Testing Phase (Street types)

[madamehydra]

Viper paced back and forth while she waited for those fool scientists to do their jobs. The first batch of the serum had been…disappointing. The transformation had taken entirely too long and the dose need had been too high. She needed something with a low dosage and worked quickly. The only thing that they had gotten right was the delivery

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[goshdarn_batman]

Why exactly was he doing this again? He was rich. He had a penthouse and a riding academy (and despite popular opinion, he did not have a cave). But no, he had to be out here on a rooftop, looking for petty criminals to beat-up

[barwithnoname]

The three thugs paused for a moment. Their mistress would not be pleased if they failed her. "Get her," one said as he grabbed the man.

Two broke off and went for the man while their partner started to pull the homeless man away.

[goshdarn_batman]

"Oh, please," Nighthawk laughed. Fighting him under any circumstances was stupid. He'd had training up the wazoo. He'd fought everything from Daredevil to space gods.

And at night? Where his strength, speed, and reflexes were enhanced several times over? They were just asking for it.

He waited until the first of the two was closest and threw a punch. Best to make this quick.

[barwithnoname]

"Hey look, it's Daredevil."

"Ain't Daredevil. It's Moon Knight."

The thugs weren't hired for their intelligence.

The thug was surprisingly quick. He dodged the punch and threw one of his own. The other thug picked the exact same moment to try to punch.

[goshdarn_batman]

Okay, he obviously needed to get a better PR agent. Or hire one in the first place.

The punch connected solidly, but the reinforcement on his helmet, plus his own reflexes, saved him from any severe damage. Instead, he dropped down low, launching a sweeping kick.

[barwithnoname]

The one thug's legs were swept out from under him and he fell, landing on his ass. The other thug took the opportunity to kick at the would be hero.

[goshdarn_batman]

Well, that took one out of the fight, at least for the moment. The kick hurt, but the worked through the pain, driving a punch toward the thug's stomach as he got to his feet.

[barwithnoname]

The thug took the punch and didn't budge. He expected it and clenched his abs. The fist struck solid muscle.

Thug number three was getting away with the man.

Thug number one was climbing to his feet.

[goshdarn_batman]

"Aw, hell..." Kyle muttered. These guys were tougher than they looked. And the other one was still getting away.

"Sorry guys," he said, "but time to change the rules."

He activated his jets, rising into the air to pursue guy number three.

[barwithnoname]

Thugs one and two started running after number three. One of them had to get the man back to Viper.

Number three was unaware of the man flying after him.

[goshdarn_batman]

Okay, he had to get this just right. Targeting systems on-line...

Small panels in his wings slid back, revealing weapons barrels. "Lasers... fire!"

He fired a pair of shots at guy number three.

[barwithnoname]

"OW!" What the hell? "Frickin' Iron Man got a new look!" he yelled. He saw his partners coming toward him. "Take him!" he yelled and shoved the man toward the two coming at him.

[goshdarn_batman]

Dammit, this was not going well at all. It was like amateur night for him.

Nighthawk reversed course, diving down with fists extended to take out at least one of the two.

[barwithnoname]

One of the thugs got hit with fists and went down.

[goshdarn_batman]

That was one. He rushed forward, landing in front of the remaining two.

"I can do this all night, gentlemen. Can you? Or do we want to take the sensible option?"

[barwithnoname]

Of course they weren't going to take the sensible option. They both came at him with fists.