Just a jog through the park, or is it? (closed to nighthawk)

James sat on a old wooden park bench, with his face buried in a old spy novel, despite having been up for the past 24 hours straight this warm day was too nice to pass up. The sun sat high in the sky and the breeze blew calmly every so often, the birds in a nearby oak tree were chirping and a man in red armor was jogging through the park. James placed his novel on his lap and rubbed his eyes, he knew he had been up for quite awhile but did he really just see that? When the spots faded from his vision due to rubbing his eyes too hard he saw the odd man in red continuing his jog, Well you don't see that everyday James thought silently too himself. He sat on the bench debating for a moment wether or not to investigate the odd man, he really had hoped for a quiet day but his curiosity got the best of him.

Stretching as he stood up he carefully slipped the old book in the back pocket of his pants, he was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a large rip in the right knee, a simple black tee shirt and black sneakers, it sort of felt weird to him not being in his armor that had almost become a second skin too him, but he figured it would draw too much attention to read a book in full costume during the middle of the day.

Strolling over to the armored man who sat in the shade of a large tree and now appeared to be humming to himself, James gently tapped on his shoulder and with a quizical tone asked "What exactly are you doing?"

As the man stood James could tell by the way he carried himself that he was not your average crazy person or prankster who stole a suit of armor, no this man had a sense of power to him. James noticed the knight sizing him up and couldn't help but notice he did the same. He stood about a inch taller than James but this didn't bother him for he was use to being on the short side, though without his armor he felt far less confident and powerful than normal.

Seeing the long broadsword unsheathed James began to second guess why he had even bothered to talk to this guy. He listened careful to the man's explanation and even though he had none of his weapons or armor on him, he felt the need to accept the man's challenge. "Well right now there's too many people around but if you return tonight, i'm sure someone will show up for a fight." As James finished his sentence he turned and walked away hoping that his little hint hadn't been too subtle.

The sun had set about a hour ago and it was a new moon tonight so outside when not in the safe warm glow of the streetlights you were lucky too see two feet in front of your face. Perfect Nighthawk thought to himself as he slowly walked into the park, examining every shadow to make sure no one was sticking around at night. The park was abandoned except for a few small creatures that started at the strange man from there woodland homes.

It felt good to be back in his armor, compared to the Red Knight's armor it was thin and more flexible maybe not quite as strong but was by far more high tech. Waiting for his opponent he lazily lleaned up against the tree he first confronted the man under, he fiddled with the pouches on his belt making sure he had all of his tools. This would be Hawk's first fight with a super and his stomach was in a knot from the anticipation, sure he had taken down gang members countless times but this was something completley dangerous and far more dangerous. But if he ever wanted to be a true hero and make the world a better place than he knew he would have to fight one sooner or later.

The strike of thunder made Nighthawk jump a little, though he tried his best to hide it, the sky is clear where the hell did it co.. Hawk started to think to himself but than suddenly the lights everywhere lit up in unison, So much for the cover of night. Almost as soon as he finished this thought the armored man dropped down in front of him with a dull thud.

James listened to the man talk and watched as he fidgeted with his armor, "Yeah it would suck but this will be over long before a storm could pick up." James knew he had to stay confident so he wouldn't let the thought of fighting someone with powers freeze him with fear.

Sliding his left foot back and moving his right foot forward just a bit, James put himself in a traditional fighting stance. With a sly smile spreading across his face he said in a low but confident voice "Bring it on."

The lights cast a eerie glow throughout the park, they were not covering all of the park so there was plenty of shadows still covering the battlefield, Hawk thought to himself and quickly developed a plan. He could tell this man was heavily armored and would not be easily brought down, but the night watchman had quite a few tricks ready for him stashed up his sleeve.

Hawk silently laughed at the knights slow and sluggish swings, the moment he made his first fake attack Hawk jumped back out of the blades range, and qickly returned the attack by reaching into his belt and pulling out a small blue ball looking thing, his cyro capsule. He loved this weapon for most people greatly underestimated what this small device could do. With lightning fast reflexes he cocked back and threw the ball straight at the man while he was in the motion of his second swing, wherever this grenade hit wether it be on the man or on the ground would suddenly be developed with a small but thick layer of ice.

Not waiting too see if the attack hit Hawk dug into the back pouch on his belt and drew another capsule but this was a dull gray and slightly larger than the other one, he slammed this one into the ground inbetween himself and his opponent, with a small poof the gap between them quickly filled with artifical smoke. Hawk knew the man would still be busy dealing with the cyro capsule so he took the opportunity to seperate the two of them. He took off running into the deeper parks of the park were it wasn't so well lit. "Catch me if you can!" Hawk yelled out in a mocking tone.

((slow and sluggish? Really? He's got the same speed as your character xD but whatever))
The Red Knight scoffs and uses his shiled to block the first attack, paying no attention as the front of it is incased in ice, not much of a bother to him really at all. When the masked man throws a pelet on tge ground The Red Knight raises his shield to block anything that might come to harm him, only to be might with a clowd of smoke. He rolls his eyes and lowers his shield but not by much, he walks away from the spot looking for the hawk thened cap crusader. Hearing what he calls out the Knight scoffs yelling out "face me like a real man you coward! Stop hiding behind your shadows!." He spins his sword in his hand, watching everything he sees move unsure of where the man is, knowing if he caught the masked hero the fight would be over quickly. Not as quick as he'd like of coarse because of those damned pelets and whatever else the hawk in black could muster up, but in a hand to hand, strength against strength The Red Knight knows he has him beat.