[Bakiri Retsu]

As far as her motorcycle getting destroyed went this incident didn't quite make it into the top three but that was hardly any consolation to Retsu. Unfortunately the consolation prize she did get was a meet and greet with the asphalt, handshake not included. She'd give the service a solid three out of ten, narrowly beating out the bar she'd just left on account of the street having less holes in it.

"Motherfu-" Retsu exclaimed as the bike's wheel landed on her left leg. It made her regret leaping away from the civilians instead of towards them. With a quick move she was sure she could've pulled one of them towards her to serve as a shield. Oh well. At least her experience with explosives had allowed her to remain mostly unscathed by the blast. Mostly. The adrenaline would let her ignore the rest until she had time to patch her wounds. To some extent.

There were more important things to worry about. This was an insult that could not stand. To use her own tools against her? She'd be a laughing stock if she let that go unanswered. No, Retsu wouldn't be leaving until he got what he deserved. Going back in through the front door would be a dumb move -if not straight up suicide- but she'd been to this bar enough to know there was a side door. As she was about to step into the alley the sound of said door opening gave away that she hadn't been the only one to figure that little factoid out.

"Motherfu-" She repeated eloquently, this time under her breath as she pressed her back against the wall just before crossing the corner. Then a manic grin formed on her face. Even if she stepped out of cover he wouldn't be able to shoot for fear of his bullet flying off into the street and hitting a civilian, not unless she'd misjudged his morality or he had a sudden change of mind. Retsu herself didn't share that restriction. Gleefully she kept her pistol at the ready while her other hand pulled out a flashbang. With her teeth she yanked the pin out -using her mouth in a far more useful manner than her opponent's intimidation attempt- before throwing it down the alley. If he chose to rush forward she'd open fire on him the second he'd cross the corner, if he fled back into the building he'd have given ground and if he took cover she'd simply lay down a burst of suppressive fire to keep him in place while throwing a far more lethal grenade his way.

It was a plan that couldn't possibly go wrong.

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[lonewolf]

The alley was someplace Mark didn't want to be, but he had to be cautious. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast, as they say. At the very least there was a dumpster he could duck behind if he needed to. Assuming Retsu hadn't already ran away. He still had to assess the damage, as his little jury rigged device was not exactly kosher, but assuming Retsu was going to make a getaway she would have to let her hostage go. With everyone scattering, collateral would be at a minimum.

What he wasn't anticipating was Retsu coming down this way to extract revenge.

He heard something muffled near the front, and he brought his gun up in preparation. While this wasn't new territory, the pucker factor was slowly scaling up which meant he had to finish things soon. The problem was, he wasn't expecting another grenade. That was, of course, on him, considering he already experienced one. He didn't know what kind it was, but what he did know is if it went off with him out in the open he was as good as dead. Even with the injured leg he moved forward, bringing a leg back and kicking the deadly egg away from him. Only...wait, why did that look like a cylinder?

He barely turned his head before it went off, diving to the side as he brought his gun up. He couldn't tell if it went sailing as far as he wanted it, the bang was thankfully not close enough to totally disorient him. His retinas were thoroughly fried though; he just had to hope the lead slinging would be delayed enough for him to regain a sight picture.

Bakiri Retsu,

[Bakiri Retsu]

The plan had gone wrong.

It was a realization that was loud, oppressive and stunningly obvious. Mostly due to the flashbang. In fact, entirely due to it. The fact that it went off much closer to her than she'd intended wasn't one she needed to do much investigating for to find out. Luckily she had her back to the wall and the flash occurred down the alley to the side of her face that she was wearing an eye patch on but it still stung. Even so it was hardly the first time one of those had gone off much closer to her face that she'd have liked. Retsu had plenty of experience with it.

Gritting her teeth and firmly setting one shoulder firmly against the wall Retsu turned sideways and aimed her pistol around the corner, ignoring the pulsing pain in her eye and the rhythmic buzzing in her ears that was sticking around for longer than she was used to. No, wait, those were police sirens. That wasn't good.

Sometimes discretion was the better part of valor.

Unfortunately that wasn't Retsu's jam so she compromised for firing a bunch of parting shots into the alley and throwing a frag along with them in case her opponent was still there.

"Eat shit motherfooker!"

At the same time her eye scanned for an escape route. With her bike being rendered analogue and down a wheel she'd have to leave of foot.

Just in case he’d fled inside she reached into the pouch on her side that had a trio of non-lethal explosives, brushing the dust off a foam grenade and tossing it at the bar’s front door. The last thing she wanted was to get flanked and shot in the back.

Now all she had to do was rush past the alley once the grenade went off and she could be home free. Easy peasy.

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Tag: lonewolf

[lonewolf]

"You know, if you told me you were going to flash me, I would have misinterpreted and be caught with my pants down!" Innuendo's aside, the moment she started shooting he got down. Thankfully, between the angle and where she was shooting, the rounds weren't hitting him. That said, the amount of pucker in this particular instant was not fun in the slightest. All in all, worst gunfight he had ever been in. He fired a few shots at the corner in response, but the best he was going to do was give her a minor case of static shock; the rounds discharged as they hit the brick, most of their payload going into the air instead of into Retsu.

The sound of a new grenade also scared the pants off of him, and the best he was going to be able to do is find some level of cover behind a dumpster. The good news was the concussive force wouldn't be enough to take him out; the bad news was, that wasn't the dangerous part of a frag grenade. Regardless, there was nothing he could do to chase after Retsu.

Changing out mags, he waited to listen in on what she was doing, and hearing nothing he grabbed a piece of trash and threw it out into the open. Not seeing it get obliterated he slowly rounded the corner of his makeshift corner, limping as he was peppered with a few more bits of fragmentation; he wasn't directly on top of the blast, but the metal was still flying at speed. He thought he heard her running, but that might just be his imagination. After doing a quick sweep of the area, though, he found that she had vacated the premises, and with sirens closing in he took the opportunity to slump against the wall. On one hand, he failed his main objective, which was to bring Retsu in. But in this failure, he learned a few things. Something he could pass on to other heroes. Maybe some good could come of this in the future.

Bakiri Retsu,

[Fanthes]

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✓ What a standoff! Things are bound to get interesting when heroes and villains meet!! [break][break]
Lone Wolf - 26.000 // 33.500[break]
Retsu - 21.750 // 29.250

+ 7.500 EXP!

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