CurtailedAmbrosia
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The heroine known as the Blue Blitz moved backwards across the asphalt road, her right arm lifted and one of her signature blue constructs swirling in a buckler shape over it-fending off lash after lash of Coy’s whip. The spandex wearing huntress advanced with each step the younger heroine took backwards, laughing all the while-while an admittedly harried looking Blitz continued to retreat. Around them, the normally clean and flowing streets of Hamsburg were at a standstill, upturned cars and downed light poles blocking off the intersection of Main and West as both the electricity wielding Lizard and the psychopathic Coy fought with the red haired front runner of the latest iteration of the League-The Heroes Front.
The live footage currently being broadcasted was of a much higher quality than the shaky cellphone footage that had earlier captured the young heroine’s daring battle with Anarchid and Shatterscream, two top tier villains that had inexplicably paired up to make an attempt on the young woman. Such videos had been flying all over the internet-alongside hundreds of other dire scenes from other cities, the hero community at large seemingly in great peril-several had been publically defeated-murdered-in front of horrified witnesses already.
The mutant reptilian looking man was off to the side, charging up some sort of electrical attack-Blitz continued to move backwards, confusedly not teleporting away from Coy’s continued attempts to rend her flesh-until Lizard finally unleashed his sparking cannonball attack. The heroine had been waiting for it-she suddenly popped out of existence, reappearing behind an angered Coy-and shoving the woman into the oncoming path of the ball of energy.
It wasn’t pretty, but it also wasn’t lethal...maybe. Her muscles went rigid and the woman’s strangled scream was terrible to listen to before she dropped like a sack of potatoes, unconscious with clear electrical burns visible through the collarbone-to-navel v cut of her costume.
Lizard roared and charged-only for Blitz to disappear and reappear just behind and above him, her right hand gripping her left fist and one of those bucklers glowing around the point of her elbow-which she drove into the base of his neck to knock him unconscious.
The picture shrank to the upper right corner of the screen as a grave news anchor began to speak. “Blue Blitz is managing to fend off her attackers thus far, taking up the whole of their attention as she defends the citizenry. Star Citizen has successfully defeated his own slew of villains and seems to be on a direct path to teammate Watson in San Francisco…”
On another station the reporters were hastily rattling off details of fallen heroes-their photos displayed in turn before the graphics faded to a grid like table-those dead or in critical condition greyed out. In the upper left, second to Star Citizen was one of Blue Blitz’s glamour shots-one of her almond, color changing hazel eyes (appearing green with flecks of amber in this photo) closed in a wink, long lashes pressed against one of her defined cheekbones, her plush, navy painted lips pursed to blow a flirty kiss at the camera over her gloved right hand. The newest poster girl for the hero world was a beauty, alright. She’d seemingly come out of nowhere and been added to the team almost immediately no more than two years ago, and had been a media darling ever since. Her long, trademark dark red hair was usually kept in a low bun just behind and over one of her slender shoulders, a small braid leading to it from the opposite temple, a little blue bloom tucked into the tresses.
She didn’t rock a cape or spandex, but her costume had the usual sex appeal of her fellow heroes-her long, shapely legs were hugged by black leather, protective motorcycle pants with ribbed knees and zippers for the various bits of protective carbon fiber pieces slipped in over her knee caps, topped off with a pair of navy blue leather boots with just a bit of heel to give the already five foot eight heroine a bit of a boost. An athletic royal blue tank top and of course, that trademark short cropped leather jacket, cut from the same navy blue leather as her boots. A pair of black motorcycle gloves finished the look.
Her broadcasted victory over the second pair of villains didn’t grant her any respite-she had no sooner straightened up and tried to replace her communicator earpiece when Lynette Rogers, a vicious harpie of mythic lore-swooped in out of nowhere, catching her around each of her upper arms and, despite her struggles-taking her up some fifty feet. Her knees braced themselves on each of the bird woman’s thighs, trying to get enough leverage to teleport away-when the bitch twisted and hurled her through the roof of the Trinity Lutheran Church below them. She barely had enough time to throw up another construct-crashing through the roof as if it was little more than paper-and instantly pursued by a feathered dive into the place.
