Post by kusa84 on May 28, 2011 1:10:22 GMT -5
Didn't really know where to put this, but hey it's the closest thing to a story forum, and didn't want to clog S.E.C.R.E.T. rp.
Three little stories made for fun for a friend that I thought I'd share. I'm clearly still an amateur at the writing thing so any critique would be fine. .
Issue #1 Day in the life
It was one of those moments, the calm between assignments, time to people watch and trade stories. Most supers got to compartmentalize, the hero thing was just something they did when they weren’t living their normal lives. An alarm went off, a signal goes out, and on goes the costume and their other life. For Momi Nozaki this was as close to normal as it got, a cup of coffee with a colleague waiting for a plane out to the city.
Of course they weren’t in an airport terminal, that would almost be too normal, and her colleague wasn’t actually dressed for business class. They were out in the middle of the Canadian wilderness in the relative civilization that was project steelhead, easily 20 below, her coffee more of a slushy at this point.. Her companion quite sensibly was dressed for the weather. Armored and insulated, the peak of camouflage and comfort, though Momi admitted she missed the clichéd red and black of the non-monster battling Mounties. Momi however was dressed in her standard black and yellow beat up t-shirt and pants that served her through good weather and bad, tropics and tundra. Some considered it building an iconic image, if pressed Momi would admit that costumes were expensive, and a winter alternate was not in the budget yet.
If the cold bothered her though she wasn’t showing it, pacing back and forth, as if daring one of the Mounties to attempt to reclaim their colleague and help him escape her running tirade.
“You know, when I first signed up for this mission everyone warned me about their armor and tech, but nobody ever mentions the smell. Everyone else gets to hit them from long range, me I have to be up close and personal, it’s like someone dredged up the bottom of a sewer and put it in battle armor!” A thick mucus dripped from her hands as she tried to emphasize her point. She could only be glad that hadn’t frozen as well. “*censored*ing Gardoon”
“I wasn’t going to comment on the smell Ma’am.” He said trying not to laugh. Pointing out that one of the heroes, particularly an attractive one who deigned to talk with him, smelled like a bog was not the best way to make friends.
“Don’t call me Ma’am. I’m cold, I smell like rotting feet, and I’m covered in god knows what. I don’t need to feel old too” She said falling back onto what she hoped was a slush free step. She glared at her slime covered hand with contempt before trying to nurse her frozen coffee. “If I get warts I’m killing someone.” She grumbled.
“So what do you have lined up after this Ma’-err miss.” The young mounty said finding some nerve, the question bringing a smile to her face. “Apartment, shower…” she paused her grin turning a touch mischievous “..Tiger. “
The Mounty blinked not sure he heard her correctly. “Tiger?”
“Boyfriend” she amended after a bit of icicle filled brew then gave the mounty a playful punch in the arm after catching him looking a touch embarrassed. “Plenty of women in tights around here cutie, probably smell better too.”
Before he could hastily correct her entirely accurate thoughts the roar of the super jet tore through the misleading peaceful silence of the Canadian tundra.
“That’s my ride, maybe talk to you later…”
“Private Johnson miss.” He said after a beat.
“No” she said with a disbelieving look.
“It’ll sound better once I’m promoted Miss” he said with the tone of someone who had taken a lot of grief from this previously. Momi smiled, shaking her head and slowly going to stand. She was about to toss the Styrofoam cup over her shoulder when she spotted a keep Canada beautiful sign with a cartoon bigfoot weeping on it. Holding back comment she pocked it.
“Thanks for putting up with the rant, hopefully not private for long Johnson…and I just said long Johnson didn’t I…” she said looking away, she wasn’t putting the best foot forward for the super hero community was she? He smirked though, and honestly that was all she needed to feel better about her day. Luckily she didn’t see his grimace as he discovered a mucus stain from where her hand had been.
The day was starting to look up for the adventurer.
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“Today can’t possibly get worse.”
The plane flight hadn’t landed more than 20 minutes before hand, and it hadn’t been too unpleasant, apart from a few apologies about the smell. Least the other heroes had some Gardoon experience so it wasn’t like she had to explain.
No that uneasy feeling of dread only began to seep in once she started hearing gunshots, granted she lived on the west side of Millennium City so she should have been used to it but in this instance said gunshots were coming from inside the apartment complex.
Upon moving in she had went that extra mile to make sure her apartment was gang free, and her work in the field *ahem* discouraged any of the local gangs looking her up with extreme prejudice. More to the point if someone was setting up a trap, loudly opening fire inside near her home was probably not the most subtle of options.
