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Lilith Hale "Shade"

"While you may choose to call it evil, I choose to call it fun."

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

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♦ General Information♦


β™  Role β™ 
Villain

β™  Gender β™ 
Female

β™  Nickname(s)/Alias(es) β™ 
Shade, though she has been called Silver Cut, and Shadow, among other names, by the press.

β™  Age β™ 
21

β™  Face Claim β™ 
Kirihime Natsuno




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♦ Appearance ♦


β™  Height β™ 
5'7

β™  Weight β™ 
128 lbs

β™  Build β™ 
Lilith has a slender body with a lightly toned build. She has a lean muscle tone.

β™  Hair Color β™ 
Black

β™  Eye Color β™ 
Red, it was a result of a genetic mutation.

β™  Scars/Tattoos β™ 
A thin silver scar that runs 3 inches from her jawline down her neck.

β™  Description β™ 
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β™  Normal Clothing β™ 
She normally wears jeans, leggings, and random shirts -- pretty much what anyone else would wear. She tends to stay away from skirts since they don't allow for the same maneuverability as pants or shorts.

β™  Armor β™ 
A soft black mask that covers the bottom part of her face, including her nose. Her eyes remain uncovered, and she takes her contacts off when she assumes her villain identity, so her red eyes show. She also dresses in tight black pants, a comfortable shirt, and her black jacket.

β™  Weapons β™ 
She usually uses a series of small blades, as they are quick and efficient. Scissors are also something she might use, but uses a pair of silver scissors as more of a signature at the scene of her crime.



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♦ Mentality ♦
β™  Quirks/Oddities β™ 
- She isn't really the touchy feely type, and at times, she can get a little too emotionless. It makes her oblivious to others' feelings, though she really couldn't care less.

β™  Skills β™ 
- Hand to hand combat
She is skilled in an array of fighting styles, from karate to krav maga. This makes her body a lethal fighting machine. Her favorite fighting style would have to be a combination of Dim mak and karate. It uses very less force to make a lethal impact.
- Weaponry
She's skilled in using a various assortment of weapons, ranging from guns to bow and arrows.
- Manipulation
She is gifted with the power of words, and can literally talk her way out of anything. She can get people to do things for her, and usually always gets her way.

β™  Likes β™ 
βœ“ Rain
βœ“ Books
βœ“ Writing
βœ“ Fighting
βœ“ Killing
βœ“ Manipulating

β™  Dislikes β™ 
βœ— Heroes
βœ— Heights
βœ— Being underestimated
βœ— Clowns
βœ— Other villains

β™  Phobia(s) β™ 
- Acrophobia
Fear of heights. While her crimes do include her having to resort to rooftops, it doesn't mean she enjoys it. She does a really good job of hiding it.
- Coulrophobia
Fear of clowns. For some unknown reason, she is terrified of clowns. Just the sight of them makes her skin crawl.

β™  Weakness(es) β™ 
- Her Cockiness
She can get a little cocky sometimes, which could really get her in trouble.
- Long range attacks
There isn't much she can do if someone tries to shoot her with a sniper rifle or such. A gun, she might be able to dodge a few bullets, but the sheer energy and precision taken to do that can tire even a person of her ability quickly.




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♦ Under the Mask ♦

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β™  Real Name β™ 
Lilith Hale

Personality β™ 
Lilith is quite a friendly, charismatic girl. She loves to be around people, always one to introduce herself and strike up a conversation. Being very amiable and social, she has many friends, though none know who she really is. She is also very stubborn. She makes up her mind about things and it's near impossible to talk her out of it.

Lilith in her "Shade" persona is cold and dismissive. She carries herself with a powerful demeanor. To most, she can be quite intimidating, and she enjoys that. She is also very calculating and clever. Given any situation, her mind furiously works out every possible outcome, and the best course of action. It's frightening how clever she is, and once her mind locks on a target, even heaven and hell can't stop her. Lilith is incredibly guarded towards others, never sharing her feelings. Not a shred of what's going on inside her ever breaks through to the surface. To her, surrendering to one's emotions or talking about them is a sign of weakness. Can't have that now can we? She's an impenetrable fortress, and I'm not sure people want to know what's lies inside. Manipulation is but one of the arrows in her quiver. Words are one of her best weapons. She can get people to do anything she wants, like puppets on her twisted string. She loves how a combination of words can give any result she wants. She's also very good at masking herself, turning into any kind of person she desires. She's quite the chameleon, and it's hard to see through it.

