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I'm no one's son.
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Post by Jason Todd on Apr 6, 2021 17:41:11 GMT -5
Jason took the brief distraction caused by Raven’s control of the briefcase to catch his breath. Then, just as Raven’s attention was diverted to the gunmen in the room, he launched himself at Ronald. Landing on the larger man’s back, he wrapped one arm around his throat. His other hand had his dagger out and was plunging it into the man’s shoulder. It pierced the man’s flesh, which was good. Ronald didn’t even flinch or make a sound, which was bad. Just as Mia’s voice sounded in his ear, he felt the back of his jacket being grabbed as he was torn off of Ronald and flipped forward. He rolled with the momentum, managing to avoid skidding several yards across the floor. Jason was instantly back on his feet, but Ronald was already there.
“Minor complication” he responded back to Speedy, voice casual before grunting as he parried a blow from one of Ronald’s fists. “If outside’s clear, feel free to-” He ducked, avoiding another fist that slammed into the wall, denting the concrete and, damn, Jason was glad that wasn’t his face. “Lend an arrow.”
He dodged another strike, retaliating with one of his own. His fist cracked into Ronald’s nose and the cartilage did give way with a spurt of blood, but the man still didn’t so much as flinch. That was fine, because it was mostly a distraction for Jason to grab his dagger with his other hand and wrench it out of the man’s shoulder. He’d hit an artery with the original stabbing and now with the knife wrenched out it was free to flow out. This Ronald guy may have been durable as s**t, but even he needed the blood in his body.
Raven, Jason suspected, would be done with the gunmen any second now. A quick run through his options and he settled on one: stalling.
“You got a new workout routine or something, Ronnie?” Ronald grabbed Jason by the front of his helmet. He was only a few inches taller than Jason, but he still found his feet leaving the ground as Ronald lifted him up and gave that smirk that said “I’m such a smart asshole.” Typical.
“What kind of businessman would I be if I didn’t sample the product?”
Raven
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The daughter of a demon, living like a saint.
Di
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Post by Raven on Apr 15, 2021 13:12:49 GMT -5
Bullets made the surface of Raven's barrier bubble and buckle, but the energy held fast. She kept it in place with one hand, and with the other she quickly etched a circular pattern in the air. Under the feet of the largest gunman, a gaping void opened, swallowed him up, then closed. Another twist of that finger and the same void gaped in the air near the rafters of the warehouse, spitting the criminal out. He fell, screaming, distracting his associates, who looked up- Just in time for him to land on them.
Raven grabbed ahold of the pain that spiked in each of their emotions, opening it wide so that, in an instant, all of their minds flipped to the logical coping mechanism: unconsciousness. She paused, combatting a wave of fatigue and nausea that that kind of open manipulation of volatile emotions gave rise to in the pit of her soul. Raven closed her eyes firmly, swallowed, and moved on.
She whirled, then, her cloak billowing and churning in the air, just in time to catch sight of Black lifting Jason off the ground and the snarled comment that came next. With all the aesthetic of a specter looming into frame in a horror film, Raven rose behind him unexpectedly. "Then allow me to help," she said, curling an iron grip on his shoulder, right next to the bleeding wound, "by purging it from your body."
Raven's hand blazed white, and the light curled into Black's veins like lightning forking through a thunderhead.
Mia Dearden
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You're an idiot and a pin cushion.
Kory / Star
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Post by Mia Dearden on Apr 17, 2021 5:56:18 GMT -5
“What sort of arrow am I lending? Explosive? Gas? Metal fist? Net?” Mia’s response bore a tone as casual as Jason’s, despite the stunned goons littering her path from perch to warehouse rapidly regaining their senses. “I mean I could keep going but...” And she could – the Arrows of Star City had worked just about as many gadgets into their quivers as the Bats of Gotham had their utility belts. “You get the picture.”
Drawing her bow-string taut, a stun arrow nocked and ready to fire, she peered down her range finder, tongue poking out between her lips as she adjusted her aim – hoping to thread the needle and bounce her projectile through one of the warehouse’s slightly open windows and into the building. In turn, the flashbang mounted on the arrow’s tip was set to detonate seconds after first contact, hopefully blinding whatever trouble Jason faced. Unless they had a helmet like his, which would protect his vision and stop him being dazzled by the white phosphorous light, it’d give the Red Hood an opening to capitalise upon.
“Cover your eyes in three, two…” She didn’t reach one, however, as a bullet ricocheted off the her shipping crate perch. Unable to take the shot as planned, honed reflexes hurled Mia into a diving roll to quickly throw off her assailant's aim. Rolling twice, she rose in crouch, and instinctively fired her projectile, matching it to the bullet’s flight path. The arrow bounced off one of the vehicles in the motorcade, and a shocked shriek sounded as some poor goon experienced the sudden ‘flash’ she’d prepared for Jason’s assailant.
Without wasting a moment, Speedy plucked an arrow of similar specification from her quiver, and lined up her shot at the warehouse once more. She let it fly with more urgency than she had previously, though it lacked none of the accuracy she was famed for. Clipping the underside of the thick-glass portal, the projectile landed, primed and ready to explode, mere feet away from Ronald Black.
“One.”
Jason Todd
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