“Maybe it’s someone else’s problem” granted she was going to make it her problem, but at least she wouldn’t have to worry about paying for the property damage. It was then of course that a flaming couch was tossed through a fifth story window. Her fifth story window…
She took a moment to look at the couch, leather, secondhand, she carried it to the apartment herself to save any shipping costs. Momi loved that couch. “You shall be avenged” she said through gritted teeth murder on her mind, as she leapt toward the now open window.
She didn’t flinch as the glass that remained brushed past her skin, didn’t slow as a stray bullet clipped her shoulder, didn’t blink as she realized her apartment was filled with crazed purple wearing ruffians, what did slow her down was the figure at the center of the chaos.
Murdoc Bonvents, the Human Torpedo,…well the second, or, well it was complicated, still he was renowned as a dashing do-gooder, and street level sensation of the west side and more importantly Momi’s current boyfriend. The tiger striped swordsman was fighting the gang off with the feral ferocity he was known for. Still Momi had the sudden instinct to rush to his side and take up the good fight, until she noticed the manic grin on his face from the sheer joy of combat. Then she had to debate just who she was going to send to the hospital first.
Momi got a volunteer when one of the Purple gang stuck a gun to her head.
“Yo tiger man, caught your woman coming out of hiding. Now why don’t you play nice, or I shoot her in the head.”
Murdoc for the first time looked up to see Momi and froze. Not because of the gun to her head, far from it. No it was because the love of his life was focusing a piercing glare right at him.
“You better have a good explanation for this.” She said calmly, ignoring the little detail of the gun to her head.
“They followed me home” He said with sheepish grin, managing to converse while dealing with an annoying purple gang member with a blade with his own sabre. “Well your home, I just wanted to see you after breaking up some illegal activities and…well didn’t look behind me.”
“You went through our territory trying to come up with a tavern song about your victory. You think we’d let you get away with that *censored*a?” said the gunman. Even Momi had to shake her head at that.
“Murdoc in a fight banter is fine, but out of combat, it’s just rude.”
The one holding the gun nodded in approval, happy to find someone who got it. He wasn’t so happy that in that moment of distraction she grabbed his arm, pulled him forward and head-butted him hard. Admittedly perhaps just a little harder than she needed too. The blow eliciting a sickening crack and pained cries as the thug fell to the ground pawing at his freshly broken nose. Momi either didn’t care, or was inured to cries of pain around her and simply didn’t notice.
“Now then” she said pleasantly to assembled thugs and street toughs.
“I will admit to my friend’s lack of tact. Rest assured he will be punished in good time. Now if you will kindly depart, I have an apartment to clean.”
The various purple gang members looked to each other, took the time to deliberate, then attacked in mass. Never let it be said that Momi didn’t try to play peacemaker.
Murdoc probably would have taken care of the lot of them eventually, but Momi already considered herself behind schedule. It was so that the garbage collectors were quite surprised to find a bin of mostly unconscious purple thugs a short time later.
“Glad that’s over with, with minimal damage done” Murdoc said cheerfully, apparently unwilling or unable to see just how much damage had been done to the apartment. He did notice that Momi didn’t look the least bit amused however.
“With absolutely no need for anyone to be punished.” He said hopefully.
Yeah yeah” Momi said noncommittal as she began to pull off her shirt.
“Whoa, you’re taking this really well.” The vigilante said unable to believe his luck, of course then he was sent a warning via his nose.
“What’s that smell”
“Gardoon” she replied working off her boots.
“And you’re covered in it.” He said suddenly aware she had moved between him and the exit.
“Yep” she said looking at him evil intent plain as day on her face.
“Don’t you want to I don’t know…freshen up.” He said wondering if he was fast enough to dive out of the window without her catching him.
“I would if it hadn’t been busted up by some purple gang cronies.” She said with false sweetness. Poor Murdoc…
“Look I can’t say I’m sorry enough it’s—“ she pressed a finger gently to his lips and shushed him.
“Look we both do terrible things to each other, but we bounce back, and that’s what makes us a successful couple”
Murdoc was about to protest when the Momi grabbed him by the shirt and casually chucked him to her bed as if he didn’t weigh more than one of those pillows.
“Now man up and take some punishment will you, and keep the whimpering to a min-“
It was of course then that her S.E.C.R.E.T. sounded an alert. Momi shut her eyes and took a deep breath. “You got lucky. But you’re still paying for this, either monetarily or physically, your choice.”
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“You ever just happen to have one of those days?” she asked the adjacent scorpion. Mounties didn’t fair well in deserts, leaving those she had to converse with rather limited.
Grond was loose…again. Momi wasn’t one of those, well they passed x amount of damage let’s kill them, heroes. But at the same time she wondered why no one could simply build a prison that couldn’t be broken into within a month of its opening.