β™  Family β™ 
Her mother was a kind, gentle woman who passed when she was young, around 12. Her father, she killed when she turned 18.

β™  History β™ 
Lilith grew up in a beautiful home, with loving parents. Her mother, Layla, was a kind, gentle woman, who was loved by everyone who met her. Her father, Dave, was a pretty successful businessman. Her and her mother were very close, and she loved sharing every moment as they played together. For years, they were simply happy. Then, when Lilith was 12, her mother died in a car accident, while she was in the car. Soon after that, her father threw himself into drinking, and turned into an alcoholic. A ritual began to form day after day, Dave would come home from work, get drunk, and beat Lilith. Years of torment passed by, and she hid away inside her shell. No matter how much she wanted to get away from her father, there was nothing she could do. Then, after her eighteenth birthday, during another beating, she got really pissed off. Her hand grabbed a lamp, and she bludgeoned her dad on the head. Realizing what she had done, she ran away from the house, and went to another city. It was then that she realized how much she loved killing. It was exhilarating, and she wanted to do it again.

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♦ OTHER ♦

So begins...

Lilith Hale "Shade"'s Story

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Lilith sat lazily on her couch in her apartment, gazing out of the glass windows. Her apartment was quite large and spacious, the interior having a modern design. The money she got from her commissions more than made up for the rent of the place. One wall facing outside was mostly reinforced tinted glass. She could look down and see all the people milling around the streets below, yet no one could look in. It was quite like herself, able to look out but refusing to let anyone look in. To anyone, the apartment would have looked like any other place to stay in the city, though much more luxurious. Truth was, she carefully selected that location. She had checked out all access points, weak spots in the infrastructure, and all escape routes. It was like her to analyze everything before she made a decision. She got up off the couch, grabbing the remote and turning off the tv as she did so.

She sauntered into her bedroom, noticing clothes from her last commission sitting in a pile, waiting to be washed. Just looking at them took her back to the job. It was fairly simple, a simple assassination job of a minor bank manager. Nothing too big. All she knew was he needed to be killed, and she was getting paid. She couldn't care less for the reason he had to be killed. After she had finished her handiwork, the police softened the man's house to find him dead in his office. A gleaming pair of silver scissors were laying on the body. The scissors were her personal touch, something she left behind as a signature.

Throwing the clothes in the washing machine, she went back into the living room at the sound of her cellphone ringing. Not her normal one, whose number all her friends knew. It was her disposable cell, and it's number was very hard to get. On the third ring, she put the phone up to her ear and answered. She didn't have to say a word, the voice on the other end was already talking. "There's been some talk of a drug del happening in your city. A big one. I thought you might want to know." The deep, hollow voice on the other end rattled off an address as she scribbled it down on a piece of paper. There was a click on the other end as the man hung up. Putting her phone down, she mulled over the new information. It was the nice thing about having a contact or two, you knew what was going on easily. The man who had just called her was someone who owed her from past dealings. He was deeply rooted in the underworld, and had so many contacts, he probably knew everybody.

Drug deals weren't really her thing. She mostly dealed with killings and such. She did happen to pull some heists or small crimes for fun. Then, she realized what the drug deal would bring. It would lure those vigilantes out of hiding. Those bastards have been everywhere, trying to clean up the city. That irritated her. She actually hated the heroes for a long time, though she's never let on why. She memorized he address on the paper and ripped it to into tiny pieces, throwing it away.

Going into her closet, she fished out her disguise. A pair of stretchy, slim pants, a tank top (usually grey or navy blue) and her black jacket. Finally, she took out her soft black mask. It was made of a flexible material, almost cloth like but not quite. She slid it into her jacket. There were multiple weapons concealed on her person, like throwing knives, daggers, and a glock-17. She decided to leave her sniper rifle behind, it would be stupid to use it within a close proximity on so many targets.

Leaving her apartment building from the fire escape, she went into an alleyway and placed her mask on. She got rid of her contact lenses, and her eyes glittered their natural ruby red. She climbed up to the roof of a random building, pausing for a moment at the top. She didn't dare look down, or she might have freaked out. Her eyes set on the roof of the next building, she took a running leap, landing lithely on the targeted roof. Like this, she covered several blocks unseen, heading towards the drug deal.

