Danny Rand ☯ the Immortal Iron Fist (iron_fist) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-10-02 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron fist |
Who: Danny Rand
NPCs: Orson Randall, Crane Daughter, Thugs, Luke Cage, & Steel Phoenix.
Where: Rooftops and warehouse in New York. Later Luke's bar.
When: October 2nd, 2013
What: Danny & Orson continue their battle across New York against Crane Mother's lackeys. Meanwhile, the latest threat pays a visit to Luke.
Rating: R
"Your woman parts still hurting?"
"I resent that."
"Maybe so, but that doesn't answer my question."
"You know, it's hard to just get over someone like Dinah Lance. There's no one else like her."
"Oh yeah?"
Danny looked around the roof top where a half dozen Dinah look a likes were sprawled out in various positions like roughly discarded dolls. Folded over, and in some cases, twisted in unnatural ways. No matter how often he was forced to do this it never got any easier, although he had finally convinced himself that not a one of them were Dinah. In fact that thought had strengthened his resolve, as he considered each and every doppelganger a slight against her person. This was something he could do, but it left a sour taste in his mouth, which was to say nothing of the personal guilt.
"You know what I meant." He stepped over one of the Crane Daughters that had dressed herself in the same style, color, and type of dress that Dinah had worn at the Wakandan gala that seemed as if it had been an age ago now. And unfortunately, that had become something of a thing too. Not just stealing her face, but actual looks she had had while they were dating. If not for Orson having his back, it was likely he would not have survived the first time it happened.
"I know, kid. I know. I-" Foot steps in the alley interrupted what else Orson might have said, as he and Danny crept toward the edge of the roof to look over. What greeted them below was yet another Crane Daughter, wearing a black leather jacket, fish-nets, and the blonde hair of Dinah. She smiled, waved, and darted down the alley into the open door of a warehouse.
"...A non too subtle trap, I'd say."
"Has to be. But you want to go ruffle some more feathers anyway?"
"Yeah, but this time let me take the lead", Danny said as he leapt from the roof to the alley below before Orson could answer, though the old man kept right on his heels. He could hear more than one individual inside the warehouse, and while that should have caused him to give at least some consideration as to how best to proceed, he was far too keyed up to think rationally.
"Just stand back, keep your pistol holstered, and let me do the fisting. I have some aggression to work out", Danny said as he slid to a stop just inside the door, which was dimly illuminated by some overheard lights. Just enough to see the facial expressions of the assembled men holding baseball bats, chains, and crowbars-a mixture of horror and mild amusement. It was roughly the same expression Orson had when Danny risked a glance over his shoulder.
"I didn't mean-"
"Just shut up and fight!"
Danny turned in time to catch a chain around his forearm. The man on the other end tugged at him, but Danny was stronger as he pulled him forward, jumped, and dropped him with an inside crescent kick. "It's like nobody understands me anymore! I mean, first Dinah, and-"
"Oh God, not this again!" Orson yelled, as he caught a baseball bat in his hand. With a horizontal chop, he broke it in half and bashed the thug in the face with his portion. "I swear I'll put you down myself if you make another whiny bitch comment about that woman."
A crow bar swung at Danny, and he bent at the waist and the knees as if he was re-enacting a scene from the Matrix to avoid it, rising just as quickly to prevent the back swing as he caught the man's wrist with his right hand. "Whatever, old man." Danny used his grip to turn the arm of the man and break his elbow with a quick strike from his left hand, and let him drop to the floor howling in pain as he added, "Don't forget this is all your fault."
"And it's like I keep trying to tell you, kid", Orson replied as he ducked a punch, rose, and swung a pistol around in his hand to hit the man across from in the jaw with the butt of it, "I'm doing my best to get you the Hell out of it. I know this should all be on me." He reoriented the pistol again and used another man in the knee cap. "Trust me, I'd like nothing better than to take each of these pistols, and shove them straight up-"
"Enough!" It was the Crane Daughter they had chased into the warehouse. She did not have the Canary Cry of the woman she was impersonating, but the men with the Iron Fist and the thugs alike paused.
Danny, who had a man by the collar, actually let him go as he turned to look. "What now?"
"A message, from Mother. She would like for you to know that the Steel Phoenix is coming, and that with him you will experience more pain and sorrow than you can possibly imagine."
"Who the hell is the-", Danny started, but with a flash the daughter transformed and flew out of the warehouse as her namesake, leaving him and Orson with a dozen men who were almost as confused as they were. "Now what?"
"Now we finish here", Orson said as he let his fist fly into the nearest man, "And figure that out later!"