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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:39 pm
Cat raised her eyebrows, then calmly started webbing him into place with her stolen web shooters. Eventually she was going to run out of web fluid, but she was fairly sure that time was a ways off; plus, if she could stop him from moving, then she could just pound on him until he went down. After all, he was a vanilla human... a really, really BIG vanilla human.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:48 pm
/// * facepalm * I have no idea how I forgot about those... ///
Fisk stopped moving and looked down at himself with a bit of surprise as webbing began pulling him back. Not quite what he was expecting...but nothing he couldn't handle. He'd gone rounds with Spider-Man before after all.
Roughly, he jerked his arms to try and free them from the webbing. His strength should be enough for now. If she managed to empty the shooter on him, however, he was stuck.
In an effort to make her stop for a brief moment, he aimed the end of his staff at her and fired the lazer at the bottom of it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:53 pm
She ducked to avoid it, shooting two globs of webbing at his feet while she was there, then pushed off the ground and sprang directly at him, claws extended. If she could just get at him while he was still stuck...
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 6:01 pm
Fisk braced himself as Cat sprung at him. He ducked the shot, so he moved the arm holding the staff to try and block her clawed fingers. He readied his other arm to grab onto her. If he could get ahold of her, it wouldn't matter if he was stuck or not.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 6:06 pm
Cat raked her nails at the hand meant to grab her as she passed, grabbed a hold of the staff with her other hand, and swung herself forward on it, bringing both feet up towards his face. Where the hell was Reaper, anyway? Surely Electro wasn't giving him that much of a problem... Not that she couldn't take care of this herself; this was actually fun after being cooped up again. It was just... Teaming up with someone who outclassed her on such a massive scale had spoiled her rotten, hadn't it?
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 6:14 pm
// Let me know when you do want him to step in. When he does, the fight will be over instantly. And...Cat'll probably have to remind him that he can't kill anyone. XP //
Her feet connected with Fisk's face, and his head snapped back. Unfortunately, he recovered rather quickly and tried to grab her again while she was so close to him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 6:19 pm
She was entirely too fast for that. She scratched his face, more out an instinctual fear of being grabbed than anything else, before pushing off of his shoulders, flipping over, and landing in a feline crouch behind him. The next second, she brought her left leg snapping back towards the back of his knee. If it connected, his chances of staying upright were slim to none.
((Whenever you think he would actually be done is fine. I'm really interested in getting them to the underground lab more than anything else, although Cat really is enjoying herself. So... Yeah. Whenever you think.))
((Edit: Also, back in two hours.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 6:22 pm
// I'll bring Reaper in when I think he'd step in then.
Alright. See you in a bit. :3 //
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 7:14 pm
Fisk grunted as Cats claws slid down his face. He tried to move his cane around to shoot at her again, but his leg gave way before he had the chance to try. With a grunt, he crumpled into a crouch. He flipped his staff around in his hand and made sure that the tip was behind him.
Then he fired again.
The other version of Cat stared at the door with a scowl. She didn't know who exactly it was her other was getting into a fight with, but it sounded way too much like...
Still glaring, she flopped another finished file onto the table.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 8:43 pm
Cat dodged the blast. Mostly. The beam clipped her upper arm as she moved, and she let out a little cry of surprise and pain as her roll carried her out of the line of fire. Just below her shoulder, the black material of her suit had been burned away, bearing a patch of raw, bright red skin. More irritated than anything else (this was her only spare costume!), Cat came up out of her roll and, using that momentum, aimed a spinning kick at the man's shiny, bald head while his staff was conveniently pointed in the wrong direction.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 8:52 pm
Now that he had a few split seconds of time, Fisk tried to free himself of the webbing again. Trying to keep weight off of his injured knee, he twisted his upper body to try and jerk some of the webbing free from his torso. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and tried to move his arm back to block whatever it was that was coming at him now.
With any luck, he'd grab a hold of it as well.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:15 pm
Seeing his shift in focus, Cat quickly switched tactics, using the hook kick she'd aimed at the back of his head as a feint. Without following through, she abruptly hopped from one leg to the other, and brought her other foot speeding towards his face in a round kick.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:21 pm
The kick connected, reigniting the pain in his face cause by the new claw marks. Furious, he lunged towards her, pushing with his good knee. The moment he was able to grab hold of her, she was going to be in a world of hurt.
Though with so much happening in the small hallway, it might be noted that the light show outside had stopped.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:39 pm
Cat didn't notice. She was too busy flipping neatly over his head and then aiming another hook kick at the side of his head. Even with such a thick skull, a solid hit to the temple seemed likely to knock him out. "Oh, please," she said frostily, "I keep up with Spider-man, and you're a fat man with a laser cane; the fact that you're even trying something like this belittles us both."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:46 pm
The kick connected, and Fisk went down with another grunt. He didn't get back up this time.
At about that time, the door to the copy room opened just a crack, and a pair of yellow goggles peeked out.
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