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Anselm was deep in the city. He was in search of crime. Just then, he heard a gun shoot out in the park nearby. Gliding off a roof, he used his night vision to look for his prey. Down below was the suspect. Falcon tackled the man from the air, punched him deep in the gut, and kicked him back into a tree.

Falcon's eyes widen. A young female was approaching the downed man. He looked behind him when he heard a low gasp of breath. Behind a bench was a woman. He could see blood on the ground. He quickly looked between the ignorant girl and the victim. The bugler was raising his hand with gun pointed at Taeko. Thinking quickly, Falcon pushed Taeko out of the eye to take the shot.

The force of the shot caused him to stumble, but the armor protected him from lethal damage. Without giving the man time to recover, Falcon reached for the wrist of the gun hand and twisted it. The man yelped in pain, dropping the pistol. "Get out of here," he told Taeko.

He had his hands full enough with a bleeding woman.

What am I going to do, he thought, trying to fathom how he would be able to arrest the man and save the bleeding woman's life.

There's always the hard way, he considered, his fists become tighter.

Anselm knocked the man out. Although he did not like to play dirty, the costumed hero had no choice.

Falcon regarded Taeko for a moment. She was an odd one. She didn't seem at all alarmed by any of what was going on. He started thinking why that might have been, but a moan stirred his thoughts. It was the bleeding woman.

"Call the cops. This woman needs treatment," he said, after carefully picking the bleeding woman up, then ran away.

This woman was incapable of speaking? If that was the case, she would be unable to disclose to the authorities what needed to be said. Anselm slowed down and came to a stop. A few feet away was the crook on the floor.

"Screw it. I can't stay here and let this woman die," he said, then looked forward and started running again.

Hopefully someone other hero can come by and clean up the trash, he thought.

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Erika had come home after a long day, and knew that it was about to get even longer. Her heroic side, The Electric Ninja still needed to get out and fight crime...sort of. Erika was strapped for cash, and she always took a 5% "finder's fee" if she stopped a thief in his tracks. People were kinda suspicious, but no one argued with a ninja. Sighing, Erika put on her ninja suit, which was made of a special fiber that allowed her electric magic to get through(Ninjas wear full body outfits). With one final sigh, and a look in the mirror to make sure she looked right, she headed out.

The night was cool and refreshing, but something bugged Erika. Something big was about to happen. Erika leaped from rooftop to rooftop, until she came upon the roof of a small store. From the rooftop, she saw a black van pull up...obviously the reason of your premonition. Erika nearly lept out of her skin when she heard a voice inside her head. Do not be afraid. I am here to help you. The people in that van are thieves about to rob a 7-11...are you going to let that stand? Erika waited for a tense moment, then when the robbers had just went inside, she jumped down and flew into the store. "Time to clock out, baddies." Work on your heroic dialog. Erika scowled. The robbers had three shotguns, all pointed at the cashier as a fourth man was busy with the cash register.

Erika was quick, a second before one of the men turned to pull the trigger of his shotgun, she had dived behind a row of merchandise. All the shot did was shatter the sliding door. Erika worked quick, drawing a smoke bomb and lighting it. A quick toss later, and the mart was slowly filling with smoke, that was all flowing out the now destroyed door. You forgot about the door being shot, didn't you? Scowling again at the voice in her head, Erika drew her katana. One robber stupidly approached her position. A quick slash later, and the robber's shotgun was no longer useful.