Dealing with a fangirl(Valk only)

Nina gingerly stepped along the edge of the buildings roof, arms held out to her sides to help keep her balance. She loved New York; it was a city of possibility. It was the only place she could go where she could really do what she loved. Like any normal, super strong and invincible teen girl with slight mental instability and rage issues, she loved kicking ass. Already she had stopped a few muggings, and what might have evolved into rape, giving her an endorphin high that promised to carry her through the evening like a blanket of silk. That is, until she glanced down to her right.

Her attention had been drawn to a building, skeletal in its naked beams and unfinished walls. She wondered what it was made of, and the sort of people that would live in it. With a wistful smile, she imagined having one of the apartments all to herself. She could fill the fridge with all sorts of sweet fruits and fizzy drinks, shower on a regular basis, maybe even catch glimpses of Pain on the news when she tuned in for the weather. When she had left home all those years ago, she wished deeply that one day she could be like him; an incorruptible pillar of strength. He was the greatest hero of them all, and he looked so damn cool. She giggled to herself and sat on the edge of the roof, letting her legs dangle off so she could better watch the construction-in-process.

It wasn't until she saw someone on the sidewalk get murdered that her happiness flitted away like a bird in a hurricane. In its place, a hatred and blind rage exploded into her brain, clouding her judgment. Before she even had a chance to think, she pushed away from the towering building, tearing through the air with fists clenched tightly and legs sprawled in front of her to ease her landing. Nina managed to angle herself to land about 10 feet behind him, colliding with the ground like a meteor and leaving a sprawling indent that cracked and splintered its way through the cement of the sidewalk. Now, what would Pain do...? She thought desperately, standing as straight as she could and keeping her arms to her sides. ''Hey, uh... punk.'' she tried, but realized the words just didn't sound right in her femme voice. ''Gah, fuck it. I'm just going to kick your ass.''

The boys nonchalance were what really steamed her, making the leather of her gloves squeak as her fists tightened and relaxed, like a slow pulse. You just killed someone! She thought fiercely, mentally chewing him out. The least you could do is show some real emotion, you freak. Her eyes didn't gaze, but stabbed through his appearance. No detail was left unmolested by her piercing watch, the gray of her eyes dead to things like privacy. The only thing that could prove to be a potential danger was the sword, but the worst it could do was sting her skin or cut her clothes. She sincerely hoped he wouldn't attack her with that sword, she loved her clothes.

Before Nina could even go on the offensive, she stumbled a bit, confused by the boys statement. ''Wh... Yeah, I like Pain, but what the hell does your dad have to do with any of this?'' Her cheeks went red from embarrassment; she wasn't used to people laughing at her. ''What's so funny?'' she yelped, her arms folded tightly against her chest.

Her mind swam with unanswered questions, cluttering up her ability to speak or really move. ''Pain is your... you look nothing like him!'' she said under her breath in desperation. ''He's huge, and blonde, and his face is so... and you're... I'm taller than you!'' She refused to believe him; after all, he had nothing to back up these claims. Her cheeks grew brighter and redder with each remark that the boy made, causing her to become angrier and angrier. The infamous Wynowski temper flared and boiled inside of her; the very flame that had fueled countless army officers and dogs of war. Now that it was in the frame of a super hero, it became that much more potent. That had always been her Achilles heel, and today was no different than any other day when her emotions got the best of her. There was no more time for words, and as the stranger started to walk away, Nina began to act.

''Alright fuckstick.'' she grunted, squatting down and digging her fingers under a cement block. ''If you're the son of Pain...'' The ground scraped and balked at the sudden movement, dribbling dirt and scattering the insects beneath as the young girl peeled away the piece of walkway. She rose back to her full height, lifting the block above her head as easily as a child would hold a ball. ''Prove it.'' Without an ounce of effort on her part, she threw it.

Sean frowned lightly as she continued to doubt his remarks, though what did he expect. How would someone believe him to be the child of the worlds greatest hero? Still Sean would have to prove himself one way, or the other. That was when he turned around for a second when she siad for him to prove it, in time to see her rip up a part of the sidewalk. Sean metally cursing as he quickly drew the katana. Moving up over his face, as the slab of concrete came at him. It came fast, so Sean had to act quick. Though he didn't have the time to hit it with a slah of pressurized water from his blade. So he would either think of something quick, or get a nasty bruise from the concrete. It was like that time he first met Sul-Fury a while ago. Which gave him some much needed nostaligia.

