Blur (Open)

[Daredevil]

As he dropped into a control fall, he tried to gauge his speed, if he could. Humans weren't supposed to be able to tell how fast they were, but the man known as Daredevil was much more than just a human. From the shifting of fluid in his ears, he could estimate a speed of about 20 mph, abruptly cut short by the tension in the cord linking billy club to grapnel. It fell sharply, the unbalanced force producing jerk that rippled through every muscle in Matt Murdock's body. Hand over hand, not employing his feet, he ascended the line, making short time of the 30 foot rise. At the top, he reset his club to working order, retracting the cord.

He focused for a moment, a 3-D representation of the environment gripping his awareness. He nimbly dashed along the edge of the building, smoothly transitioning to a steel wire leading to a lower building. On the tips of the toes the Daredevil ran, impeccable balance allowing him to perform this amazing feat. To the facade of the building he ran, gripping the lion capital of the building, swinging with excess momentum. He observed the extent of the intersection of 10th and 44th when the sound that made his night what it was: struggle.

Without even thinking, he sprung forth from his perch, making the easy gap between one building and the next. And then another. And then another, swinging around on his grapnel to street level. Dislodging his support, he swung it about, retracting the grapnel as he ran, the distress easy to view with his radar sense. Two men, one overweight and nervous, the other thin and calm, accosting a single man. As he drew closer, the sound of his light footfalls were heard even by the combatants, the slighter one crying out "Daredevil!".

He didn't have time to speak again. Daredevil aimed a savage kick at his sternum, a gurgling moan escaping his throat as he sank to his knees. The other turned and lunged with a clumsy right cross. The Man Without Fear dodged easily, ducking down and hooking a left into the assailant's side. He could hear the other struggling to get up and aimed another kick, this time at the other's chest.

The fisticuffs brawler aimed another punch at him, but Daredevil wrapped forefinger and thumb around his wrist, twisting easily and using his own motion to snap the wrist, dispatching him. He stiffened for a moment, breathing gently. He looked to the still cowering man, and merely nodded, and the man took off at a brisk run. Matt aimed his grapnel to the top edge of their nearest building, scaling it lower than before.

A low whisper could be heard close to him.

"Just a blur..."

[Typhoid Mary]

It's a beautiful night.
Typhoid's in control, and things are just smoking hot in this bar.
Dancing on the floor to S.E.X. by a band called Nickleback, several men eating right out of the palm of my fishnet clad hand.
So many sets of lips, hot bodies moving all around me.
And the tequila is mighty fine too!
Senor Quervo is the man of the night.
But things have gotten hot. Really hot.
My flesh burns from all the activity and amusement, and one of them reaches in to touch me, and scalds his hand, screaming and jumping away.
I stop dancing, and look at him with a smile.

If you want to play with fire, you have to expect a burn or two.

Suddenly bored as the reactions are less than satisfactory, I grab one whiny man by his hair, and toss him into another, his hair smoldering in my hand, the scent of burn hair filling the air around me.

Such a pity. Turn up the heat, and suddenly you jump out of the frying pan.
I was just getting started, but now I'm bored.

With the snap of a finger, the whole group of them spontaneously go up in flames, and I wave as they scream,

It's been real, but not very fun.
Bye now.

At this point, everyone in the bar is screaming and throwing a fit, so instead of fighting through the cattle, I move to use the nearest table as a 'step up', curling into a ball, to build momentum so that when my boots hit the glass window, it shatters, and lets me out of the bar.
I use a fire escape, to get away from the street, knowing the sirens were headed to put my fire out.
I'm not in the mood to be extinguished so quickly.
I was just making it back to street level, unseen in an alley, when I hear someone say 'Dardevil'.
The sounds of an ensuing battle ring out to me, drawing me in, as I watch the Redman fight.
By design of my unique... conditions, I tend to fall off the blind man's radar, and I'm able to get close enough to whisper,

"Just a blur..."

As I admire his work.
Expecting a quick reaction from a man 'with no fear', I duck down low with a leg sweep, coming up to let out a chilling laugh,

"Long time no see Redman.
Got a kiss for your old paramour?"

[Daredevil]

One moment.

One single moment of rest, and now look where that had gotten him. Typhoid, who he couldn't perceive with his radar sense. Typhoid, who had nearly driven him crazy. Typhoid, who he still sometimes had trouble distinguishing whether he loved her or hated her.

"Kiss for my old paramour, Mary?" he said in a low voice. He pursed his lips for a moment.

"Kiss this, you lunatic!" Daredevil turned low on his heel, dropping into a fast stalk towards the edge of the building, the street lying 35 feet below. At the intersection of 10th and 44th, a stoplight stood barring those who would speed down 44th street. It hung over the street parallel to how Murdock ran, but that didn't matter to him. He reached the edge and kept running, letting himself fall for less than the slimmest split second and then sprang upward with both legs.

Focusing as he flew, rising in an arc, he sought out with his radar sense and nothing but the pole, suspended above the ground, remained to his false vision. He judged the distance to be a good 45 feet, but there was also a rough 10 foot drop between the top of the building he had occupied and the pole which would be his salvation. As he began to fall instead of fly, he turned his body so that it was perpendicular with the pole, catching it as he sped down past it, his right hand snapping out with well-trained reflexes, the other hand gripping his billyclub. Using his now manipulated momentum, he swung down and around, landing deftly on his feet.

But he brooked no time to rest. Daredevil desperately wanted to put as much distance between him and Typhoid as he could manage. His superhuman sense of balance allowed him to stay centered as he nimbly ran across the stoplight to the other side of the intersection, simultaneously springing upward and lashing out with his grapnel, pulling fiercely with all the strength he could muster, the tension in the rope propelling him up and forward. In fact, his motion was strong that he was propelled akimbo, head over heels, performing a deft frontflip before landing on his feet on the roof of his next building.

He stood up slowing, looking back to where Typhoid should have been, before taking off again at a breakneck run.

[Typhoid Mary]

His response makes me click my tongue a bit,

"Typhoid's in control now, not Ma.."

Before I can finish my retort, he's gone!
A red blur, as he runs from me!
I'm so stunned my jaw drops, that move being the last thing I suspected from Daredevil.
Well. If he wants to play coy...
Knowing with his agility, and the element of surprise on his side giving him a good head start, I don't try to keep up with the costumed hero.
Instead, I laugh, knowing even as he's fleeing, his special hearing can catch it as it echoes off the alley around me.
I take off from the alley, staying on the ground as he moves less directly on the buildings above, I keep my senses peeled for any life ahead.
And... there she is... Perfect really.
A business woman, short, cute, alone.
She moves politely to let me speed on past, but I don't, stopping instead to grab her, pulling her to me, licking her cheek as I hiss in her ear,

"Scream for me."

When she struggles, trying to ask 'what', I twist her arm in my grip until the snap of the bone breaking is drowned out by her screams of pain.

"That's it! Scream for me! Make it loud so he can hear..."

The Redman will come back... he's a sucker for a damsel in distress.