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Just as Bat-Crim was about to say something along the lines of "Now, hand them over." he caught a glimpse of the catgirl's eyes. They seemed different from before... More dangerous. Before he knew it she was right in his face using his OWN weapon against him, which was quite the surprise.

He reacted reflexitively, raising his hand as if trying to deflect a punch as he moved backward quickly on light hasty steps. This was a bit of a bad reaction and one clearly made out of surprise, which he realized as the slash connected with his left hand, sending blood flying and leaving quite a long gash along the top of it to his forearm, even his sturdy glove couldn't guard his skin from a quick slash from the sharpened weapon. He got serious at that instant, his eyes changing from their widened expression of surprise to a determined stare. He'd withdraw his left hand and counter with his right, rotating his body slightly to throw a backhanded fist strike toward the crazed girl's face, from his left to his right. This was a quick strike and one that might not do much damage, but would stun like hell.

Bat-Crim was surprised indeed, what had gotten into the catgirl, he wondered. After his missed backhand, he quickly withdrew his right fist to a tight guard at his side, his fist still slightly raised. In his periph, he caught a glimpse of her incoming left punch just as she launched it. In this instant he realized he was dealing with a different woman altogether, as he himself knew from experience that these types of hand to hand attacks were far from her normal arsenal of moves. He'd put his weight into dodging left , lowering his posture ever so slightly as his left leg reached outward left, touching down, soon his right would follow to carry his body in a fast sidestep. He would manage to narrowly avoid the incoming flame-charged punch, her fist wisping past his masked face. Ah but his mask would not get out of it unscathed, the flames of her ring seemed to n** at the material at the right of his cheek, burning some of it off before the flames dissipated.

After the quick evasion, he'd step away quickly in the small moments she would be recovering from the lunging high momentum punch. He would begin circling her quickly, moving lightly on his feet, keeping his guard up, his posture low, and his eyes on her, his left hand sitting at his side, continuing to bleed.

"Hm, okay, nice... Fast... I see you've been working on your moves." he said with a smug self-confidence. His eyes quickly flashed to his left hand which was by now bleeding rather badly. Perhaps he was stalling to look for a chance to patch up his wound? Either way he felt that the girl wouldn't let up on the pressure, so he was ready for more.

Has she finally snapped? I know most hybrid species humans have a sort of feral mode but I've never seen hers... I wonder if this is it.

Bat-Crim opted to ignore his bleeding arm for a bit longer, and rather than dodge the incoming slash he moved into her, grabbing her right wrist with his left hand, steeling himself enough to stop her arm mid-slash despite the soreness of his wounded left hand/arm. He would attempt to knee her left side with his right knee, his knee sparking upward as if propelled by a spring.

He screamed out angrily as the unexpected flames burnt his left wrist, causing him to release Kata's arm, and break her flaming grasp on him as he snapped his arm upward quickly. He'd push the girl away with his right arm, putting his weight into it with his right shoulder. He'd then grab his wrist with his right hand, eyes angrily peering back up at Kat.

"That... Hurt." he said angrily, quickly reaching, with his right hand, up to his neck where his cape was connected and unclasping it. The heavy garment fell to the ground around him with a thud. He would be much lighter now. His attire was very similar to the popular "Sneaking Suits" of Metal Gear fame, a lightly armored torso area, knee and elbow pads and a form fitting black blend of materials that allowed for flexibility, as well as softened the impact from physical blows.

However, his left arm was in pretty bad shape now, a cut from earlier and now a burn would not allow him to use it at 100% for the rest of the night, still, he still had quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

Try this...

In a flash, just after he unclasped his cape, the man withdrew two batarangs from his utility belt and hurled them at the girl from his right hand, letting both fly at the same time toward her torso and face.

Bat-Crim grinned evilly as he saw his second batarang hit the girl's arms. He was sure that she would not soon forget this night, however, the man had no time to gloat because without a moment's wait the catgirl had sent a batarang at him soon after. He took a defensive stance dropping low and bringing his right hand in front of him.

Dice Roll: 1, 3, 5, 7
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Bat-Crim would anticipate the incoming projectile, using his knowledge of the weapon which he's built up over years of use, he'd use his fingers to catch it, bringing his right hand up at the last moment quickly to stop it in midair with nimble fingers.
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Dice roll: 2, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10

Bat-Crim would attempt the same move, but fall short due to bad timing. The batarang would bounce off his hand, knicking the area between his index finger and thumb, then fly upward due to the slight collission with his hand and cut through his right shoulder, impaling him with it's pointed end through his shoulder enough to stay stuck there until he would pull it out, sending blood spurting outward from the wound.

Bat-Crim stepped backward on his left leg, putting his weight on it as he used the batarang he had just pulled out of his shoulder with his right hand to block Kata's slash. He pushed back at her a bit as he held her at bay with his weapon.


"Snap... Out of it!" he screamed, painfully bringing his left hand up at his side. He'd scream harshly as his left foot dug into the earth, curling his fingers into a fist regardless of how much it hurt. Using his solidly planted left foot to aid him he'd unleash a fierce left hook at the catgirl's face and would follow through, giving the punch enough force to knock her several feet away, conscious or not.

Crim` breathed heavily, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his left arm. He walked toward the catgirl and knelt beside her, folding his batarang and sliding it into it's slot on his belt. Reaching out with his right hand, he set his hand on her cheek, pushing her head to the side a bit. Yup, out cold, and still holding onto the batarang for dear life even after all that. The masked man would unfasten her fingers from it slowly, picking up the bloody weapon. He stood, then smirked slightly.

"Keep this as a memento." he said, dropping the batarang into the ground at her side before turning toward the small chirping chicks. "I can't say that felt good, never like to strike a lady... Ah well, she had to be stopped."

Bat-Crim walked towards the two birds, scooping them up into his arms and then walking to his cape. He fastened his cape and began walking back to the petstore. After a few steps he would turn and look back at the catgirl. With his left hand he slowly reached into a pouch on his belt, dropping three small marble-like objects onto the ground that would quickly start to spray a thick gray haze through the air, masking his escape.