All hero channels were abuzz with the alarmed, desperate final communications of the bravest and best humanity had to offer.
~*~
Blitz landed hard even with her flailed, instinctive attempt to shorten the distance, bouncing once on the fifty year old, thinly carpeted wooden flooring and sliding to a stop on her right side, the blue barrier practically a sled. Cowering around the pulpit and behind pews were what looked to be a catechism class-preteens wide eyed and staring from just behind their reverend up front, various sheltering citizens peering over the backs of the wooden pews. She didn’t have time to reassure any of them-Lynette was barreling through the hole and threw her wings wide, razor sharp feathers flying for her and talons presenting to spear into her chest-but the heroine rolled onto her front and blinked to be between and under the pews. The feathers thunked into the wood over her head and the villainess shrieked, a flap of wings to reverse her descent, swooping low and soaring high into the rafters.
She poked her head over the back of the pew, ducking back down as Lynnette swooped on her. Yeah, no. She yanked one of Coy’s sticky bombs out of her jacket, blinked from her huddled hiding spot to the pulpit-and threw it at the harpy, landing a direct hit to the chest. Lynette gave another screech-and then the thing exploded into a sticky mess, tacking her to the western wall.
“Sorry about the roof Reverend-” She said apologetically as she replaced the earpiece to her communicator-the damned thing had fallen out again. The chatter in her ear was instant and constant, a torrent of panicked voices rattling off what they could of enemy movements and their own personal reports of distress.
She tapped the black bangle on her forearm and it came to life as she tried to make parse through the voices filtering over each other. A small holographic map projected into thin air before her frowning, concerned face, little pinpoints of yellow where heroes across the world were sending out ‘help needed’ signals-more and more shifting to the straight red that labeled the situations as “URGENT-ASSISTANCE NEEDED”.
She tapped her own off. What the hell was going on out there? The signals were being broadcast to second and third string heroes, blaring across all channels-and no one was responding with anything but panicked reports of their own attacks.
“Watson-you were reporting-”
“Watson’s dead.” Star Citizen reported gravely. “Lucid Snake.”
Oh no…
“I’ve already put him dow-”
“My city is on fire. Krag is turning skyscrapers into molten steel and Lyric is driving people into a violent frenzy-.”
“Starscream might be dead, I haven’t-”
“God they’re going to get in, I’ve got kids down here and they’re going to get-Jesus Blitz, Citizen, anybody, you have to help me-”
“I’m on my way Invincibelle, be strong-” There was an explosive noise that drowned Star Citizen out and made her heart clench-and the line went dead.
“Can you get there?” His voice was no longer grave but commanding, tense and stressed.
“I can try but-”
A resounding crack tore through the air and her eyes went wide, the heroine’s head snapping back and her eyes widening to see the roof of the church glowing faintly red, cracks spiderwebbing out of control. Her blood went cold as she glimpsed a man levitating in the air, staring down at her through the hole.
”No.”
She threw her hands up just as it all started to come down, palms flat and lips pulled back from her teeth with a sound of feminine exertion-and dread. A reality defying distortion rippled the space above the congregation’s heads, more screams caught in throats, gasps and amazed murmurs. The debris was suddenly an impossible distance away, falling seemingly forever-but it hurt the brain to look at, to try and process what they were seeing-as crackling red tendrils fired through the space regardless, striking for the woman-only to be repelled by responding circles of blue.
“What is it?”
“David, it’s-oh God it’s David. He’s found me.”
The space distortion was too broad and too deep for her to hold for long-she called out a desperate warning to the group shielded beneath it, not daring to look away. “Go, run!”
The panic was immediate-the kids and citizens rushed past and around the bombshell heroine, the church beginning to empty in record time. When even Blitz looked serious, even afraid, things must be serious.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure!” Even to herself there was a note of panic, and she regretted it immediately. She’s not the only one under attack. At the same time, David here was-this was seriously bad mojo.
