my little get together. I am slightly disappointed that cat girl or ace didn't show but I'll get over it. So who should I play with first? Einnie minne miny mow..."

The Captain mantled the roof and landed firmly with his shield up and his eyes locked on the mad man in the armored mask.

"You can stop looking, your opponent is right here Death Sigil."

The Captain said in open challenge to the wicked man brandishing the katana and the murderous glint in his yes. Without taking his eyes off Death Sigil Cap greeted his fellow justice seeker.

"Nightengale, I've heard about the good work you've done, it's an honor. I'm the Captain and I'm your reinforcements for the evening."

Cap risked a cursory glance at Nightengale's opponent to judge how the hero had been fairing in his bout. A curvaceous woman donned all in black with a mask that covered her mouth. Her appearance screamed assassin and those ominous blood red eyes only added to her mystique. She appeared to be unharmed aside from the way she was favoring her wrist, no doubt in her scuffle with Nightengale so far. She was lucky to still be breathing, from Nightengale's reputation he was not one to leave enemies alive for long.

Returning his focus back to Death Sigil he clenched his fist and readied his shield.

"There's only one way to deal with a maniac like you."

With that The Captain charged Death Sigil, his right hand clenched. He barreled right at the armored man, shield up and protecting him in his charge. He closed the gap in seconds and dove at him with a powerful right hand aimed for his jaw. The force of the blow would knock the man senseless should it connect.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Oliver James "Maestro" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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Annie was suddenly frightened and startled when a tall slender man in an elegant looking outfit cooed at her creepily. She shuddered and noticed he threw something at her, she screamed and dove to the side doing a somersault and landing on her feet in a crouching position. She quickly got up and ran a few yards out of the flames reach and heard a crash and boom as it burst into flames on impact. Annie looked up at the seemingly insane man and knew he wasnt with the deal that was going down, he was a villain. In fact, annie had overheard rumors on the streets of a madman artist that paired scenes on the walls ground and any surface with the blood of his victims after he has disposed of them properly. She shuddered and glanced up hoping the captain or Nightingale came to help her since if this man was stronger than her then she might be his next art project. He asked her if they could have some fun as well. But all annie replied with was a small and polite, "Ladies do not start fights..." she smirked Shyly. "but they can finish them." she charged at the man and faked him out by going from the left to the right and under his arm to around his back. She jabbed him with the tips of her fingers into the side of his back then in the middle on his spine in the lower back region. She managed to only be able to get to the painful pressure points and not the most effective ones like around the neck and elbow. She let out a yelp however as she felt the man's knife cut her skin on the top of her forearm And near her collarbone as she ran off into the warehouse where it stored large crates that looked to hold furniture. She ran inside and looked up at the ceiling she could see the heros and villains on the roof fighting through the windows and she quickly climbed up on a mountain of crates to the window, where she touched the glass. She waited at the top and shivered panting heavily. She started to hyperventilate and panic a bit when she felt the tightening of her lungs and the constriction of air going into her and out.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Everett Rudolph "Razor Blade" Character Portrait: Oliver James "Maestro" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger"

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"Shade darling to be a good little girl and go make the captain feel at home, he is so alone you see." He waved of the girl without a second glance, he had a bone to pick with the Nightingale. "I have to say you do like shaking up the pot don't you...and killing. It seems we have a problem my thing is that I'm crazy as fuck and everyone fears me, but it's as if you are trying to outdo me. A man has to ask himself when does justice turn into crime." He randomly swiped at the air with one hand on his sword sloppily and jokingly. He knew to respect his weapon, or at least Tim did. "How about this no guns this rounds, you seem to be knightly enough. Death sigil tossed the English hand-and-a-half sword his way turning his back to his opponent briefly. He collected himself he called upon his knowledge and skill. While Krav Maga is a death art JSA is equally so especially for one who started at age ten. It would be a snap to kill an unarmed opponent but his sensei had ingrained respect into his pupil. He bowed at his opponent, and began an advanced kato from a unique style. Word on the street was that he nightingale knew how to use a sword to so a common kato could be read easily. "Mind if I clip your wings little birdie?" He let loose an insane laugh as the heat rippled the air around them and the warehouse below them began to slowly give way. This would be a great little exercise.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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As Shade addressed the hero on the ground, she could immediately tell he was very well trained and experienced. Her earlier kick should've knocked the wind out if him and sent him reeling. On the contrary, the kick had just hurt him a little, since he had loosened his muscle. This led her to believe that he was not only skilled, but extremely quick and strong. It made her quite excited, realizing she was facing off with something who might be as skilled as her. "I've been around for two years and even people like you don't know me?" His words cut through sharply, conveying sarcasm and contempt. "Who I am matters not. I go by many names. I'm the Black Ripper, the Silent Reaver, or perhaps simply a passing Nightengale."

