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[/I] - [I]Present[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Issue #1.05:[/b] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]Don't Flinch[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub]
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Leslie Willis’ head felt like it was going to explode.

The blonde-haired girl in blue had disappeared as soon as Leslie’s electrical blast hit the wall. When she reappeared behind her Leslie knew she was in trouble. 

Her employers had given her a dossier on every single supposed hero and vigilante who could’ve shown up and stopped the plan. A plan that was so simple it really just couldn’t be fucked up. But somehow despite thinking she had the upper hand on this “Supergirl” she was suddenly covering her ears while her knees buckled from the pain. As a self-described “mutant terrorist bodyguard” the former youtuber knew she had no room to underestimate anybody and to get things done quickly as possible. No room for boasting. No room for mistakes. Yet somehow, she made one on a girl who could bend steel, fly, and apparently scream at high pitch frequencies. Was it really her fault this dumb bitch had a power that wasn’t in the file?

Fuck no.

As the scream ended, Leslie wasn’t surprised as she felt the scuff of her jacket be curled in the superhuman’s fingers, she wasn’t surprised when she took flight and made a Supergirl-sized hole in the ceiling; and she was definitely not surprised when her back met the metal floor of the top deck. The only surprising thing for her was the fact it had happened in the course of [i]seconds[/i]. If this is what it was like tangling with the next class of mutants, Leslie didn’t want any of it.

[b][COLOR=cyan]“Son of a bitch.”[/color][/b] She grumbled as she winced from the pain.

[COLOR=#81CFFF][b]“Yeah, it doesn’t feel too good, does it?”[/b][/color] The blonde quipped as Leslie pushed her hand against the steel flooring. She was pretty sure her shoulder was dislocated. 

Leslie closed her eyes. The files were probably almost fully acquired. All she needed to do was survive -- distract the hero long enough for the extractor to nope the fuck out by the weird teleportation device the suits had given them. When that happened all she'd have to do is surrender and make her escape later.

[COLOR=#81CFFF][b]“In fact, it kind've sucks, doesn't it?”[/b][/color] 

Leslie groaned in annoyance as the girl quipped again. She couldn't concentrate, her shoulder was dislocated, and her last attack had drained the majority of her battery and this girl wanted to be petty? Why couldn't she have gotten someone who was more straight-laced? Someone less talk-y? She always hated the talk-y ones.

[b][COLOR=cyan]“How the heck did you dodge that?”[/color][/b] Leslie managed, grumbling. [b][COLOR=cyan]“I put nearly everything I had in that attack.”[/color][/b] 

[COLOR=#81CFFF][b]“Haven’t you ever played Pokémon? Electric-types don’t work very well against Rock-types.”[/b][/color] 

Leslie shambled to her feet, her eyes moving up to the girl who was now levitating a few feet above her.

[b][COLOR=cyan]“Oh. You've got jokes now.”[/color][/b] 

The blonde smirked. [COLOR=#81CFFF][b]“Mhm. And now you're going to tell me everything or I'm going to punch you all the way to California.”[/b][/color] 

There was a certain truth to the superheroine’s words. Just the right amount of boasting and posture. But Leslie wasn’t going to talk, not ever, and not for someone who literally made the stupidest joke Leslie had ever heard. She didn’t have a lot of energy stored left, but she had just enough to keep the hero at distance. Just enough. In seconds, Leslie would find herself channeling the rest of her energy before holding out her hand and firing it out wildly. 

The blonde above her couldn't be fast enough to dodge a bunch of short-burst bolts of energy, right?

[i]Right?[/i]
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