“I’ll be right there, changing direction-”
Her hands trembled, sweat beading on her furrowed brow-the last parishioner barely clearing the double doors before she abruptly ceased the distortion and dropped to one knee, turning her upper body downward as her forearm came up-a wide tower shield of blue light appearing above her before she was buried. In the narrow space afforded to her, she blinked out of sight-and was immediately caught on the other side by an ivory skinned, tailcoat wearing gentlemen who for all the world looked as if he were about to attend an opera. He retracted his hands as soon as she managed to reappear them both, the blue swirling energy repelling his red ebbing flow of magic.
She struck him hard and he laughed-teleporting himself back into the sky, levitating effortlessly as he sent more red tendrils her way-stray ones cutting through cars and reducing fleeing citizens to ash. No. No, no, no-she dared to blink and reappear behind a mother who had gone down, thrown herself over her infant son and toddler. Blitz had her hands outstretched, a bright blue shield the red lightning bounced off of.
“That’s enough!” She blared, blue energy now emanating from her own form, an otherworldly glow that made her all the more beautiful-as strained and desperate her expression.
“Are you running hot Blue?” Star Citizen was asking about her energy, her power reserves. She’d been fighting nonstop for what seemed like hours, but in reality might have just been thirty, forty minutes. She’d been doing okay, helping to direct her comrades and allies to one another, strategizing with Star Citizen’s assistance-he’d managed to help and defeat several of the grouping foes, gathered three of their number. They were coming, they’d help her, they could put David down together. At least, she hoped so. She watched the gentlemanly visage descend, his arms outstretched and palms turned skyward, an almost serene smile on his face-however cruel his actions. “They wanted me to kill you, you know.” He intoned dreamily, the red violent bolts of energy briefly still though crackling around his form.
"Blue, are you running hot?"
“Probably not for long.” She murmured-and vanished again, David following suit almost immediately.
To the news casters, the resulting battle was difficult to follow-the two beings wielded their magical constructs against one another, disappeared and reappeared in various stages of movement-as if they were fighting during the ports, and viciously. Unlike the heroine, the red wielding newcomer could attack long range-something that had been made horrendously apparent when he began killing people, earlier.
He continued to attack citizenry-which distracted the heroine and forced her to expend more energy, blinking from would be victim to victim, defending them in the nick of time with her blue shields and space distortions, sling shotting people in spurts and starts to get them out of the way and to safety.
Eventually he ceased with his distractions and zeroed in on his prey, and it began to take her longer and longer to reappear, her energy growing lighter and lighter in appearance while his only darkened. She blinked out of sight and the vicious man once again blinked after her, and then the two reappeared mere feet away from the abandoned, still broadcasting camera, the image sideways. His hand was closed around her throat on the end of his outstretched arm, an ebbing red energy surrounding them both, oozing over the dull blue of hers, seemingly looking for a way in and to the woman beneath.
Blitz tried to suck in air but couldn’t, her hands clawing at his wrist and arm, closing around it and the inside of his elbow-before she drove her fingers into the pressure points in either spot. He released her at once with a twisted expression and a curse, the girl dropping to the street, crawling away backwards as he advanced.
“All this time, and here you were playing some silly little girl’s game.” He growled as she scrambled away, lengthening the distance between them in a distorted blur-a distortion he dispelled, cut through with a red blade construct blazing around his flattened left hand. “Using the magic -I- taught you, drawing strength from this wretched place rather than what you could be, should be, will be.” He stepped over her and leaned down, grabbed one side of her jacket and jerked her closer-she crossed her arms over her chest and a small buckler of blue reappeared JUST in time to take the brunt of his attack. She shoved his hand aside and disappeared again, but this time he did not follow, just gave a look of disgust and outstretched his arms again, rising slowly into the air. With a shattering bolt, he cut through the glass windows of a sky scraper and ripped a brick building asunder.
“You belong with me Charlotte. You are mine.” He called out over the emptied street, looking for her among the smoking debris and abandoned cars. She stayed where she was and pressed the communicator to her ear.
