Heist to Meet You! (Mordo & Red)
Nov 30, 2014 21:12:01 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 21:12:01 GMT -6
Simba soared over the city, carried by the smooth warm breeze that he was crafting and his light blue cape danced lightly behind him. Being latched onto the right side of his body, and seeming to flow from his right shoulder while his stormy gray eyes looked down into the alleyways and streets of the structures below him. His midnight hair, and black body suit poking out to those who looked up into the crystal blue skies and the neon blue seems of his uniform giving him an almost angelic look. While the city was often a serene place, there was a fair share of crime and that’s why he was there, to stop crime; and meet the Titans. The latter being more of a goal than anything else. Simba’s thought were interrupted by the sudden sound of an explosion off in the distance and the sound of guns firing. Perfect.
Racing toward the area where the sound went off, the young hero was greeted by rapid fire machine guns and was suddenly surrounded by an orb of rotating wind fast enough to deflect the bullets. Maintaining the sphere until the men had to reload, Simba retaliated quickly generating enough bioelectricity to fire a bolt of electricity at the men’s feet. Causing them to fall over while those closer to the blast were thrown to the ground, giving them the incentive to “get while the getting’s good”. Running to their cars while throwing grenades at the flying boy, then began to speed off after watching the impact from the explosion knock the hero from the sky.
Falling to the ground outside of the bank, Simba groaned rubbed his head before looking up to the car that was now speeding off into the distance and sighing. “So much for the peaceful approach” Simba said to himself before slowly getting up and then summoning a current of wind to propel him toward the accelerating vehicle, with small streams of lightning spilling from the corners of his eyes. Were the Titans on their way, was he going to have to do this alone? Sure, why not, he could handle something as minor as this. Though it’d be a lot easier if they weren’t shooting at him, but he was sure he could handle it. Dodging and blocking the bullets with his wind powers and flight, he was hoping a Titan would show up and help him out.
Racing toward the area where the sound went off, the young hero was greeted by rapid fire machine guns and was suddenly surrounded by an orb of rotating wind fast enough to deflect the bullets. Maintaining the sphere until the men had to reload, Simba retaliated quickly generating enough bioelectricity to fire a bolt of electricity at the men’s feet. Causing them to fall over while those closer to the blast were thrown to the ground, giving them the incentive to “get while the getting’s good”. Running to their cars while throwing grenades at the flying boy, then began to speed off after watching the impact from the explosion knock the hero from the sky.
Falling to the ground outside of the bank, Simba groaned rubbed his head before looking up to the car that was now speeding off into the distance and sighing. “So much for the peaceful approach” Simba said to himself before slowly getting up and then summoning a current of wind to propel him toward the accelerating vehicle, with small streams of lightning spilling from the corners of his eyes. Were the Titans on their way, was he going to have to do this alone? Sure, why not, he could handle something as minor as this. Though it’d be a lot easier if they weren’t shooting at him, but he was sure he could handle it. Dodging and blocking the bullets with his wind powers and flight, he was hoping a Titan would show up and help him out.
Mimic