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Tweak says, "That tickles!"

Rooms anonymous (roomsanon) wrote in rooms,
@ 2014-05-05 23:32:00

Entry tags:

!dc comics, *log, dick grayson

Who: Cult!NPC and Nightwing
What: Fight
Where: Gotham
When: nowish
Warnings/Rating: violence

News of a strange murder and the shadow that rose out of a dead man's mouth made Gotham more afraid of the night than it had been in years. The city went quiet and even the brewing gang war from weeks ago seemed to be a self-extinguishing flame. A man outside of his local church, a large beautiful cathedral that was as old as Gotham itself, joked that the cult was the best thing that happened to his city in a long time.

Five seconds later, he ate his own words.

The stained glass window from above shattered into a kaleidoscope of color and out jumped the flaming form of a medieval warrior. Dressed in plated armor with a red billowing skirt and a headdress made of chain mail, Joan of Arc herself swung her giant sword as if the Gotham citizens around her were demons to be chopped down in the name of God's army. Yellow flames licked her body, setting fire to anything they touched and the woman screamed holy words before slicing her victims into pieces.

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upintheclouds
2014-05-07 06:20 am UTC (link)

Nightwing had been overworking himself, for various reasons, but it didn't show and he refused to feel it. Besides, gang war, crazy demonic murders, city in shambles, Nightwing was all over that shit. It made the rest of it that much easier to deal with.

He wasn't far from the commotion, he saw it from atop another building, and then he heard it as he sped his bike in the direction of the fray. As he skidded to a stop near the church his knee almost hitting the ground with the force of it. He was such a showoff.

He was a showoff who wasn't prepared for what he laid his eyes on next. He opened his mouth to report back but remembered no one was listening which just caused him to puff his chest out that much more. He'd seen theatrics before - and as far as he was concerned - this is all that was. As he walked toward the fray his jaw was set and his hands reached back to grasp his escrima sticks in each hand. She was setting fire to things, killing people, as far as Dick was concerned she was just a crazy person with some magic tricks. Or Lady Thor. Either way, he did not have time for this in his city.

There was no sneaking up on her, he needed a closer look, there was no choice but to walk right in, he put himself in front of people running the opposite direction and he hollered trying to get her attention before she killed more people.

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roomsanon
2014-05-07 06:32 am UTC (link)

The crowd ran from Joan of Arc in fear, but some were so struck with awe that they were rooted standing still. She shouted the words of the Lord at them and then picked up an old man about to get on his knees to pray. She rose his body high over her head, for the entire Gotham street to see and then shoved her sword straight through him, so the old man was hanging limply on the fiery sword. Great gusts of wind swirled around her and as the dead man's body burst into holy flames, Joan of Arc heard the voice of one of them.

She turned slowly and then kicked the remains of a charred body from her sword before barreling towards Nightwing at super human speeds. She swung as she approached, the sharp blade aimed at the vigilante's torso.

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upintheclouds
2014-05-10 08:24 am UTC (link)

While the crowd was running away, Dick was running toward Saint Joan with no fear anywhere in his body - that was an upside to the mood he'd been in lately.

And she was coming at him. And fast. So, naturally he picked up speed as well, by the time he got close enough he knew he was screwed, and hoped that if he slid quickly on the ground under her sword he might have a chance of getting behind her. The maneuver was completed flawlessly, and it afforded him a close enough look that he realized circumstances were not at all what he'd thought. He was going to need to rethink his game plan. "We've advanced a little beyond pillaging," he hollered out, smug smirk, once he'd maneuvered safely (for the time being) out of her way.

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roomsanon
2014-05-12 04:57 am UTC (link)

Joan of Arc had given up on screaming holy text and graduated right into a sort of guttural noise that sounded like dogs at the gate of hell. She turned to look at him and swept her arm, sending fire bolts across the city street in an attempt to hit him before rushing forward again and furiously swung her giant sword. The street around them was on fire. Sirens called in the distance and tires screeched to a stop as cars got close enough to see the brawl.

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upintheclouds
2014-05-12 10:22 pm UTC (link)

Dick was in way over his head. He knew he was, there was no one to god damn call, so he was going to remain in over his head. He couldn't retreat the god damn street was on fire. For once he was glad to hear the sirens - but he knew they would be even more ill prepared for this. He was certain he could only fend her off for so long, or distract her.

The fire bolt did graze him, the suit was fire resistant, but the heat was incredible - and not any fire he was used to. Then he saw that damn sword coming for him once again. Shit.

"BACK OFF," he hollered at the emergency personnel that showed up as the uniforms started getting out. He didn't want to move too quickly because she'd anticipate it so there were a lot of quick movements at the last possible moment.

Dick didn't have super powers, he didn't have fire bolts or flaming swords, and even if he had he wasn't sure it would do him much good. As she swung her sword, he attempted to block it with his escrima stick and activated the electric volt, hoping the sword would absorb it on impact and cause at least a bit of a jolt.

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roomsanon
2014-05-13 04:57 am UTC (link)

Joan of Arc swung her sword too far, hitting a fire hydrant and making water crash over her flaming sword and body. Frustrated, the saint grabbed Nightwing by the neck and threw him into a nearby building. Bones cracked, limbs bruised. Before Nightwing could even get a chance to try and breathe, Joan was there with a rush of wind. She grabbed him again slamming him harder and harder into the building until he was barely conscious.

Then, a beam of light surrounded Joan, white and blinding. With a siren scream, the light consumed her and she vanished into thin air. The only thing left were the distant sounds of sirens and Nightwing's limp body.

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