“Where are you guys? I’m...I’m close to tapped-”
“Doom showed up-” Star Citizen’s voice was more a grunt than anything. “Just threw him through a fucking mountain-sent the rest ahead. Just hold on Jeanine.” He used her name. No one knew it, just him and...David, not that he ever used it.
“Just hold on.”
And the car she was huddled behind lifted-and slammed into the building in front of her-another vicious battle with David ensuing.
The live footage currently being broadcasted was of a much higher quality than the shaky cellphone footage that had earlier captured the young heroine’s daring battle with Anarchid and Shatterscream, two top tier villains that had inexplicably paired up to make an attempt on the young woman. Such videos had been flying all over the internet-alongside hundreds of other dire scenes from other cities, the hero community at large seemingly in great peril-several had been publically defeated-murdered-in front of horrified witnesses already.
The mutant reptilian looking man was off to the side, charging up some sort of electrical attack-Blitz continued to move backwards, confusedly not teleporting away from Coy’s continued attempts to rend her flesh-until Lizard finally unleashed his sparking cannonball attack. The heroine had been waiting for it-she suddenly popped out of existence, reappearing behind an angered Coy-and shoving the woman into the oncoming path of the ball of energy.
It wasn’t pretty, but it also wasn’t lethal...maybe. Her muscles went rigid and the woman’s strangled scream was terrible to listen to before she dropped like a sack of potatoes, unconscious with clear electrical burns visible through the collarbone-to-navel v cut of her costume.
Lizard roared and charged-only for Blitz to disappear and reappear just behind and above him, her right hand gripping her left fist and one of those bucklers glowing around the point of her elbow-which she drove into the base of his neck to knock him unconscious.
The picture shrank to the upper right corner of the screen as a grave news anchor began to speak. “Blue Blitz is managing to fend off her attackers thus far, taking up the whole of their attention as she defends the citizenry. Star Citizen has successfully defeated his own slew of villains and seems to be on a direct path to teammate Watson in San Francisco…”
On another station the reporters were hastily rattling off details of fallen heroes-their photos displayed in turn before the graphics faded to a grid like table-those dead or in critical condition greyed out. In the upper left, second to Star Citizen was one of Blue Blitz’s glamour shots-one of her almond, color changing hazel eyes (appearing green with flecks of amber in this photo) closed in a wink, long lashes pressed against one of her defined cheekbones, her plush, navy painted lips pursed to blow a flirty kiss at the camera over her gloved right hand. The newest poster girl for the hero world was a beauty, alright. She’d seemingly come out of nowhere and been added to the team almost immediately no more than two years ago, and had been a media darling ever since. Her long, trademark dark red hair was usually kept in a low bun just behind and over one of her slender shoulders, a small braid leading to it from the opposite temple, a little blue bloom tucked into the tresses.
She didn’t rock a cape or spandex, but her costume had the usual sex appeal of her fellow heroes-her long, shapely legs were hugged by black leather, protective motorcycle pants with ribbed knees and zippers for the various bits of protective carbon fiber pieces slipped in over her knee caps, topped off with a pair of navy blue leather boots with just a bit of heel to give the already five foot eight heroine a bit of a boost. An athletic royal blue tank top and of course, that trademark short cropped leather jacket, cut from the same navy blue leather as her boots. A pair of black motorcycle gloves finished the look.
Her broadcasted victory over the second pair of villains didn’t grant her any respite-she had no sooner straightened up and tried to replace her communicator earpiece when Lynette Rogers, a vicious harpie of mythic lore-swooped in out of nowhere, catching her around each of her upper arms and, despite her struggles-taking her up some fifty feet. Her knees braced themselves on each of the bird woman’s thighs, trying to get enough leverage to teleport away-when the bitch twisted and hurled her through the roof of the Trinity Lutheran Church below them. She barely had enough time to throw up another construct-crashing through the roof as if it was little more than paper-and instantly pursued by a feathered dive into the place.
All hero channels were abuzz with the alarmed, desperate final communications of the bravest and best humanity had to offer.