Not that it mattered much today, her scouting point was the closest to project greenskin. One quick superjump later and she would be on a plane back to her…well back to her ruined apartment and the boyfriend she was pissed at. It made the small hope they found the nigh unstoppable monster rampaging through the desert, least then she could distract herself from her real problems. Not the least of which was that she still smelled like a bog.
“You ever wonder if it’s worth it Mr. Scorpion…hell what do you care, the only super trouble you have to worry about is some jerk misappropriating your name.”
The scorpion clacked its claws sympathetically…though that might have been the heat getting to her, she was still wearing mostly black (dessert gear was also out of the budget). Momi looked on the positives, least this was peaceful…the second she thought it she knew what was coming next.
“1…2…3….”
A mighty crash tore through the desert as the hulking man thing known as Grond landed only a scant few feet from Momi. His head scanning his surrounding’s looking for something, anything to tear apart.
Maybe if I stay still he’ll think I’m a natural part of the ecosystem, she thought in vain. Naturally his gaze turned to her.
“Grond remembers you!” he said with unconstrained malice and painfully poor grammar. “Shiny team small girl hurt Grond! GROND SHOW YOU WHO STRONGEST!!!”
Momi could only nod, yep this about summed up her day. “Guys I found him” she said into her comm. With what amounted to a dignified moment of dull surprise, managing to at least turn it off before she let out a rather undignified “mommy” and fled.
Oh sure she had faced impossible odds before, but always with a purpose. It’s easy to throw yourself in harm’s way when lives were on the line, at least that’s how she had been raised. But when it was just her and Mr. Scorpion? Well Mr. Scorpion could get bent, because catching an ass beating was not on her list of things to do today.
Intellectually she knew a few dozen other S.E.C.R.E.T. members would be there any minute, but as one of four fists just missed her cheek and turned a boulder into fine powder she found it hard to concentrate.
There’s nothing worse in the super hero game than to find someone with your powers that can do it better than you can. In terms of slightly better, well there’s still the likelihood of overall skill prevailing. But when taking on Grond she might as well have been a paper plane against an F-16. Her only advantage was speed, and the lack of shame that let her run like hell.
or a villain with a terrible case of attention deficit disorder he was sure giving her enough focus.
“Come on I only helped beat you what? Once? No more than three times right?” she said ducking a boulder three times her size. Grond seemed to huff, not one for banter, and was clearly already losing interest. Perhaps he needed to show a lost Armadillo who was strongest. In any case Momi breathed a sigh of relief looking to see where he jumped off so she could she could alert her comrades.
He of course jumped closer to project greenskin, apparently the hypothetical Armadillo wouldn’t provide the satisfaction of pulping non superpowered soldiers.
“I’d curse, but God is clearly already against me at this point.” The hero grumbled. Anywhere else and she could have bugged out and let her teammates take care of it, but there were lives on the line that were her responsibility, *censored*ty day or not.
Strength wise, she wasn’t in Grond’s class. If she was allowed a moment of nerdiness, she would say she was Thing to his Thor. That didn’t make her a weakling though, far from it. As the first calls and shots from project greenskin fired at the Cosmic villain. Momi plunged her hands into the earth and pulled forth a boulder the size of a bus.
“Puny soldier men no-“ whatever sentence he was going to butcher next was spared as the boulder slammed against the side of his head. As he turned Momi beckoned him with not the greatest deal of confidence.
“Yeah puny shiny girl did that, what?” she said with the bravado of someone trying not to pee themselves in fear.
He raged, he bellowed, and as roared his fury in front of her Momi hit him full force across the jaw! In another story this is where the hero overcomes all odds and finds the depths of her own powers to save the innocent. In this story our hero puts up a decent fight, before being backhanded seemingly a mile away. On the bright side at least, as Momi lay prone in her comfortable impact crater, with what might have been a concussion was that once Grond was bored again, he headed toward someplace relatively deserted forgetting all those easily smashable soldiers and their shiny base.
“minor victory” she said with a small pained smirk “yay”
It was then fate smiled on her, even if it was in the oddest of ways. She had been backhanded on to the most precarious of ledges. Which only just held her weight for as long as it did, the Moment that things were looking up the ledge naturally cracked and split, sending the hero flailing and falling into what lay below. For once though it was a pleasant surprise, the vigilante finding herself landing in one of the few oasis this desert had to offer. Plunging into the pleasantly warm water, then going to float on her back, Her comm buzzed again but she hastily dunked it into the water shutting it down. If anyone asked Grond smashed it. As the slime and funk washed away, she decided that karma owed her one.
Three little stories made for fun for a friend that I thought I'd share. I'm clearly still an amateur at the writing thing so any critique would be fine. .
