[center]Aaron grins as he knocks Mad Kitty to the ground, looks like his punch worked. He's quick to turn his attention to the figure coming out of the shadows--an ally? A miracle? Whatever the case, this stranger's appearance let him get a good hit in.

[color=B5242B]"You there! In the front row!"[/color] Aaron shouts, eyebrows sightly raised at the person's green skin, though his mask hid most of his expression. [color=B5242B]"Your sudden arrival has earned you the Angel's gratitude--"[/color]

As he begins a lengthy speech, Mad Kitty cuts into his cape and pushes himself away as her claws scratch his back. That's what he gets for letting his guard down. [color=B5242B]"You fiend! [sub] Now I have to get that fixed again...[/sub]"[/color] He grits his teeth and refocuses on the battle at hand; he feels a bit of blood spill from his back.

As Mad Kitty prepares her next attack, his eyes widen in fear.

[i]Shit.[/i] 

He attempts to teleport out with his cape, but fumbles with the fabric. Part of is torn and he's getting too panicked to actually use the proper sweeping motion. 
He'd just have to wing it.

In a last ditch effort to entertain (and perhaps a major oversight in his brash head), he rushes head first as Mad Kitty prepares her attack in an attempt to tackle her to the ground. Sure, he might get hit first and have to spend another week or so in the healing machine--not to mention outfit maintenance, his villain outfit wasn't cheap--but he was sure it'd get a rise out of the strange spectator, and he sure as hell loved to do a bit of improvised comedy.

... Even if it meant potentially brutalizing himself for audience amusement.
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