~*~
Blitz landed hard even with her flailed, instinctive attempt to shorten the distance, bouncing once on the fifty year old, thinly carpeted wooden flooring and sliding to a stop on her right side, the blue barrier practically a sled. Cowering around the pulpit and behind pews were what looked to be a catechism class-preteens wide eyed and staring from just behind their reverend up front, various sheltering citizens peering over the backs of the wooden pews. She didn’t have time to reassure any of them-Lynette was barreling through the hole and threw her wings wide, razor sharp feathers flying for her and talons presenting to spear into her chest-but the heroine rolled onto her front and blinked to be between and under the pews. The feathers thunked into the wood over her head and the villainess shrieked, a flap of wings to reverse her descent, swooping low and soaring high into the rafters.
She poked her head over the back of the pew, ducking back down as Lynnette swooped on her. Yeah, no. She yanked one of Coy’s sticky bombs out of her jacket, blinked from her huddled hiding spot to the pulpit-and threw it at the harpy, landing a direct hit to the chest. Lynette gave another screech-and then the thing exploded into a sticky mess, tacking her to the western wall.
“Sorry about the roof Reverend-” She said apologetically as she replaced the earpiece to her communicator-the damned thing had fallen out again. The chatter in her ear was instant and constant, a torrent of panicked voices rattling off what they could of enemy movements and their own personal reports of distress.
She tapped the black bangle on her forearm and it came to life as she tried to make parse through the voices filtering over each other. A small holographic map projected into thin air before her frowning, concerned face, little pinpoints of yellow where heroes across the world were sending out ‘help needed’ signals-more and more shifting to the straight red that labeled the situations as “URGENT-ASSISTANCE NEEDED”.
She tapped her own off. What the hell was going on out there? The signals were being broadcast to second and third string heroes, blaring across all channels-and no one was responding with anything but panicked reports of their own attacks.
“Watson-you were reporting-”
“Watson’s dead.” Star Citizen reported gravely. “Lucid Snake.”
Oh no…
“I’ve already put him dow-”
“My city is on fire. Krag is turning skyscrapers into molten steel and Lyric is driving people into a violent frenzy-.”
“Starscream might be dead, I haven’t-”
“God they’re going to get in, I’ve got kids down here and they’re going to get-Jesus Blitz, Citizen, anybody, you have to help me-”
“I’m on my way Invincibelle, be strong-” There was an explosive noise that drowned Star Citizen out and made her heart clench-and the line went dead.
“Can you get there?” His voice was no longer grave but commanding, tense and stressed.
“I can try but-”
A resounding crack tore through the air and her eyes went wide, the heroine’s head snapping back and her eyes widening to see the roof of the church glowing faintly red, cracks spiderwebbing out of control. Her blood went cold as she glimpsed a man levitating in the air, staring down at her through the hole.
”No.”
She threw her hands up just as it all started to come down, palms flat and lips pulled back from her teeth with a sound of feminine exertion-and dread. A reality defying distortion rippled the space above the congregation’s heads, more screams caught in throats, gasps and amazed murmurs. The debris was suddenly an impossible distance away, falling seemingly forever-but it hurt the brain to look at, to try and process what they were seeing-as crackling red tendrils fired through the space regardless, striking for the woman-only to be repelled by responding circles of blue.
“What is it?”
“David, it’s-oh God it’s David. He’s found me.”
The space distortion was too broad and too deep for her to hold for long-she called out a desperate warning to the group shielded beneath it, not daring to look away. “Go, run!”
The panic was immediate-the kids and citizens rushed past and around the bombshell heroine, the church beginning to empty in record time. When even Blitz looked serious, even afraid, things must be serious.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure!” Even to herself there was a note of panic, and she regretted it immediately. She’s not the only one under attack. At the same time, David here was-this was seriously bad mojo.
“I’ll be right there, changing direction-”
Her hands trembled, sweat beading on her furrowed brow-the last parishioner barely clearing the double doors before she abruptly ceased the distortion and dropped to one knee, turning her upper body downward as her forearm came up-a wide tower shield of blue light appearing above her before she was buried. In the narrow space afforded to her, she blinked out of sight-and was immediately caught on the other side by an ivory skinned, tailcoat wearing gentlemen who for all the world looked as if he were about to attend an opera. He retracted his hands as soon as she managed to reappear them both, the blue swirling energy repelling his red ebbing flow of magic.
