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"Now that takes some talent. I've known a few guys who could do that... but it was pretty much their job to be able to lift things at a moment's notice." Misty continued, sliding out of her clothes and trying the dress on. "Super heroes... body builders... that sort of thing." she said, then took a little look at herself in the mirror. "Kind of job that makes it really hard to have a relationship...."

"Oh, quit the subtle s**t, will ya? I assume you want me to go back to Fisk's . . . or with the case of comic book logic: you, the villain (exhibit A), attempt to kill me and take Misty, the heroine (exhibit B) back to Fisk Towers. I, the comic relief to the REAL hero (exhibit C) somehow rescue/defy you because that's just how this s**t works . . . and since I'm on a tight schedule right now: get on with it." C.J. growled, clearly annoyed about what had happened.

"YES! GET ON WITH IT!!!"

*big crowd*: YEAH! GET ON WITH IT!!!

C.J. looked at the crowd of people on the other side of the fourth wall and smirked. "Wow, a lot of people shared the same opinion with that last statement. Seriously. You should see what I see right now."

Meanwhile, Leona nodded. "He's really good at it. Nice guy, too. Him and that Cajun fella C.J. pals around with arm wrestle all the time." she said, smiling when Misty tried the dress on. "Say, that looks really good on you!" Leona said.

A snarl forms on Lady Deathstrike's visage, as she grabs C.J. by the collar of his shirt with her left hand. Swiftly, that snarl had a wisp of an evil smile, pulling the circus performer close -- and springing the claws of her right hand directly toward C.J. Benoit's abdomen.....

Misty turned and smiled at the woman. "I'm fine with them." she replied. "Friends had me wear a blue sequins dress dress for a party one year. Liked it better than I had thought I would."

C.J. dove out of the way, barely dodging both. "Jesus H. Christ! Whaddaya tryin' to do, kill me?!" he asked rhetorically as he grabbed a wrench someone left trackside, holding it to defend himself. Sweet Jesus, I'd better think quick before she really DOES kill me! he thought.

. . . then he saw an opening. If he could time it just righ- impossible. At that clip, one false move and he'd be dead. Then he remembered, one false move here and . . . well, he'd be beside himself. Literally!

By this time, Lady Deathstrike had the internal computer mapping of the cart where Sapphire Spider was. Yuriko didn't have time for this fool in front of her. An evil smile formed from the kernel of an idea. As Benoit had backed away from her grabbing a wrench, Yuriko jumped rolling forward into a 'ball' in the air -- Benoit only saw Lady Deathstrike disappear in mid air....

............

Yuriko teleported inside the cart with her momentum propelling her directly at Misty, launching both feet out striking Sapphire spider high on her chest. The surprise attack launches Misty through the opposite side of the gypsy's cart causing an explosion of wood planks. As Saph lands hard, Yuriko takes a quick glance from the new hole in the cart spotting Misty.

As the heroine would slowly get back up, Yuriko makes two long skips outside to launch a straight kick at Misty's upper chest. Yuriko was fully expecting this attack to be stopped -- it was simply to anchor her foot on her target for her real attack. Swiftly, Yuriko used her anchor point while still momentarily suspended in mid-air to launch her other foot across Misty's chin... which should knock the heroine spinning in the air.

"Yo, Kitty! This is gonna get ugly!"

Leona screamed, hitting an emergency alarm button, sending a distress signal out to the radios on the frequency as the Circus train.

Meanwhile, C.J. got to his feet, still in awe of this before realizing what just happened. "Oh HELL no!" he growled before activating the radio he had. "Train Mechanic to all available personnel. We're under attack." C.J. growled just as Misty got sent through the railroad car. "s**t! Whoever that is got in Leona's car!"

Paco and Frank both got some of the animal wranglers together. Many of them grabbing what they could to help out. A conductor from a standby switcher was already on the phone for the local police, having seen the attack. C.J. was once again running back to the rear car, but only to switch out the wrench for the twelve-gauge he had for safe keeping. Running up along side of the train, he tried to get an opening.

Unfortunately for the assassin... the hero had spent quite a few months learning how to take blows. Her time spent with Blackstone left no room for being caught or wasting valuable time recovering. Not when the lives of people she cared for depended on her making it back at a certain time.

Misty was shaken and forced backwards with the smaller hits, but the moment Yuriko went to KO her... the cyborgs hand was suddenly wrapped in a series of blue strands of webbing. Stopping her arm in mid throw. Misty panted, looking up at the Cyborg, her eyes burning with a blue light.

The strands that were wrapped around Yuriko's arm led behind her. A massive, thick, spiked wall of shiny blue webbing waited, hovering behind her. While Yuriko had been sending blows, Misty had been setting up a trap of her own. It WAS just going to be a means of subduing her. But with the woman's attacks... Misty became angrier. And with her training... that usually meant her traps became deadlier.

Yuriko was about to be yanked backwards into a shiny blue Iron Maiden.