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[lastpunchline]

When; Thursday 20 August
Rating; R for swearing
Characters; Eddie Blake [lastpunchline] and Mindy Macready [neverplays]
Summary; Eddie just went out for a drink. Little did he know someone was lurking in the shadows.
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[neverplays]

Her father had told her, time and time again, concentrate on the matter at hand, regardless if the situation could scare you shitless. Remember, panicking was for pussies. It's this mantra she recites in her head as she slinks across shadowed alleyways, bending and jumping across rooftops and ladders, sliding across building walls-- all to survey this foreign city. In some ways, it looked like New York City. But unless somehow she's manifested awesome transportation powers, which was frankly impossible, then that one step away from Kick-Ass shouldn't have brought her to a bunch of trashcans.

Falling on top of them? Impossible.

It's the impossibility of it all that keeps her nerves on end. Fear, she doesn't want to call it because Mindy Macready doesn't get scared. But adrenaline is driving her movements hard, smoothing over whatever injuries she had sustained from her encounter with D'Amico, forcing her to keep an alert eye out for anyone. Someone that might explain to her where the fuck she is. How she got here, or even if they

[lastpunchline]

It's funny how over fifty years of beating up assholes in back alleys pays off. Most people wouldn't hear the thumping, or see the flash of purple, but Eddie isn't just anyone - he's the Comedian, and his instincts are perfect. He was just expecting someone taller, considering the flash of purple; so when he dodges out of the way and moves into a fighting stance, he has to do a slight double take to see the tiny figure that just barely managed to hit him.

Okay this can't be curse.

For one thing; Eddie can register shape, size, and clothing in a second, a trick he picked up after years of crime busting, and this is a kid.

A kid dressed in a skirt.

Actually, he wouldn't put that past a de-aged Veidt, but Veidt wasn't that good as a teenager, so he wouldn't be that good as a little kid. Eddie moves to catch the little brat, but he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her if she struggled too hard or hurt him. The kick was good. Let's see what else the kid has.

[neverplays]

Whoever this was, he was good. That wasn't the dodge of a lucky man, that was a dodge of a man with honed reflexes. D'Amico had proved a challenge beyond her past experiences, and she had nearly died because of it. Without a weapon to bolster her defenses, add in her decreased performance from her pre-existing injuries, and she is facing one hell of a fight.

Thankfully, she isn't out to kill this man. Doesn't mean she wasn't going to duke it out with all her might. (Maybe panic was a silent factor in it.)

Mindy's without words for now, focused rather on her next move. Her greatest strength is her agility, and it's in another flash that she runs forward, once again leaping in the air with a kick to aim at his chest. She keeps a gloved hand ready for a punch to the face, if timing allows her to slip that in.

Don't judge from appearance, Eddie. And besides, she's wearing pants underneath that skirt.

[lastpunchline]

She better be wearing pants. Eddie might be a rapist, an asshole, and a murderer, but he isn't a pedophile.

Whoever this kid is, she's got speed and agility, and she's not giving up. There's definitely something admirable about that. The getup makes Eddie register her automatically in his head - mask - and he wonders vaguely whose kid she is. Even with all the purple, she can't be Veidt's, unless the fag went and test-tubed her up.

Eddie doesn't even want to follow that line of thought.

She aims the kick and he grabs her foot and twists it away, tossing her back into the alley. Okay, this isn't a fair fight - she might be more agile than he is, but he outweighs her by at least one hundred and fifty pounds. He wants to see if she'll try again.

The Comedian always did like a good laugh.