She struck him hard and he laughed-teleporting himself back into the sky, levitating effortlessly as he sent more red tendrils her way-stray ones cutting through cars and reducing fleeing citizens to ash. No. No, no, no-she dared to blink and reappear behind a mother who had gone down, thrown herself over her infant son and toddler. Blitz had her hands outstretched, a bright blue shield the red lightning bounced off of.
“That’s enough!” She blared, blue energy now emanating from her own form, an otherworldly glow that made her all the more beautiful-as strained and desperate her expression.
“Are you running hot Blue?” Star Citizen was asking about her energy, her power reserves. She’d been fighting nonstop for what seemed like hours, but in reality might have just been thirty, forty minutes. She’d been doing okay, helping to direct her comrades and allies to one another, strategizing with Star Citizen’s assistance-he’d managed to help and defeat several of the grouping foes, gathered three of their number. They were coming, they’d help her, they could put David down together. At least, she hoped so. She watched the gentlemanly visage descend, his arms outstretched and palms turned skyward, an almost serene smile on his face-however cruel his actions. “They wanted me to kill you, you know.” He intoned dreamily, the red violent bolts of energy briefly still though crackling around his form.
"Blue, are you running hot?"
“Probably not for long.” She murmured-and vanished again, David following suit almost immediately.
To the news casters, the resulting battle was difficult to follow-the two beings wielded their magical constructs against one another, disappeared and reappeared in various stages of movement-as if they were fighting during the ports, and viciously. Unlike the heroine, the red wielding newcomer could attack long range-something that had been made horrendously apparent when he began killing people, earlier.
He continued to attack citizenry-which distracted the heroine and forced her to expend more energy, blinking from would be victim to victim, defending them in the nick of time with her blue shields and space distortions, sling shotting people in spurts and starts to get them out of the way and to safety.
Eventually he ceased with his distractions and zeroed in on his prey, and it began to take her longer and longer to reappear, her energy growing lighter and lighter in appearance while his only darkened. She blinked out of sight and the vicious man once again blinked after her, and then the two reappeared mere feet away from the abandoned, still broadcasting camera, the image sideways. His hand was closed around her throat on the end of his outstretched arm, an ebbing red energy surrounding them both, oozing over the dull blue of hers, seemingly looking for a way in and to the woman beneath.
Blitz tried to suck in air but couldn’t, her hands clawing at his wrist and arm, closing around it and the inside of his elbow-before she drove her fingers into the pressure points in either spot. He released her at once with a twisted expression and a curse, the girl dropping to the street, crawling away backwards as he advanced.
“All this time, and here you were playing some silly little girl’s game.” He growled as she scrambled away, lengthening the distance between them in a distorted blur-a distortion he dispelled, cut through with a red blade construct blazing around his flattened left hand. “Using the magic -I- taught you, drawing strength from this wretched place rather than what you could be, should be, will be.” He stepped over her and leaned down, grabbed one side of her jacket and jerked her closer-she crossed her arms over her chest and a small buckler of blue reappeared JUST in time to take the brunt of his attack. She shoved his hand aside and disappeared again, but this time he did not follow, just gave a look of disgust and outstretched his arms again, rising slowly into the air. With a shattering bolt, he cut through the glass windows of a sky scraper and ripped a brick building asunder.
“You belong with me Charlotte. You are mine.” He called out over the emptied street, looking for her among the smoking debris and abandoned cars. She stayed where she was and pressed the communicator to her ear.
“Where are you guys? I’m...I’m close to tapped-”
“Doom showed up-” Star Citizen’s voice was more a grunt than anything. “Just threw him through a fucking mountain-sent the rest ahead. Just hold on Jeanine.” He used her name. No one knew it, just him and...David, not that he ever used it.
“Just hold on.”
And the car she was huddled behind lifted-and slammed into the building in front of her-another vicious battle with David ensuing.
