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Post by Kup on Dec 19, 2012 19:47:05 GMT -5
By this point, some of the guys are running. They aren't being paid enough to deal with this sort of nonsense! But there are always some who are run by their anger, who are always spoiling for a fight and not about to turn down any opportunity at one. Kate smashes one who's diving for the gun in the face. "Better get that toy away from the kiddies, lad," Kate warns, then goes for the weapon herself (the better to keep it away from the others). The downside to this, however, is that it pulls her further from Willard, which makes it even harder for each to watch the other's back.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 8, 2013 13:53:07 GMT -5
"Hey! Watch it!" Willard calls after Kate when she dives. How the scrap is he supposed to stick by her when she does dimwitted stuff like this? He gets a knee in the back for his distraction, square in a spot he's heard called the kidneys. It hurts. He drops and rolls defensively, trying to remember how breathing works and get his feet under him again at the same time. Someone grabs for his arm; he leaps reflexively away from the grip, ducking low to put his shoulder into someone's ribs. He feels something crack under the impact – not in his shoulder, thankfully – and seizes his victim by the waist to fling him aside.
It's really hard to watch her back for her at this point, he decides sourly.
"Don't go getting killed!" he growls in her general direction, glowering at the nearest thugs. One in the crowd – heavyset, scruffier-looking than some of the others – goes after the same gun Kate's trying to snatch.
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Post by Kup on Aug 18, 2013 16:58:01 GMT -5
"It'll take more than a bunch of fifth-rate punks like these to finish me off," Kate growls, sweeping a leg beneath the scruffy one to knock him off his feet, and further away from the gun. When she realizes that Willard took some hits due to her stunt - still a justified stunt in her mind, since they can't afford to let these guys get the gun, but that doesn't make her any less at fault - she casts him a worried look while kicking the weapon back nearer to herself and snatching it up.
"You doin' okay, lad?" she asks.
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Post by Swerve on Sept 15, 2013 9:30:37 GMT -5
His back still aches where the knee hit him. He feels a little queasy. His shoulder throbs in time with his heartbeat. Willard just grins and hooks one thug into a headlock, using him for leverage to pick up both feet and kick a second in the face.
"Great!" he says. Better since she isn't shot.
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Post by Kup on Sept 15, 2013 15:08:03 GMT -5
Kate now has a shortcut to ending the fight, and reasonably, she should use it, but there are problems: while a certain level of superheroing is tolerated in Detroit, she's also an off-the-clock cop. Gunfire will increase the odds that someone she knows gets called in, and then she'll just have some awkward questions to answer. Actually shooting someone, shooting and killing them, also means more investigating into the issue than she'd like to see.
On the other hand, it looks like some of these thugs are starting to decide that dealing with these two just isn't worth the trouble, and a few are starting to beat a hasty retreat. A couple are unconscious (and Kate's going to make damned sure they get left as 'gifts' for the law), and between those and the runners, there's considerably less resistance by this point. Kate pistol-whips one of the stubborn holdouts as she answers, "Good to hear!"
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Post by Swerve on Nov 10, 2013 11:09:24 GMT -5
"Kinda persistent, aren't they?" Willard muses with a snort even as the thugs start breaking off and heading for the hills. Of course, the one he's got his arm around can't run because Willard's still holding him, but that's neither here nor there to the mechanic as he smashes the heel of his hand into the guy's nose.
He catches the glint of light on metal in the corner of his eye before he really sees what the tough's got in his hands. At first he thinks knife – but the curved end is all wrong. Crowbar, the word pops into his head.
"Crowbar!" he blurts out in the next instant, "Left rear!"
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Post by Kup on Nov 12, 2013 19:45:39 GMT -5
Kate is able to shift enough to take it on her shoulder instead of her head, and so that it impacts nearer the thug's hand than towards the end of the crowbar (thus cutting down on the leverage it hits with). She grunts and stumbles forward, but recovers more quickly than one would expect. Sure, that'll bruise later, but for a human, she's pretty slagging tough. She jams an elbow hard into the guy's stomach, then spins and disarms him.
