The team's coach continued to drone on and on about the recent attack and their plans to continue playing with one of their quarterbacks out for the season. Kyle wasn't too concerned with what the man was saying, but with watching the whole group, his gut kept telling him this guy was going to make a move sometime today it was just a matter of time
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Glancing around the room one last time, he failed to notice anyone suspicious. Reaching into his cart he pulled out two basketballs, the explosives hidden inside adding extra weight, but nothing a true athlete like himself couldn't handle. Winding up, he tossed first one and then the other up on stage and took off at a run. Slamming into a couple reporters with his shoulder for good measure on the way out.
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The explosives contained, the crowded still paniced from the near death experiance and began to bolt towards the door in a massive herd. Dropping his disguise, Kyle caught sight of the fleeing janitor and tried to push his way over to them. Mostly to no avail as the crowded pushed back, causing him to wince in pain as his bruised ribs got jostled. Giving up on trying to walk through, he surrounded himself in green light and took to the air above the crowd following the janitor out of the room and further into the stadium.
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Reaching the lowest level, he pulled up the drainage grate in the floor and slided down the rusted ladder in one motion. Landing with a splash in dirty, knee deep sewage. Disgusted, he shrugged it off recognizing that every athlete has to make sacrifices to win the game. Not needing a light, proceded to move down the sewer tunnel heading towards his hideout.
It always helped to have home field advantage.
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Quickly, closing the gap between himself and the fleeing criminal, Kyle catches sight of the guy toping another ladder and securing the grate behind him. Not even pausing, he wills the green light around his body to concentrate in front of his body and form a battering ram, slamming into the grate above.
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Breaking the tackle, he moves over to a nearby work bench and grabs a set of specially designed shoulder pads; hard metal spikes glistening even in the poor light, and puts them on.
"Sudden Death overtime."
With that, he lowers his head and charges.
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"Are you even listening to yourself? I mean come on, don't you think thats just a tadbit overdramatic?"
Seeing the guy's charge, he puts his will into the ring creating a line of tackle pads in front of the brute, kindly leaving the padding out of his design.
Not even waiting for the sound of a hollow skull connecting with green metal, Kyle moves back up into the air. Deciding to stick with the this evenings theme, he creates a green bowling ball around his fingers rolling it in the staggering brute's direction.
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Still groggy, he barely even registers the green bowling ball rolling towards him. A vile curse escaping his lips as the ball rolls up his foot and slams into his shin.
Hopping in pain, back over to his work bench he grabs a waiting baseball bat, pressing a hidden button to release the spikes.
"Thats it punk, that was your third strike!"
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"Seriously, just take a second and listen to yourself."
He doesn't wait for a response, the expertly wielded bat giving him a good idea. Concentrating he brings a green baseball into existance in his hand and tosses it towards the Sportsmaster.
Being the obsessed athlete he is, the guy lines the baseball bat up for a swing. Suprisingly though, as the ball moves inches away from him, it multiples midair into a swarm of baseballs. Unable to swing at them all, several of them pelt the already hurting Sportsmaster.
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Not giving him time for another witty line the green chess piece falls from the sky landing down on him hard. Pining the annoying villian to the ground unconscious.
"I always liked chess better."
A smirk on his face, Kyle bursts up through the floor and into a Dick's Sporting Goods store. Favoring his side a little, he informs a nearby clerk to contact the police.
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