Fucking wind!

The Black Knight spent most of his time here, the great city of Chicago, couldn't help but flock to the place he was born. He felt he protected this city far more than any other, perhaps it needed it the most, he rarely saw other heroes around, only villains. Just another day for him, a bank robbery with a hostage situation, seemed simple enough. Now going about this with no casualties may be difficult, but it wasn't impossible, at least not for the Black Knight!

He viewed this situation from a short distance, only a block away from a high rooftop. His brown optics focused behind his visor, using the built-in scope; Wilbert had some of the best technology around. His left hand gripped the grapnel device from his belt, powerfully swinging it round and round before tossing it forward into the air, sending the grapnel hurling towards a nearby building which it would cling to. Beneath his mask a smirk faded as quickly as it came, right before he leaped off the edge, free-falling towards the pavement.

His left arm was yanked violently as he swung himself from the wire which his grapnel was attached to, though his body was use to swinging so powerfully and quickly; he was so well trained that he could swing with one arm. With the press of a simple button on the device, the grapnel and wire would reel back in to him, allowing him to swing quickly from building to building. He moved in silently, landing on a rooftop right beside the bank and taking cover. He hid himself well as usual, but to his surprise another masked hero was looking into the same hostage situation, or so he assumed. His eyes squinted from beneath the black mask as he studied this odd character."Who are you?" He spoke boldly, standing tall and proud before him.

Beth sat in the back of yellow taxi dressed in her waitress uniform with pinny and name badge attached that read “Becky” as that’s what they thought her name was at the diner she worked at; her long blonde hair was tied into a bun. Normally a taxi would be out of the question but if she was late again, there would be trouble so she would make this concession. Trying to be a “true hero” was not conducive to getting to work on time, and “I got lost” and the playing the foreigner card was only going to cut it so many times. The taxi drivers started to gesture wildly his fist hammering his horn she assumed he was swearing but couldn’t understand the words coming out of his mouth as from nowhere the cab was enveloped in heavy traffic and just took its place in a cacophony of beeping horns, screeching tires and raised voices. She sighed to herself while checking the blinking red numbers on the meter to make sure it didn’t go over the only twenty dollars she had in her purse.

Her stomach knotted with tension when she noticed the time also on the display. It was 3:15 her shift was at 3:30 and she was miles away, While a part of Beth resented having to work at a small diner, the people were nice and after she just about managed to afford a plane ticket to LA and the deposit for a crummy one bedroom apartment she was lucky to have the job, plus the free meals helped her feeble wage go a little further. And she really couldn’t afford to lose it…Then an idea struck…

The door on Bethany’s side swung open as she started to bolt out of the taxi and through the non moving traffic, she heard the door open on the driver’s side but her taxi driver’s yelling voice soon faded into the background as she quickly ran down a dilapidated side street. Retrieving the golden fleur de lis staff from her shoulder satchel without breaking her running pace she felt the familiar surge as the summoned forth the mystical green energy as her uniform was replaced with the red, white and blue uniform of Lionheart. “Well here we go!” She yelled as she held the staff in two hands like a pole vault as she brought the tip down striking the ground bitng deep into the concrete. The staff began to bend and she lifted her feet off the ground and flowed with the motion and with an unconscious command extended the pole by 30 feet on the snap to send her sailing high into the air with an angle to get onto the roof top.

She revelled in the exhilaration of flying through the air as the staff retracted to a more managable 5 feet, closing her eyes briefly as the wind rushed through her hair, opening them as the roof once distant was now rushing to meet her, preparing for her landing and next leap. She noticed the two figures too late and could do nothing about it but watch as she continued on her impact course with a frantic waving of arms and a cry of “MOVE!..Oh please mo..BLOODY HELLLLLL!!” and came crashing down on top of the dark costumed duo.

(I know CG wont mind me landing on him knight but if you want me to amend it so I just land on ghost I don’t mind, lol shes not aclutz honest im just playing up the rookie hero card XD Sorry for the long post but its backstory establishing aswell)

(Sorry about that, guys, lost the address! Had to dig deep in my e-mails...ok, about to read, and post!)

It ate my response. Goddammit.

(( I am still waiting on your post Crimson. ))