𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 (aylin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-02-19 21:59:00
Who: Asami, Ganondorf. What: Asami starts sticking her nose in business that isn't hers. When: Tonight! Where: A warehouse in which bad things happen. Rating/Warnings: Violence, some language. Status: Complete!
Asami sank lower in the seat of her car, pinching her nose. She’d been out here two hours and she hadn’t seen anything go into or out of the warehouse. It had the Sato Electric logo on one of the doors, but other than that there was nothing to tell her what was actually happening. She should have brought Korra - but then she wasn’t sure that waiting around and doing nothing was Korra’s speed.
Besides, if she got herself in trouble she didn’t want her dad tracing it back to Korra.
She had just about decided to go home when she saw the movement inside. She pulled on her electric glove and slid out of the car. After a moment’s hesitation, she also pulled on a red rig, then pulled on green tinted goggles and a breather mask. Then crept towards the warehouse and then stood on her toes to peer into a window. Several men were gathered inside, and then someone rolled up the loading door. She ducked behind a crate, watching as a large, unmarked truck pulled up. The men started to unload crates.
Asami needed to figure out what was in those crates. There was a churning in her stomach because none of this was in any of the scheduled deliveries she’d looked over or had Percy look over. She refused to believe her dad was at all involved in this. He couldn’t be - but he was the only one with the access to really hide the money involved. She had to know.
She rubbed at her face with her left hand, then darted out. Flipping over the first man, she touched his shoulder with her glove and the jolt sent him twitching to the ground. She crouched, sweeping her leg out to trip a second man, then jolted him too. The last man she elbowed in the throat, then kicked into the wall.
She knelt, picking up a crowbar, then pried one of the crates open. She pushed the goggles onto her forehead, and then stared. Holy shit.
One thing surely didn’t belong here, and that was the girl.
“Someone clearly took the wrong turn,” said Ganon with a bored voice that dripped in some annoyance. He was several feet behind her, having noticed quickly the curious little mishap the expendable employees had gone through.
Asami had stumbled upon a crate of weapons. Military weapons, sleek and black and utterly powerful looking. Expensive too. The kind of thing you wouldn’t want your regular street thug armed with; they’d shoot things up all wrong and then end up shooting themselves.
Instead of something pressed and classy, it was regular black trousers and a black shirt, tight enough to hug those tan muscles. His height was intimidating and he looked very well capable of handling himself in hand-to-hand combat, but he was also strangely unarmed, and didn’t look bothered by it.
Asami jumped at the voice, twisting around and falling into an unusual looking defensive stance. There was something odd about him. He had the sort of presence that reminded her of Amon. (When she remembers Kuvira she'd feel the same with her, too).
Her glove sparked, and she wondered if there was enough juice to damage the weapons. She did a quick mental calculation and decided it wouldn't work. She kept the pitch of her voice lower than usual while very slowly trying to reach her phone. "You wouldn't happen to know the quickest way to the beach?"
A glove doesn’t spark unless it was a special kind of glove, and Ganon had yet to encounter a contraption such as that. Something about her carried an air of familiarity, yet he couldn’t rake his mind tonight to figure out why. Not that it mattered much anyway - the girl was nosy, and Ganon didn’t have the patience to spare for people who couldn’t keep their nose out of his goddamn business tonight.
But his first instinct was to assume she was from enemy lines, and his feet carried him closer. “Might as well give me the name of who sent you, unless you prefer me to rip your fingernails off, one by one.” Ganon’s tone held the promise of going through with the threat, those thick brows furrowed and eyes slanted into a venomous glower.
"Who do you think?" Her eyes narrowed, and she pulled her goggles back down before he got close enough to see her jade eyes. "No one sent me, and I don't want a fight."
She pretended she hadn't just dispatched several grown men. Was this her dad's 'business' partner? What the hell was Hiroshi Sato involved in? Asami was quickly losing any qualms she had about locking her father up - even though she still felt the same level of gut wrenching betrayal that she had in the dreams.
Ganon snorted. “Really? I find that difficult to believe since you so rudely came in and knocked out a handful of my men. You picked the fight.” If she didn’t want confrontation, she shouldn’t have come, and he wasn’t about be merciful with an unwanted infiltration. And nowadays, he cared very little of who was witness to his capabilities.
On the back of his hand, easily visible, came a gold symbol etched into his flesh that glowed into existence, and soon his skin began to take that bizarre tint of green with a bit of orange-red coming into his hair.
Asami suddenly wished she had invited Korra along. After all, there was no better muscle than the Avatar and she didn't think she'd be able to call the police in time. "Okay so that's the third weirdest thing I've ever seen." She lifted her hands, shifting from a pure defensive position into a position that would let her strike if she needed to.
Then she suddenly rushed forward, feinting left before darting right. She dropped down, sweeping her leg towards Ganon's feet.
He wasn’t about to simply underestimate her as a lady with just a pretty body. He had met plenty of capable women during his life, ones he actually grew to respect - but that didn’t mean he’d go easy. So when Asami did the leg sweep, it did succeed in making Ganon fall, how sweet of heer
But he caught himself, hands slamming down against the smooth cement flooring of the warehouse...and the ground beneath him cracked. Cracked and dented, and then more cracks spread like spiderwebs, making the floor rumble and shake like the earth was quaking from some natural disaster. Green seeped into his skin more, a forest-kind of shade, the mark on his hand a brighter show. “You shouldn’t have come,” he told her with a deepened voice.
