When Hell Meets Knight [Knightress]

[Patsy "Hellcat" Walker]

So this is what it was like? Listening to police scanners from a rooftop and trying to find the right "catch". She had to admit, it was a bit more comforting to know that she wasn't going to just jump into some sort of senseless situation, a mistake she had made last time she was out patrolling the Big Apple and happened upon some shouts and gunshots. This time, however, things were going to be different and Patsy was going to be prepared for just about whatever was going to be flung her way. The proper martial and wrestling practice had been scheduled throughout the week; along with some self-training of her telekinetic and telepathic abilities, being able to fly or take out big guys through non-physical means might prove to be rather useful.

~Back-up requested at the old Hamstron Warehouse. Criminal units stationed on and in the premises~

This was it.

Time to redeem herself for her previous superheroine blunder.

Taking very little time to stand up from her crouched position and stretch, Patsy Walker pulled her cat-inspired mask over her face and became the Hellcat. Within seconds, the redhead had taken to the skies and was headed for the scene of the criminal activity. Her mind almost immediately flooded with questions. Thoughts concerning things like: who were the people that were posing the possible threat? would anyone else show up, police or hero wise? would she actually live?

Time flew by as the buildings and sky had and Hellcat had reached her destination. To be more specific, the roof of the Ham… something Warehouse. Now, all she had to do was put her skills to use. Glancing over the ledge of the rooftop, Hellcat made a visual sweep of the walkway below before taking her next action…

'Hey you! What are you doing up here?'

A voice from behind her and then gunshots. With the threat of bullets ripping through her frame into her, Hellcat put her agile body into motion and pressed her body against the roof before pushing herself up onto her hands and flipping towards the shooter, a foot extended and aimed for the person's jaw.

CRACK.

BLAM. BLAM.

The shooter collapsed to the ground as their finger made a couple more squeezes on their handgun. She had no idea how long she had 'til they were going to be out, but she sure as hell knew that it was in her best interest to not stick around. Hellcat took off in a run and propelled herself forward, her hands landing on the ledge of the rooftop and her entire body following the motion. Airborne. Her hair whipped wildly as she sailed through the air and headed for the warehouse's loading yard.

Hellcat landed with a soft pat on the ground and stayed in a crouch position. She waited for a moment, as a precaution related to the issue of being seen or tracked by those who had already seen her, and eventually stood up. Her head and eyes darted in combination, trying to figure out the next move she should make in her ultimate goal of foiling this criminal plot or whatever was going on. However, it appeared that taking the time to do such things were not beneficial to her stealth, because she heard a shout from somewhere in the warehouse's yard; it was something like:

'I saw something fly off the roof and land somewhere over here.'

Damn.

...

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Making any sudden movements might clue them, whoever 'them' was, into her position, which compromised her current position and situation even further. These were the things that anyone with real expertise wouldn't screw up on and even if they did, there would be a plan somewhere in the works. Hellcat, on the other hand, was drawing a blank. If 'them' came, she was just going to have to fight her way out of this mess.

[kate]

Being a vigilante was both a fun and dangerous job to have. The was always the threat of some criminal getting off a damn lucky shot or a villain getting the best of you. Every night you put your life on the line to protect and serve the common man while the “real” heroes were out doing other maybe more important things like battling aliens or something like that. But the payoff outweighed the risks. Seeing the smiling and grateful faces of civilians after saving them or stopping a bank robbery was just so rewarding. Or at least it was for the young Katherine Bishop, aka Knightress. Then again, Kate always enjoyed helping people ever since she was just a little kid so when her mutation awoken, it was only natural that she would become a vigilante to help people more. After a little run-in with a man named Barton, Kate had begun thinking about taking her skills to a national level by working with S.H.I.E.L.D. But sadly, that would mean she would have to give up on vigilante work. There had to be a way around that though. Maybe she could do it in secret, like how she operated now. For now though, something more important was about to go down.

Kate was out on her nightly patrol leaping roof to roof like an expert gymnast with superhuman abilities, technically that's what she kinda was, when she spotted another person sitting on a roof off in the distance. It wasn't everyday that you so a young girl in this position, and in a costume. ”What's this, another heroine?” she asked herself. Upon seeing the girl slip on a mask, she received her answer. Only vigilantes and superheroes wore mask and costumes at night in New York City... well besides the more “eccentric” people or weirdos if you prefer. Kate decided to follow this young heroine to her destination, she had to be heading somewhere where a bunch of bad guys were. This night was going to pick up real soon and she loved it. Watching the other leap from the rooftops with such grace that could rival her own was an impressive sight to behold. Kate always favored speed and agility over brute strength.

Soon the little game of unaware cat and mouse came to a stop when the girl reached a shady looking warehouse. It always had to be a warehouse for some reason. Didn't criminals realize that warehouses were like the first places a hero would search for some illegal activity? Kate waited on a nearby rooftop making sure she was out of sight. Before she could get to comfortable, one of the possible many thugs approached the girl from behind. ”Watch your six baby.” She immediately drew her bow, placing an arrow on the string, and then pulled back ready to fire on the thug. To her surprise though, the girl dispatched him with ease. ”She might not need my help after all.” Seriously this girl had some moves on her, but she seemed a little inexperienced with letting that goon sneak up on her. Alright so she was on the move again heading for the loading shipyard. From her current position, Kate had a perfect view of the entire area. Being an archer really had its advantages. Instead of running down there, she was going stay put and pick off the baddies from a distance.

”Maybe I spoke too soon,” she murmured to herself. A few of the guards thought that they had caught a glimpse of her, which they did. The girl was practically pinned down now with nowhere to run to. Kate could see the goons approaching her from multiple sides. She couldn't let this poor amateur get filled with lead; that wouldn't be a pretty sight to behold. Drawing two arrows, Kate prepared to fire on the unsuspecting goons. ”Nightie night.” The arrows cut through the air like a hot knife through butter, soaring soundlessly until... ~SHUCTK~ they met their targets deadcenter in the chest of the two men. The velocity behind the shots knocked them off their feet. Kate set her sights on another pair of goons coming up on the other girl's right blindside. This was going to be a very fun night.