As soon as the last word left his mouth, he sprang into action. Before she could react, the Nightengale had tilted his head to avoid her blade and pushed her back by the knee, simultaneously grabbing her wrist. He twisted it in the wrong direction, and kneed her into a kneeling position on the ground, her cheek being chafed by the cement of the roof. She felt the knife leave her hands, and knew she probably wouldn't get it back anytime soon. When the Nightengale got tense for a moment, she knew he was about to do something. She took this opportunity to rotate her body enough to allow for her leg to strike his arm, and loosen his grin on her. She pulled free and ran a few paces away from him, before turning and looking at him.

Her hand light wrung her other hand as she nursed her wrist. There wasn't much damage done to it, just some over stretched and torn ligaments. Enough to cause some discomfort and pain. Her gaze watched with interest as he pulled out a chain and assembled something to it. He started whirling it around, and it gained speed each second till it was a blur. It was a spiked chain, a weapon she was really unclear with. From what little she knew, she could tell it was really dangerous. Hell, any idiot could tell you that.

"You know, I was taught it's good manners to introduce yourself to someone who's given you their name. Who do I have the pleasure of fighting? The coroners will want to know what to label your name tag." At that, she gave an amused grin. "What, the great Nightengale thinks he can beat me? So far, all you've done is hurt my wrist a little, and you're already resorting to weapons. It's pathetic." Her expression mellowed, and returned to one of nonchalance. "If you must know, I go by Shade. The media likes to call me all sorts of things, but I find those names too eccentric."

In her head, she was already calculating her next move. She probably couldn't go anywhere net him without being hit with a chain of spikes. If he was going to fight long range, so was she. She slipped a couple small knives from her jacket, gleaming silver with no hilts. Balancing two between her fingers, she aimed and threw them. One was sent towards his shoulder, and the other to the side of his lower abdomen. Another followed the two, aimed for his left thigh. She hasn't really picked any lethal spots, and for a reason. She wanted to have fun, fight him a little longer.

She was distracted for a moment by the arrival of another villain and hero. Death Sigil was deciding between the two of them to fight. She narrowed her eyes, and was ready to fight him too, until the Captain sent a bone jarring punch his way. It irritated her to see te two up here, especially death Sigil. For some reason, other villains annoyed her too. Anyway, no one was going to take the Nightengale from her just yet, he was her toy for now.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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Death sigil seemed to be denied, this was disappointing until he got smacked in the face by the hulk, I mean captain. He regained himself, it would seem that he was being attacked left and right without landing a single hit on anyone else. That was about to change. "Sword vs Sheild it is, cap." He picked his weapon from the ground. He took a merely defensive stance, he judged that Tim could last longer if he used his stamina to outlast his foe to the point of where he was weak and sloppy. One downside though if the battle next to him finished before Nightengale would kill him for sure, and maybe even Shade. He bowed out of both respect and habit to his enemy. He took a few slashes near the captains face, not intending to actually hit him. Though it did seem to make him tense up. Tim smirked at that knowing that this would be a challenge, he pouted he had so hoped to fight the Nightengale tonight. Mainly the reason he had this 'deal' set up. It wasn't any real deal but mainly a trap, the Calvary would be here at the break of dawn, five hours I will have to stall them for. He stared the captain in the eyes to predict his movements, paying little to no attention to the two lovebirds battling to the death.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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This was getting a touch ridiculous. All Elliot wanted to do was go home. He wasn't even feeling up to a fight. In fact, Elliot was tired. He felt the fatigue settle into his body, all his killing had caught up with him. He had begun breathing raggedly. Though his form was perfect, his masters had at least drilled that much into him, his focus was slipping. Soon, Elliot wouldn't be able to walk homes let alone fight his way out of this place. The sirens had started wailing. The police and fire department would be here soon.

