You rush forward, intent on bringing him down. But before you can tackle him, he points at you, and fires another laser nad this one hits you square in the midsection. The laser can't quite bore straight through your armor, but you can feel the burn where it hit you.
You slam into the armored man and slam him into the ground. There's a clash of metal on contrite as he crashed with you on top of him. Flat on his back, he tries to raise his hand to fire another laser, but you move to the side as the laser shoots just inches from your head. You rear back and slam your fist into his face, and the metal of his faceplate gives and bends. You punch him again, and again, occasionally ducking and weaving as he tries to get another shot off at you until after one final punch, he goes limp.
As you catch your breath, you look at your work. Profligate has gone slack, some weak groaning lets you know that he's barely alive. The diamond shaped sections that made up his helmet are falling away, revealing a heavily bruised and bloody face. From what little you can see, he looks like a Caucasian man with brown hair. You slowly get off of him, wincing as you brush against the part of your armor that the laser hit. It isn't completely melted, but is deformed. And you're going to have to heal yourself as soon as you get out of the armor. For now, you lean slightly forward, so the hottest part of the metal is away from your skin.
"Well, it looks like you took care of this guy"
You look up and see someone come through the rear exit of the store. She's a dark skinned woman. Maybe Indian if you had to guess. Or somewhere in the middle east. She's wearing a green bodysuit with dark green boots and gloves, She's carrying a compound bow and a quiver is slung on her back. She has a dark green hood head wrap of some kind over her head and a black mask covering the bottom half of her face. You recognize her, you think her name is Majra, one of the Vigilantes that operate in the city. Though she's usually with her partner, Zihger. At least, that's what you heard.
"Well, looks like you did a real number on him." She says, pointing at Profligate with her bow. "Can't say he didn't have it coming though. I'm Majra" You nod in her direction. You could disguise your voice, but you've decided to stay silent for now. "You're... you're Vigil right? You saved those people near the river."
You nod again, this time, smiling under your helmet. Your Vigilante Career hasn't exactly been glamorous, but it's nice to be recognized.
"Well, nice to meet you." With that, she grabs a chair and "So, do you want to babysit this one." She points to the unconscious Profligate. "Or do you want to take off? I mean, After the helicopter, the police should be here... soon..." At the mention of the Helicopter, her eyes widen, as if she just realized something that she is dreading.
"Oh, no..." She says. She plops down in the chair and holds her head. "Oh, please don't let me have killed anyone..." She says weakly to herself.
[] Stay silent.
[] "There's a lot of burnt up cars, but I don't think anyone was hurt out there."
- [] Disguise your voice.
[] "That was irresponsible. You could've killed more people than that guy. And that's even if the chopper didn't land in the mall."
- [] Disguise your voice.
[] Write in.