Quickly he commanded as much water as he possibly could to condense around him, shooting forward into a highly pressurized blast. Eyes glowing an intense, icy blue. As it collided with the concrete, though it was only enough water to slice the slab inhalf. one half moving off course, while the other slammed into his left knee. It stung pretty bad, but he would get over it. Maybe a nice big nasty bruise would be left. Though he was lucky that he was as though as he was, or bones would've been broken. "Ow that stung a little. Don't you know its rude to throw peices of the street at people you just meet?" He said eyes still glowing an icy blue, as he was prepared for if the girl striked again.

She watched in disbelief as the scene played out before her, her frustration only growing and fueling her strength. ''Yeah, and it's rude to murder people in the middle of the street, assclown.'' With a confident smirk, she flipped her hair and crouched into a grappling stance, her arms out and ready for any physical attack. ''You know, I thought Pain was strong, not a glorified hose.'' Her whole body snapped taut, her smile growing more rabid and intense as her mind crunched at the many possible paths of attack.

This one had some sort of water power, but what was water weak against...? If he could stop concrete, not much. That left out any of the possible tools she could make out of the environment around her, but her mind continued to reel. Where was water useless...? The answer came to her in the form of a shadow passing overhead. Her eyes flitted up to watch a small bird soar overhead. ''That little trick was cute, I'll admit it.'' she said calmly, ''Though that don't prove shit. Try again.''

''You can't prove anything if you leave.'' she said darkly, striding after him. Underneath it all, she hoped that he was Pain's son. Maybe if things went well, or if this kid was a squealer, she would get the chance to meet her hero face to face. That thought drove her to pursue him, until she was struck with what felt like gunshots.

She stumbled back, curious as to their source, until she saw the water dripping down and soaking into her clothes. Her flesh ached, and she rubbed her arms gently, keeping the blood flow up to help prevent bruising. With an exasperated glance she looked back to the boy, walking after him a bit faster and with more purpose. ''Sorry buddy, I'm indestructible, you can't kill me with your little squirt gun powers.'' With the precision and expertise of an army ranger, she dropped down and swung her leg in a fast, wide arc, sweeping the boys legs out from under him and dropping him to the ground. The moment he was on his back, she swept her leg up and brought it down over his chest like a bar, folding her other leg under her and sitting with her arms against her chest.

''Alright, now, push my leg off.'' she chirped happily, using her immense strength to keep the limb in place. ''Pain could do it, so naturally, his son should be able to.''

It seemed his attacks were growing less effective everytime he used them. Though he was just growing annoyed by how the girl insisted on talking down to him. Next thing he knew, this girl had him pinned down on the ground, unable to move. It all happened a bit too quick for him to really realize what happened. All eh knew was that he was on his back now. Her leg holdin him down with immense pressure. Then she started blabbing about how he should be able to move her leg from his chest, it pissed him off greatly.

Eyes narrowing as he glared at her, filled with ire. It was one of the things he hated from people, being expected to be like Pain. To be some great damn hero, to be strong, and unbeatable. He never liked those expectations on bit, and now he was absolutly pissed. He knew he couldn't do any damage to her with his fists. So he would have to find a way to force her off of him. So he had to use his powers to accomplish that matter. "Bitch are you retarted? I'm not fucking Pain, so don't go around expecting me to do what he can!" He said angrily, as water condensed from the air. Moving to slam with all the pressure he could give into her leg that held him down.

If that worked he planned to roll back onto his knees, and swing at her with his blade in a swift motion. This girl was beggining to annoy him too much, so he wanted nothing more to put her down.t seemed she wasn't hurt as much as he though by the attack, which disapointed him greatly.

The sudden burst of water made her yelp, bringing her leg back as she tucked into herself and rolled backwards; fearful of another attack. Once she had rolled back onto the balls of her feet, she used the force in her legs to jump high into the air, carefully watching the boy from bellow.

''I expect nothing from you!'' she shouted as she started to fall, landing in an expert crouch. ''So you can just calm the fuck down. I wanted to see what you could do, and now that I know that your weak, it's high time I kick your sorry ass for murder.'' Her cocky attitude was the only thing keeping her in this situation, aside from her considerably temper that was flaring towards this kids stupid decision to kill another human being. ''No son of Pain would be so atrocious.'' she bit out, giving a snarling smirk that was bred from both her hot blood and love of the fight.