Black Fang
The encounter with Black Fang.
Well, its happened, I met this tool called Black Fang. Yeah he ticks me off already. So I’m out by Temple St down in downtown LA, not much going on, plenty of homeless walking around, but you really cant do much about them as a force of nocturnal justice, so I am heading towards some warehouses by 6th street, which have had shady histories of drug-dealing and I see a small group of people up on the top of this warehouse. I see them a few blocks away with some little puppies I made a while back, they have Ultra-vision which is really nice for situations like this. So I look and I see one has a black spandex-type suit. Trouble is a-brewin’ so I head over there, using my lines and get the ‘drop’ on them.
Well, it wasn’t that easy, and melee ensued. Of course I was alone, as who knows where Charles is at this point, so I pull out my sword, and cut down the 4 flunkies that pulled out some automatic weapons (mind you, I don’t even know if they were up to no good, but one look at me and they pretty much were getting ready to blast me, so I made an executive decision on the spot.) Now when I take down the flunkies in general with a sword it can get messy, and I really am not the type of dark-hero that likes limbs everywhere, so I just go for the kneecaps or wrists, they cry like babies and don’t bother me anymore and I don’t feel too bad about that. One gets a pop off me, but even at this close range my Feelira suit can absorb that type of impact without any fuss, heck Cea used to blast me with high-throughput energy salvos back home.
So while I’m playing pick-up-sticks with the boys that black suited fella pulls out this machete and starts in on me.
Now let me explain, normally I would laugh at a machete, some grass-cutter, but darn gone it, it hurt. The arse really gave me a walloping. He said something about being Black Fang and screwing up his plans, honestly I cant hear much and don’t pay that close attention to the guy when I am trying not to get chopped up. We go at it for a bit, and he kicks me good in the solarplexes (sp?) and I go down for a second. I guess that’s all he needs and he vanishes.
Lets talk about Vanishing. I know all about it…that’s kinda my shtick. I know what a teleport looks like, I know the old smoke bombs and run away move. But this guy vanishes. No light, no warp portal just gone. Even with my new Ultra-vision lens, nothing. No trace, no heat signatures.
Suck.
So I’m standing there, with four guys bawling at me feet and I got nothing. I don’t even know what it was about. I left.
Well, its happened, I met this tool called Black Fang. Yeah he ticks me off already. So I’m out by Temple St down in downtown LA, not much going on, plenty of homeless walking around, but you really cant do much about them as a force of nocturnal justice, so I am heading towards some warehouses by 6th street, which have had shady histories of drug-dealing and I see a small group of people up on the top of this warehouse. I see them a few blocks away with some little puppies I made a while back, they have Ultra-vision which is really nice for situations like this. So I look and I see one has a black spandex-type suit. Trouble is a-brewin’ so I head over there, using my lines and get the ‘drop’ on them.
Well, it wasn’t that easy, and melee ensued. Of course I was alone, as who knows where Charles is at this point, so I pull out my sword, and cut down the 4 flunkies that pulled out some automatic weapons (mind you, I don’t even know if they were up to no good, but one look at me and they pretty much were getting ready to blast me, so I made an executive decision on the spot.) Now when I take down the flunkies in general with a sword it can get messy, and I really am not the type of dark-hero that likes limbs everywhere, so I just go for the kneecaps or wrists, they cry like babies and don’t bother me anymore and I don’t feel too bad about that. One gets a pop off me, but even at this close range my Feelira suit can absorb that type of impact without any fuss, heck Cea used to blast me with high-throughput energy salvos back home.
So while I’m playing pick-up-sticks with the boys that black suited fella pulls out this machete and starts in on me.
Now let me explain, normally I would laugh at a machete, some grass-cutter, but darn gone it, it hurt. The arse really gave me a walloping. He said something about being Black Fang and screwing up his plans, honestly I cant hear much and don’t pay that close attention to the guy when I am trying not to get chopped up. We go at it for a bit, and he kicks me good in the solarplexes (sp?) and I go down for a second. I guess that’s all he needs and he vanishes.
Lets talk about Vanishing. I know all about it…that’s kinda my shtick. I know what a teleport looks like, I know the old smoke bombs and run away move. But this guy vanishes. No light, no warp portal just gone. Even with my new Ultra-vision lens, nothing. No trace, no heat signatures.
Suck.
So I’m standing there, with four guys bawling at me feet and I got nothing. I don’t even know what it was about. I left.
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