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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain"
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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: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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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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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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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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Tim sat on a crate while the deal was commencing very slowly. He opened his eyes, "and let the games begin." A gun shot rang out. The mobsters looked clearly surprised, but the imfamous Death just cracked a smile. Most of the guards outside would be dead by now. The lights short circuited making the room fall into blackness. Tim was surprised how prepared these 'heroes' were. He excepted the situation as it was. "Men prepare to go nocturnal!" He popped open the crate that he was sitting on inside there was a barrier made especially for this kind of situation. Inside there was ten pairs of night vision goggles he put on his own pair and lead the men to the goggles. He searched the area well aware that only about half of them had goggles. He pulled out his katana and his pistol, it had nine bullets. "Those who can't see are useless now!" He lunged his sword into the eye of the nearest 'blind man'. He cocked the 1911 and unloaded the nine bullets into the faces of those who couldn't see, only of his own men the rest would have to fend for them selves. He shouted out to the invisible 'heroes hiding in the dark'. "Eleven versus the several of you, can you rise to the challenge? Or will you be another to fall by my hand?" He spoke to all heroes and villains alike, for the games had begun.

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

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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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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The blow floored the armored mad man but to his credit he recovered quickly, brandishing that wicked blade of his with murderous intent. Whether it was the metal helm or the man's insanity that allowed him to ignore the pain he was no doubt feeling swell in his jaw, John could only speculate. Death Sigil fell in a defensive stance before oddly enough going on the offensive. Speculative strikes for sure yet that razor sharp sword dancing so close to John's face was nothing to take lightly. John knew from experience the man was trying to feel him out, gauge how the fight was going to go early instead of try for a quick take down. Smart but all the patience in the world doesn't win fights, heart do.

The Captain brought his shield up and Death Sigil's sword bounced off the patriotic shield with a loud clang. John didn't just merely bring his shield up to defend but to push the armored villain back with a powerful shield bash. The bash caught Death Sigil in the chest causing little actual harm but made space with ease. The Captain was physically stronger than his opponent by far. He had a height and weight advantage on him as well. No doubt meaning Death Sigil would rely on speed, agility and endurance to wear him down. That's what The Captain would do if he was fighting a more powerful opponent. Regardless Cap knew to abandon his strengths in the fight merely to keep Death Sigil guessing was risky and foolish.

Using teh space created Cap leapt forward, shield up and only moved it at the last second to throw a flying knee into the man's ribs before following up with a right cross to the temple. Should those two initial blows find their mark The Captain already was bringing his left arm up with his shield prepared to defend from Death Sigil's counter strike.

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Annie was confused on the next chain of events. All she could contemplate was the silver woman swooping in and throwing a gas bomb of some sort, picking her up, and carrying her away up and out of harms way. She felt the gas mask on her face and she took in deep breathes of air and tried to calm herself down. She Was brought to another building and looked at the woman nervously. She didnt know what she was about to do when she took the Mask off of her. Annie looked at the woman as she strted to treat her cuts and the wound on her arm. She winced a bit when she was having the wound on her bicep cleaned and stitched.

"thank you miss. I appreciate your kindness."annie thanked her and started to stand up. She looked over at the fight and wanted to help nightingale and the captain. "i think we should go help those two. You want to help captain? I can try to distract the death sigil?" she asked as she went to the edge of the building.

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Cap's attacks were savage and somewhat predicable, Tim held him self together mentally and physically. He took the brunt of his knee, though the armor helped lessen the sting as well as let Tim recover fast enough to dodge the right hook. He slipped in between the Captain and his shield. He grabbed his wrist and twisted kicking the shield out of the mans grasp. Before he could react Death Sigil put two hands on his adversaries hulking shoulders. He boosted himself up and wrapped his legs around his opponents torso. He then twisted himself so that he was latched to the captain's back from their he had a front row seat to the weakest part of the body. He rapidly stroke him with furious punches to the base of the neck, right about where the brain stem starts. He then grabbed the captain's shoulders boosting himself until he was standing on the man's shoulders. "And now the kill shot!" Though it didn't sound as cool with a broken jaw. He jumped a feet off of his shoulders and sucked his legs together, seconds from landing on his head...
(Do remember that he has taken many strikes to the neck ouch, making him dizzy! And not on top of things! But with a broken jaw can he really pull this off? Plus there is those pesky heroes wanting to help, plus where the heck is ace and Electra?)