characters: Iron Fist, OT Anyone setting: Harlem Streets content: PG-13 Violence summary: Danny's getting back in the game after rebuilding his school. Hitting crime in Harlem hard.
Iron Fist rolled with the impact of his landing, the force of his four-story fall serving only to vault him forward as came back up. A few moments later his feet hit the ground once more, as he maintained his momentum through an all-out sprint. He had been moving at this pace for well over an hour. His breathing was without effort, his muscles free of fatigue, his skin devoid of sweat. The chi of Shao-Loa the Undying burned within him. He knew not where he was bound. His senses searched and probed all around him. Their accuracy sharpened, poised for sign of trouble.
A pair of garish Lincolns turned onto his street, two blocks from him. Their engines roared loudly as they sped away from him, silver spinners dancing on their wheels. Somehow, Danny knew he had found his prey. The Dragon had showed the way.
See... He willed the power within, and in an instant his vision intensified. He saw everything. The four armed men in the cherry-red car, the three more in the gold and black one ahead. The nervous tension a driver's neck, the moving lips of the passenger next to him.
Know... He read the lips of one man, and knew that he meant violence this night. ‘-ingpin delivered with the artillery. Those Mexican bastards won’t know what hit them…’ Move… Danny’s legs increased in speed, until his feet barely had time to hit the ground. Within a minute he was parallel with the lead car. He saw the driver turn his head to identify the movement. But the Iron Fist was airborne. Strike... With a thunderous crash Danny’s feet exploded through windshield. He kept them together, his arms crossed over his chest, so he slid easy to rest between the driver and the passenger seat. Everyone in the car gaped in astonishment, even the driver as he swerved wildly. Iron Fist lashed out with each limb.
Gunshots and yells filled the confined space. The car turned hard, and the vehicle flipped. Gravity became a memory as they were engulfed in a whirlwind of chaos. Amidst it all, a flame sparked. ‘BOOM!!’
The Iron Fist exploded from the twirling car wreck, landing heavily on the hard pavement. He spun across the rough ground, until he finally threw out his arm.
The second car had stopped thirty feet from him, its doors open as the passengers looked on in surprise. Iron Fist pulled himself to his feet, as behind him there blossomed a spectacular fireball. Danny's eyes flared as he focused on the men.
Wheels screamed in protest as they turned the car around and accelerated away, as they blasted at Iron Fist with automatic weapons. He rolled left, as bullets ricocheted off the pavement, and then sprang up in hot pursuit of the hit squad.