A dark kind of magic came to his hand, black and suffocating, and with ease he unleashed it to blast her off.
Was he an earthbender? Asami flipped to her feet, trying to regain her balance as the ground rumbled beneath her. She saw the blast too late to dodge it completely. It struck her left shoulder and sent her spinning through the air and into a wall. Asami groaned, suddenly chilled. Her left arm was stiff, but she could still move her fingers. Was that airbending. It had to be something else. Magic, or some really good technology. He definitely wasn't from the world she dreamed about.
She picked herself up, and sprinted for the street towards her car, fumbling for her keys to remotely start the engine as she went. She needed to obliterate her license plate before he saw it, she needed to get to the car, she needed to get out of here!
“And we just started to get to know each other.” Ganon’s walk after her was brisk and with enough fury. Now the skin was completely stained in meadow-green, the pitch black hair a burnt shade of orange. The smile against his face was wide, brilliant and mocking, and another blast of dark magic hit the car with force, rolling it over and crumbling it like an aluminum can, shattered glass everywhere.
How unfortunate, to not have a getaway vehicle. “You’re quick on your feet, aren’t you? You can always start running. I’ll even give you a head start.”
Heart pounding, Asami shook out her arm until it wasn't numb any more. She didn't give her car a second glance, picking out a piece of glass from her forehead as she tried to put more distance between them. Her dad was working with this maniac. Her dad. Why did she ever think he could be any different?
She hazarded a look behind her, blood dribbling over one of her goggle lenses. There had to be something she could do. Fingers flexed inside her electric glove as she considered over loading it, or using it to bring down a power line. Both options had merit.
And here he thought he was polite enough to give her a head start. She’d yet to sprint away and Ganon had to smirk. Girl had some guts, he’d give her that. Anyone else would have darted off with their tail tucked between their fucking legs. “You really want to die, don’t you?”
Shit. She really should figure out how to project electricity from these gloves. Asami backed up, glancing around her for a route that was less straight forward.
She glanced at a pole, then down to where it stood on the ground. Then back at Ganon. In a flash she slapped her glove against it and activated the charge.
Sparks flew from the wires over head and a charge shot like lightning along the powerline underground, straight towards where Ganon was standing. All the lights in the area went out. Asami turned and started to run again.
Guts and crafty. Ganon could appreciate a good combat tactic when he wasn’t the one caught in the midst of it, but unfortunately this time around, he was. His features darkened with stormy anger as electricity swam around him, and he kicked in one of his shields - a crystal like barrier with the facets of a jewel, similar to what he had sealed Princess Zelda - to shelter him from it.
Now a mixture of impressed and irritated as fuck, Ganon hovered off the ground, the triforce on his hand a beacon in the night, and flew in after his little escapee, bolts and blasts of dark magic left and right until he hit the damn bitch.
Asami dodged and weaved, bouncing and cartwheeling like a rabbit on crack. Not for the first time, she wished she could bend. Create blasts of fire or send chunks of earth at an opponent. She hated being outclassed, and she was constantly outclassed, her glove her only equalizing tool.
Of all the times to have ideas, now was the worse of them, but if she lived she could create bolas and balls that could shock. Like Batman.
She was too slow, and a blast caught her in her side. It sent her spiraling into a second bolt which sent her crashing into the side of a parked car. She groaned, and pulled herself to her feet. Maybe she could get the door open and hotwire the car, but she didn’t think she had enough time. She took a step and her side spasmed in pain.
Perhaps it was the route Ganon had followed that had him appear on the other side of the lot, vehicles blocking his view of her. There was a sea of cars, nothing he cared about, and he decidedly still wanted to fish for the little shit that had electrocuted the wrong fucking man.
So the fist with the triforce hit the ground, knuckles not even feeling an ache of pain. But the ground underneath him cracked and split, the terrain trembling into something rattling that was equivalent to an earth quake, just to fish her out.
Shit shit shit shit shit. Asami nearly dislocated her own arm as she forced the door open. She slid in, keeping her body low as she wrestled with the ignition. It was too modern of a car to really hotwire, but she gambled and used a jolt from her glove. The car started. She popped up into the driver’s seat, threw it into gear and hit the gas. Unfortunately, she was headed right for Ganon, even as the ground shuddered and rattled under the tires. Anger suddenly flooded her and she pressed the pedal all the way to the floor.
There she was. How obvious; of course she was the one that broke into the goddamn car and decided to speed all the way in his general direction, with all intents and purposes of running him over. What a peach. Ganon was sure to remind himself that he wanted to decorate the parking lot of someone he really didn’t like with her entrails - she was beginning to be really, really annoying.
He had flown all the way here so he resorted to air travel again, feet lifting off the ground to let the car speed from under him.
Maybe this time, he’d get a license plate.
One minute he was there and the next he was gone and Asami was sure she was hallucinating from the pain. But she didn't dare look back, swerving left and onto a main road. She'd have to ditch the car somewhere, but she wasn't sure it would be safe to show up at a hospital.