Just when Elliot thought it couldn't get any worse, he heard a voice. Elliot diverted just a little attention to see who was speaking, but he should have guessed. "Wow I am honored to be in the company of the Nightengale, but the Shade as well, so glad you two could make it to my little get together. I am slightly disappointed that cat girl, Ace, didn't show but I'll get over it. So who should I play with first? Einnie minne miny mow...". Were he not whirling a bladed chain over his head, Elliot would have facepalmed. Of course, it all made sense. Who else would put together something like this? Death Sigil was the only criminal in all of Cormick with the connections to make something like this happen. "Why am I not surprised." The Nightengale muttered to himself.

Just then, who should arrive but the Captain himself. Elliot sighed. It had just gotten worse. The Captain mantled the roof and landed firmly with his shield up and his eyes locked on the mad man in the armored mask.

"You can stop looking, your opponent is right here Death Sigil." The Captain said in open challenge to the wicked man brandishing the katana. Without taking his eyes off Death Sigil, the ole' Cap' greeted Elliot. "Nightengale, I've heard about the good work you've done, it's an honor. I'm the Captain and I'm your reinforcements for the evening." Elliot sighed. The Captain was a good fighter, that was for sure, and he would have been wonderful reinforcements anywhere else on any day of the week, but the Nightengale didn't like crowds, and the amount of people on the roof was giving him a headache. The Cap' risked a cursory glance at Nightengale's opponent, he seemed to be analyzing what he could about Shade from her appearance. The Nightengale nodded curtly to the Captain. While his reinforcements were pleasant. They were unnecessary. Once Elliot was done with his little copycat at the front, he would massacre Death Sigil. Shade, how very apt. Elliot chuckled to himself. She was like Elliot's shadow. From the black gear to the fighting style, even her daunting way of addressing others was just like his. However good she was, it didn't matter to Elliot. A shadow could never compete with the original. However quaint the notion was, Elliot had no time for any more distractions or games. He planned on executing the Madman and hanging his body from the highest spire in all of Cormick. Tired or not, Elliot felt his blood boil as he looked at Death Sigil. He'd ended so many innocent lives. If Elliot had ever hated a villain before, it was nothing compared to the hate he felt with Death Sigil himself in front of him. However, he could wait. The Captain would entertain him until he was done with his döppelgänger.

With that The Captain charged Death Sigil, his right hand clenched. He barreled right at the armored man, shield up and protecting him in his charge. He closed the gap in seconds and dove at him with a powerful right hand aimed for his jaw. The force of the blow would knock the man senseless should it connect.

"Shade darling to be a good little girl and go make the captain feel at home, he is so alone you see." Death Sigil began, completely ignoring the fact that he was about to be decked in the face. He waved off Shade without a second glance, it seemed he had a bone to pick with the Nightingale. "I have to say you do like stirring up the pot don't you...and killing. It seems we have a problem. My thing, is that I'm crazy as fuck and everyone fears me, but it's as if you are trying to outdo me. A man has to ask himself when does justice turn into crime. How about this, no guns this round. You seem to be knightly enough." Death Sigil tossed an English hand-and-a-half sword Elliot's way turning his back to his opponent briefly. The sword clattered uselessly on the ground by Elliot's feet. After that, He collected himself, took his stance, performed a short kata, and said some kind of quip. All Elliot heard next was laughter. He laughed loudly, but Elliot couldn't hear much of anything over the Cap's roar and the sound of fist meeting face. Elliot winced, Even a whole truckload of crazy wouldn't make that hurt any less.