"There's stubborn and then there's just dumb. These guys just count as dumb," she growls, kicking her knee into the guy's stomach to bring him down. She looks around... it seems most of the others are getting away. She pulls some heavy duty zip ties out of her pocket and uses one to zip tie the thug in front of her's wrists together. "The rest are gettin' out of here," she observes, "and we'd better follow suit."
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Post by Swerve on Dec 21, 2013 13:21:44 GMT -5
"And here I was just starting to have fun," Willard grunts, grinning more than scowling, though he reluctantly drops the poor sod still caught in the crook of his arm. They aren't the only persistent ones. He just as reluctantly moves to follow Kate, though he doesn't put up a fuss about it.
He should probably bring some zip-ties for himself next time, he thinks as he approaches her and holds out a hand for some of hers. Just reaching into her pocket without asking is a little too much.
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Post by Kup on Dec 22, 2013 17:24:57 GMT -5
Well, if Willard approaches, Kate will hand him a bunch of zip ties without even looking up, anyway. "Yeah, well, all good things, and all that scrap," Kate grumbles as she finishes another. She glances around.
"Looks like all of 'em. We'd better git," and then she jogs towards the alley, making sure her partner-in-crime-fighting is along with her.
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Post by Swerve on Dec 22, 2013 18:29:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah," Willard says, glancing at Kate over his shoulder as she passes. He's pulling the tie on this last guy and maybe he cinches it a little too close going by the yelp he gets from the thug under his knee.
"I can't feel my hands," comes the groan.
"You'll get over it," Willard answers, patting him roughly on the back of the head before standing. He sees the first uniforms rounding the far corner before he ducks down the alleyway after Kate and starts laughing. It makes his side and back hurt, as if he wasn't already having enough issue drawing a full breath, but he laughs anyway.
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Post by Kup on Dec 28, 2013 21:28:45 GMT -5
Kate, running alongside Willard, begins to laugh as well. She occasionally coughs, as she tries to balance running and laughing. A manic grin is on her face as she glances over at Willard.
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Post by Swerve on Jan 12, 2014 20:50:37 GMT -5
"Too bad it wasn't more like this back home!" Willard says between chuckles and gasps. And he means it; he can't even begin to imagine how different things in the underground might've been, largely because he's focused on putting distance between them and the sirens and flashing lights, which quickly grow fainter. He doesn't stop until he can't hear them any more, and whether or not Kate does, he finally slows down and leans against a short stairway railing.
He's too busy sucking down great lungfuls of air to laugh very much, but he's still grinning in spite of the many aches and the burn in his muscles and the way his head swims a little. He can't remember enjoying himself this much in a long time – even including the fights here.
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Post by Kup on Feb 2, 2014 18:00:01 GMT -5
"Like what?" Kate asks, confused. She's pretty sure there's no way he's saying, 'Too bad I wasn't organic and couldn't transform'! Like Willard, she's also huffing and puffing, but she appears to be recovering a bit quicker than one'd expect, given her age.
Whatever the answer to the question might be, she gives Swerve a broad grin, both in celebration over their little tumble and 'victory', such as it was, and just general shared enjoyment.
Hell, she even bites down the urge to say, 'See, I toldja you'd enjoy this!' Look at how considerate she's being!
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Post by Swerve on Feb 4, 2014 8:04:26 GMT -5
"You know," Willard pants, words sort of spilling out, "like – like this." He waves a hand at the both of them, the whole situation. Words aren't something that come easily to him. "It's good. Feels good." Even with the sore spots. Even though he didn't want to at first. He has to give up and sit on the stairs when the ground seems to roll under his feet and the edges of the world turn dark and sparkly for an instant, but he's still smiling.
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Post by Kup on Feb 9, 2014 20:07:23 GMT -5
"Ah!" Kate says with a gasp of understanding, and then she grins broad. "Yeah, got it," she nods, then she smirks. "Though I'd've been pretty damned out of place on a planet built around speed."
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