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The sky stretched grey above the city, the dull white light glowing softly in the buildings' windows. The one, the only, SilverAngel stared down into a puddle of rainwater collected on the roof. Her metal wings were collected cautiously behind her.
Until she was off duty, the feathers were needed as metal. Taking a few steps forwards, over the puddle, she stared through the rusting steel fencework wrapped around the building's flat roof like a crown without jewels.
It would have almost been tranquil, had an unfortunately familiar, taunting voice not rung out with the loud slam of a building's wall being mangled with a massive spike encrusted hammer. "Come and get me!"
The voice of the sector's top villains, BlackHorn, yelled out as she crashed through buildings.
Sirens blared aloud with each building damaged as SilverAngel dove into the cloud of accumulated dust, following the green light that marked Blackhorn's location through the thick foggy dust and smoke. BlackHorn's specialty, her third eye, opened seeing with perfectly accurate heat vision, pinpointing the metal-winged hero through the smoke.
SilverAngel knew to dodge around the green light, viewing the shadow of the spiked hammer as it swung in her direction.
Whirling up and around her, SilverAngel threw her wings forwards to propel herself away from BlackHorn. Several metal feathers flying out from their sockets, sharp blades stabbing two inches deep into concrete.
BlackHorn scoffed in shock and annoyance as two of the bubbles on her bubble braid were sliced clean off where the ponytail once was. The severed white hair landed limply onto the ground.
"That's the closest to 'aim' you have? No wonder you're only in control of one sector!"
BlackHorn taunted, she needed SilverAngel to dive close again if she was going to crush her to a pulp under her hammer. SilverAngel glided above the slowly settling smoke, waiting for her nemesis's position to be exposed.
Blackhorn noticed the dust slowly sinking from the air. Much further destruction, and another hero may be called in to 'handle the situation'. She decided this was probably the ideal time for retreat. SilverAngel dove in on BlackHorn wings tucked close to her sides as she prepared her electric stun, electricity crackling around her whole form.
Blackhorn took the opportunity to launch a manhole cover at her, slamming into her right wing, and absorbing the electricity as BlackHorn took the stellar opportunity to dive into the sewers.
SilverAngel tried to follow, but her wings would not fit even when closed. The manhole itself had been damaged by the hammer's failure to fit into the inferior space. SilverAngel blasted a few rounds from her gun into the empty space out of spite.
"Hey feathers come in...SilverAngel you alright?"
A glitchy voice came from the battered earpiece tucked away behind SilverAngel's hair.
"Yeah I'm good. BlackHorn got away again, and the city's not looking too pretty. Might need to send in a clean up crew to fix this mess."
SilverAngel says while stepping around broken glass and debris from smashed buildings, the scattered dust still refusing to fully settle, dancing around her ankles , mockingly.
"Alright we'll get on that. You should head back to base, or corporate will skin me.." The voice from the earpiece mechanically stuttered through the damaged microphone in SilverAngel's left ear. SilverAngel let out an exasperated sigh.
"Alright I'll start heading there now."
She muttered, reluctantly leaving behind BlackHorn's escape route to spread her wings out and take off into the clouded sky.
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A loud thump followed by the sound of water splashing echoes throughout a tunnel, shortly a grunt escapes BlackHorn's mouth as she lands in the dark sewer tunnel. Cautiously she makes her way down the dark tunnel. Eventually, she saw the warmth of the lights up ahead, signalling she was close to JayShed plaza.
Delinquents, criminas, murderers, thieves, and everything in between roamed the thin isles, looking for a trade worth their time to barter. The JayShed plaza Is a mixed bag of BlueJays (somehow), missing posters up every wall so high that the bluejays made nests with them.
Once, this place was an old tunnel, now, criminals just used the walls of the tunnel to build a giant trade center, seven layers high built up out of wood, deep in the mountainside where no one cared enough to go find them.
Layers were built up from wood,small shacks on each "floor" offering usually illegal items for trade. Soon enough BlackHorn spots her favorite place to chat and steal a drink, the Poisoned Apple, the most popular tavern in the JayShed plaza.
Upon entering the building BlackHorn is surrounded by the sounds of laughter, glasses clinking together, and fire crackling along with distant sounds of gunshots, fighting, and the shrill screams of people getting stabbed. Ah yes, welcome to the JeyShed plaza. BlackHorn walks up to the bar and pulls out a stool.
"Hey there, what could I get-...BlackHorn we've talked about this you know you can't drink your only nineteen."
The bartender comments while giving her a knowing look. BlackHorn rolls her eyes before letting out an annoyed sigh.
"Oh come on-" she looks at his nametag. "Ashten, I just got out of a fight with SilverAngel. I think I deserve a drink." BlackHorn says with a convincing smile.
"It's still no BlackHorn, I'm not losing this job just so you can drink illegally."
Ashten mutters while sighing. BlackHorn rolls her eyes then her vision is focused on the tv hanging in the corner, broadcasting the fight she and SilverAngel just had. Whispers and gasps fill the busy tavern, and within seconds multiple people are coming up to BlackHorn with questions.
Feeling overwhelmed, BlackHorn quickly grabs a random booze bottle and makes a dash out of the busy tavern, quickly making her way to her hideout escaping everyone's questions and enjoying a drink.