You take your sword in your left hand. Well, I'm dressed up as a knight. Makes sense that my the first time I stop a crime, it involves jousting. Revving your motorcycle, you rocket forward. You deftly avoid the sedan, which keeps speeding past, and aim right at the SUV. The man leaning out of the car looks right at you and shifts his aim right at you.
Roll: 93
A bullet hits the median as you speed by, but the rest of the bullets fly past you, missing. You rear up to give yourself a few more inches of height, As you are about to pass the SUV, you thrust. With a loud crash, your sword goes right through the window and into the car.
But before you can pull your arm out, your arm catches on the plastic and metal next to the windshield and it whips backwards. You barely manage to keep your hand on your sword as the driver of the SUV spins out behind you. The SUV swerves to the the left and slams into the median. There's a metallic crunch, followed by a scraping sound as the SUV keeps going a few more yards. It scrapes along the median until it comes to a stop. For a moment, you don't hear anything but the rumble of your motorcycle and the sputtering of the SUV as the engine dies a slow death.
You look in the distance and see the sedan driving away. You hope that whoever he is, that he gets somewhere sage. But before you can put any further thought of the driver's fate, a man tumbles out of the SUV. He's standing close enough to a streetlight to bathe him in an orangish glow. Late forties, black, slicked back hair and dressed in street clothes. But what catches your eye is the long gash along his left arm. It looks like you hit him but he still has some fight left in him. His Uzi is still gripped in his right. As he looks at you staring at you with pure hate.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" He takes a step forward, discarding his gun. At this point, you see that his skin seems to be taking on an unnatural red color. You almost think it's a trick of the oranges streetlights, but as his skin's red color starts deepening you know that this isn't a normal man.
"Everyone you know is dead. Your family, your friends, your fucking dog, they're all dead! Your fucking house burnt to the ground!" As he steps forward, his muscles start getting more defined. The traces of fat disappearing, replaced with more muscle. Even the bleeding on his arm starts to slow. You clutch your sword tighter. This man is Powered. But, it looks like that he needs to transform to use his powers, so you might have some time before he finishes transforming to say something. Or you could try to attack him before he does the same to you.
[] You aren't gonna win this. Don't throw your life away.
[] Bring it on you son of a bitch!
[] You picked a bad day to get out of bed, because I'm not letting you leave with anything less than a concussion.
[] Villain, you shall not win this fight. Do the honorable thing and surrender, or I shall strike you down.
[] You're going to have trouble doing all of that when without a head.
[] What the fuck did I get into...
[] It looks like he's still in the middle of transforming. Don't say anything and attack him now.
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