[ So pissing off the Maggia? It was definitely a bad idea, even if she had a plan. She just didn't plan for Hammerhead to be quite this unyielding in his revenge. At this point, she's seriously wondering if Fisk was worse or not. Sirens were already blaring from all the gunshots down the road, all of which had been aimed at her.
One of the big guys had stomped on her grappling gun, and it left her far more limited in her escapes. Currently, she was ducked between two apartment buildings, catching her breath and trying to figure out what the hell her next move is. Of course, all breaks come to an end unfortunately. Hers comes to an end when the big guy that she'd been fighting earlier rounded the corner and locked eyes with her. ] This is really getting old, you can just tell Hammerhead I got away. [ He seems to disagree with her theory though and charges her. She makes a run towards him too and slides right under his legs and sends a kick at his back that -- well, considering the guy is like 10x as big as her, it isn't surprising it does very little but leave her open to get grabbed and thrown into one of the brick walls. A strong punch to her abdomen has her staying in place, even if most of her body armour absorbs it. He's drawing back again, looking like he has every intention of trying to turn her into cat jam against the wall, so she swipes sharp metal claws across his face.
She just wants to go to one of her not homes, take a nice long bubble bath and drink a glass -- no a bottle of wine. Is that too much to ask for?
When he stumbles back she slams her shoulder into him with as much force as she can muster, putting him right under a fire escape. She uses him to scale up and grab onto it before wrapping her legs around his neck, tightening around his throat and holds on for dear life until she's certain if she lets go he's going to go down instead of keep trying to throw her off.
Her landing is less than graceful, but she still lands on her hands and feet. Maybe that thing they say about cats is true. When Felicia stands, her hand finds her side as she presses against very bruised and angry ribs. Fun.
The click of a gun has her freezing where she is and slowly raising her hands. She spent too much time taking down the big guy, apparently. She can tell he's about to pull the trigger. Hammerhead has a kill order out on her. So the gunshot has her scrunching her eyes shut tight.
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And then... opening them very hesitantly to figure out why she's not in the land of the dead or feeling metal tearing through her. The last thing she expects to see is Deadpool. Sorry, her brain is still reeling and very tired, if he's expecting anything witty, he's going to be disappointed. ] You saved me? [ Which sounds an awful lot more like "why?" And will definitely lead to an idea of hiring him, but give her time, she just almost died and has been fighting off guys nonstop all night. ]
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One of the big guys had stomped on her grappling gun, and it left her far more limited in her escapes. Currently, she was ducked between two apartment buildings, catching her breath and trying to figure out what the hell her next move is. Of course, all breaks come to an end unfortunately. Hers comes to an end when the big guy that she'd been fighting earlier rounded the corner and locked eyes with her. ] This is really getting old, you can just tell Hammerhead I got away. [ He seems to disagree with her theory though and charges her. She makes a run towards him too and slides right under his legs and sends a kick at his back that -- well, considering the guy is like 10x as big as her, it isn't surprising it does very little but leave her open to get grabbed and thrown into one of the brick walls. A strong punch to her abdomen has her staying in place, even if most of her body armour absorbs it. He's drawing back again, looking like he has every intention of trying to turn her into cat jam against the wall, so she swipes sharp metal claws across his face.
She just wants to go to one of her not homes, take a nice long bubble bath and drink a glass -- no a bottle of wine. Is that too much to ask for?
When he stumbles back she slams her shoulder into him with as much force as she can muster, putting him right under a fire escape. She uses him to scale up and grab onto it before wrapping her legs around his neck, tightening around his throat and holds on for dear life until she's certain if she lets go he's going to go down instead of keep trying to throw her off.
Her landing is less than graceful, but she still lands on her hands and feet. Maybe that thing they say about cats is true. When Felicia stands, her hand finds her side as she presses against very bruised and angry ribs. Fun.
The click of a gun has her freezing where she is and slowly raising her hands. She spent too much time taking down the big guy, apparently. She can tell he's about to pull the trigger. Hammerhead has a kill order out on her. So the gunshot has her scrunching her eyes shut tight.
...
And then... opening them very hesitantly to figure out why she's not in the land of the dead or feeling metal tearing through her. The last thing she expects to see is Deadpool. Sorry, her brain is still reeling and very tired, if he's expecting anything witty, he's going to be disappointed. ] You saved me? [ Which sounds an awful lot more like "why?" And will definitely lead to an idea of hiring him, but give her time, she just almost died and has been fighting off guys nonstop all night. ]