Sighing, Elliot turned his attention back to his Shadow. However, the second she opened her mouth, Elliot knew she hadn't taken his bait. Shit! What gave it away? Elliot thought tensely to himself. His hands weren't shaking, he didn't appear to be fatigued, and his voice had been strong and threatening. This woman, she must have wanted to fight regardless of Elliot's affiliation. She seemed to be angry, or perhaps derisive, either way, she wasn't very fond of Elliot at the moment. "What, the great Nightengale thinks he can beat me? So far, all you've done is hurt my wrist a little, and you're already resorting to weapons. It's pathetic." Her expression mellowed, and returned to one of nonchalance. "If you must know, I go by Shade. The media likes to call me all sorts of things, but I find those names too eccentric.". "Ahh... I thought I recognized the name," Elliot lied. "I thought the red eyes were familiar, and now I know why."

At that, she appeared to be done talking with Elliot, who was trying to stall for time so he could rest a little. It had only been about two, maybe three minutes, but Elliot managed to regain some energy. Elliot tensed as she reached into her pockets. What was she pulling out of them? She slipped a couple small knives from her jacket, gleaming silver with no hilts. Balancing two between her fingers, she aimed and threw them. One was sent towards Elliot's shoulder, and the other to the side of his lower abdomen. Another followed the two, aimed for his left thigh. She hasn't really picked any lethal spots it seemed.

Still whirling the blade over his head, Elliot jumped and whipped his right leg around his body as fast as he could, performing an aerial, his body spun in a tight circle, like a figure skater's might. All the while, Elliot's chain was still spinning. Elliot seemed to disappear behind the whirling chain, and as the knives deflected from the chain, clattering harmlessly to the ground, Elliot made his move. He landed, twisting his body and rotating on the balls of his feet. The chain spun around Elliot, moving even faster until he faced the Shadow. Once she was in his sights, Elliot directed the chain and let go, channeling all its velocity towards the Shade. The knife on the end surged forward wickedly fast, intent on digging itself into the bones of her spine after making its way through her stomach.

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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Death Sigil Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade"

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Crack! A blood curdling crack rang out. The captain came out of the blue. He felt extreme pain as his jaw broke. This would be a pain in multiple ways. He looked up unable to talk without a shot of pain, and to think he had announcements planned. He looked up at the red, white, and blue bastard, looking down on him. He ripped off his face plate, revealing green eyes and blue hair. Not many had seen his face but it wasn't a pretty sight. He was perfectly bleeding from the mouth with a giant bruise already swelling were he was clobbered. And worst of all his jaw hanging loosely. He cried from the pain he quickly took out his contacts, looking up at the captain. He would probably say some sarcastic and equally insane comment, then smile. But he couldn't, he simply got up held his jaw in place with his left hand and dusted himself off with his right as if nothing had happened. Of course he was in great pain but he would not, could not. He nonchalantly picked up his sword, he would have said something like, "nice blow but your form could use some working on". He didn't instead he ripped of a piece of purple cloth. He put it under his chin and gingerly tied it around the top of his head. He pulled apart off of a crate, a small strip of wood he sliced it in half, putting the
Two pieces inside the rag making a makeshift splint. He looked at the captain trying to control his rage. His hands trembled, he cleared his mind as much as possible fighting the pain. "In goigk to en you." He managed to say trough his pain, his vision almost went black but he regained himself. He was at a serious disadvantage, his face being a greater target than before. He ran trough the invisible list of mastered kata in his head, if it was Nightingale he would have had to use a uncommon one. Though he doubted the captain would know the most basic of techniques. He breathed deeply in and out through his nose. Collected all his calmness and honestly it did two things. It concentrated him on the task at hand and subtracted from the pain.
He sheathed the blade and slowly gripped the Tsuka drawing it furiously fast as a slashing motion headed upward at a diagonal motion. Though it was a very simple kata that he would never use against a swordsman of remotely his own or Nightingale's level.

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