It was another patrol in the town, In the middle of the night. She was busy looking for street level crime and or the odd small monster infestation that wasn't instantly handled by the high level hero. She was 8-9 months into her new mentorship and it was certainly showing. It just goes to show that regardless of the type of person you befriend as long as they have common human values you can find a middle ground. That is how she came to meet Mr James Douglas. An ex-super-villian that was out on the streets because he was unable to get a job and well not many people were gonna let a person like that live in a residential building.
She refocused as she noticed an armed individual holding up what appeared to be some sort of glowing ball of darkness towards two innocent people. Simple street-level tirades which was something she could definitely handle. Even so she would have to be careful as it appeared he was using magic of some kind. Magic was something her new mentor held with burning hatred. So of course anti-magic combat was on the top of his agenda.
She drew close obviously the wisps of flame giving off by her movement catching their attention. The sudden movement of the mans head towards her as she was running towards them that moment of hesitation in their eyes. Inexperience. Nice. Makes the job easier. That hesitation was all she needed to get within punching distance as her fist collide with the mans jaw in an upward motion. He reeled back as his victims squirmed past her fleeing the alleyway quickly.
Of course he wasn't very pleased with what she had done.
"The fuck are you doing girl?" He said with rather heavy breathing. She didn't respond, the guy wanted attention and the winding made her smile at him, he was obviously still reeling slightly from her attack.
'Interrupt the enemies line of thought' that was the first lesson she was taught. The next? Well that might have to do something with responding to the charging man in front of her. His burly build would serve to her advantage. Two, use what they have against them. So his arms seemed to create energy blasts... interesting.
She dodged to the left as what she had now referred to as a ball of death flew past her and collided with a wall. That certainly was one noticeable aspect of her training. She was getting better at dodging. Here he came all that burly weight, she waited until the last moment as she dropped low, gripping onto his rather disgustingly sweaty shirt as she swept his legs from under him. His momentum carrying him forward as he crashed into the ground behind her. Lesson three. If they are down, make sure they stay down. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a choke hold as she slowly began counting down.
20, 19, 18, 17...
When she finally walked through her doors as her normal self She was slightly annoyed thatt she didn't even use her magic much save for when he got feisty and she had to burn the guys wrist to make him back off so she could finish handling him. Tired as she was she instantly popped her head into a fridge not bothering to check the couch initially in order to grab a cold glass of Alchohol. Store brought cause she couldn't afford the fancy stuff but what did it matter. Her drinking habit had been directly brought on by her mentors influence. Something she enjoyed doing considering her body couldn't exactly be damaged long term. So it was really just a good boon to her day.
"James?" She called to the living room waiting for a response. None came.
"Mr Douglas?" She called again thinking maybe he was having one of his flashback moments where he would stare vaguely into the distance. Still no response. Which was strange because that usually brought him back to this realm of reality. She walked into the room.
"Oi, Asshole!" She yelled busting into the room grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you thinking staying silent when I am trying to talk to ya? You twat you could worry a girl ya know?" She said before her smiled dropped from her face. Weird. She checked the sofa. It was oddly clean and had a lack of bottles around it.
On the Sofa passed from his good deed. lay a man. Showing him to her friends would likely raise so many questions as to why he lived here so he stayed in the closet when visitors were around. He was
clean shaven and though he wearing only a cheap dollar store shirt and cheap fake leather trousers. Sure, someday he was a complete ass but you gotta fight fire and with fire. While she could easily say he was a negative influence on her, she was a positive influence on him so they reached a nice middle ground. She took a swig of her alchohol as she sat down on the floor and watched some TV.
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