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[Thanatos 51-50]

Heroes, Villians, and Vigilantes, Incorporated; Part 4
Wherein Stuff gets REAL.

FEATURING:
Rabbit
Jesse
Grim Ranger
Silver Raptor
Un-revealed Mystery Figure Number One

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I took a minuete to relise than Rabbit was sitting at the foot of his bed, but Jesse Drake eventually grokked that she was handing him an amulet.
"You have a showdown." she said with a grin, handing it to him.
Jesse looked over the details with an inexperianced, yet wary eye.
"I need to Fight Grim Ranger by the docks? You guys do really love your cliches, don't you?"
"Not our fault you have all the cliche superpowers, or that Grim has a nautical storyline going at the moment - a storyline YOU ar going to bring a close to. More detaila re inside the envelope, including a list of Grim's abilities, so you can pull your punches right - beat him up, but let him get away. He's... like a puppy dog." Rabbit explained as Jesse read through the briefing.
It was time to make a "Newbie mistake"
~~~
It was the appointed hour when Jesse swooped down upon Warehouse Seventeen in all his silver-and-azure glory to drop one of Grim Ranger's hired goons dressed in a black cloak, who landed with a (Rather satsifying, but non-lethal) crumple in front of Grim, himself.
He was dressed in a volumionous black cloak and holding a pair or black, steel longswords with a white-and-red mask covering the entirty of his face and coated in (waterproofed) leather armour.
"Jesse Drake" he projected expertly in a strong, deep voice.

Jesse jumped down wordlessly, as he saw Grim reach or the super-weapon which was supposed to have Jesse on the ropes for the entirety of the fight.
This is where Jesse broke from the scripts and breathed fire.

Gouts of orange flame spewed forth from the Hero's lung and couted the big, bulky cloak, heated up the steel on the full-tang blades and caused Grim to loose his grip and stagger backward.
He wasn't expecting this.

This wasn't right.
Jesse darted forward and brought down a heavy overhand cross, breaking Grim's mask and revealing a young, air, and very, very frightened ace underneath.
Grim staggered away from Jesse's assault, and somewhere in the back of Jess'es mind the relization struck him.

Grim couldn't be more than Fifteen.

Despire this moment of lucidity, a super-speed backed, suer-strength punch hooked into the rangers leather-clad, supernaturally hot abdomen and the ranger flew backwards, impacting the steel saftey barricades, nearly breaking them.
Jesse advanced upon the conflagrated Ranger and delivered a large, well-telegraphed, and cinematic uppercut to the Ranger's Chin.

Grim flew up and backwards.
Straight into the water hazard. He struggled to get back onto his eet, but the cloak proved to be too much a hinderance, it tangled up in his limbs and wouldn't let him up.
Why why why...
Jesse picked Grim up by the collar and, choking, sputtered his inal words.
"Jesse, stop... the script."

"Forget the script"
And then, the ranger flew seaward
~~~

A silvery hawk luttered down to an abandoned apartment complex and shape-shifted into the miner, again, and ended up croaching before a dark and cloaked figure.
"Drake has eliminated Grim Ranger." he reportorted in a soft whisper.

"So it begins."

And so people know, yes, font colours are important. Even the colour-change mid-scene. He's speaking in a totally different voice.