Issue #1 Day in the life
It was one of those moments, the calm between assignments, time to people watch and trade stories. Most supers got to compartmentalize, the hero thing was just something they did when they weren’t living their normal lives. An alarm went off, a signal goes out, and on goes the costume and their other life. For Momi Nozaki this was as close to normal as it got, a cup of coffee with a colleague waiting for a plane out to the city.
Of course they weren’t in an airport terminal, that would almost be too normal, and her colleague wasn’t actually dressed for business class. They were out in the middle of the Canadian wilderness in the relative civilization that was project steelhead, easily 20 below, her coffee more of a slushy at this point.. Her companion quite sensibly was dressed for the weather. Armored and insulated, the peak of camouflage and comfort, though Momi admitted she missed the clichéd red and black of the non-monster battling Mounties. Momi however was dressed in her standard black and yellow beat up t-shirt and pants that served her through good weather and bad, tropics and tundra. Some considered it building an iconic image, if pressed Momi would admit that costumes were expensive, and a winter alternate was not in the budget yet.
If the cold bothered her though she wasn’t showing it, pacing back and forth, as if daring one of the Mounties to attempt to reclaim their colleague and help him escape her running tirade.
“You know, when I first signed up for this mission everyone warned me about their armor and tech, but nobody ever mentions the smell. Everyone else gets to hit them from long range, me I have to be up close and personal, it’s like someone dredged up the bottom of a sewer and put it in battle armor!” A thick mucus dripped from her hands as she tried to emphasize her point. She could only be glad that hadn’t frozen as well. “*censored*ing Gardoon”
“I wasn’t going to comment on the smell Ma’am.” He said trying not to laugh. Pointing out that one of the heroes, particularly an attractive one who deigned to talk with him, smelled like a bog was not the best way to make friends.
“Don’t call me Ma’am. I’m cold, I smell like rotting feet, and I’m covered in god knows what. I don’t need to feel old too” She said falling back onto what she hoped was a slush free step. She glared at her slime covered hand with contempt before trying to nurse her frozen coffee. “If I get warts I’m killing someone.” She grumbled.
“So what do you have lined up after this Ma’-err miss.” The young mounty said finding some nerve, the question bringing a smile to her face. “Apartment, shower…” she paused her grin turning a touch mischievous “..Tiger. “
The Mounty blinked not sure he heard her correctly. “Tiger?”
“Boyfriend” she amended after a bit of icicle filled brew then gave the mounty a playful punch in the arm after catching him looking a touch embarrassed. “Plenty of women in tights around here cutie, probably smell better too.”
Before he could hastily correct her entirely accurate thoughts the roar of the super jet tore through the misleading peaceful silence of the Canadian tundra.
“That’s my ride, maybe talk to you later…”
“Private Johnson miss.” He said after a beat.
“No” she said with a disbelieving look.
“It’ll sound better once I’m promoted Miss” he said with the tone of someone who had taken a lot of grief from this previously. Momi smiled, shaking her head and slowly going to stand. She was about to toss the Styrofoam cup over her shoulder when she spotted a keep Canada beautiful sign with a cartoon bigfoot weeping on it. Holding back comment she pocked it.
“Thanks for putting up with the rant, hopefully not private for long Johnson…and I just said long Johnson didn’t I…” she said looking away, she wasn’t putting the best foot forward for the super hero community was she? He smirked though, and honestly that was all she needed to feel better about her day. Luckily she didn’t see his grimace as he discovered a mucus stain from where her hand had been.
The day was starting to look up for the adventurer.
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“Today can’t possibly get worse.”
The plane flight hadn’t landed more than 20 minutes before hand, and it hadn’t been too unpleasant, apart from a few apologies about the smell. Least the other heroes had some Gardoon experience so it wasn’t like she had to explain.
No that uneasy feeling of dread only began to seep in once she started hearing gunshots, granted she lived on the west side of Millennium City so she should have been used to it but in this instance said gunshots were coming from inside the apartment complex.
Upon moving in she had went that extra mile to make sure her apartment was gang free, and her work in the field *ahem* discouraged any of the local gangs looking her up with extreme prejudice. More to the point if someone was setting up a trap, loudly opening fire inside near her home was probably not the most subtle of options.
“Maybe it’s someone else’s problem” granted she was going to make it her problem, but at least she wouldn’t have to worry about paying for the property damage. It was then of course that a flaming couch was tossed through a fifth story window. Her fifth story window…
She took a moment to look at the couch, leather, secondhand, she carried it to the apartment herself to save any shipping costs. Momi loved that couch. “You shall be avenged” she said through gritted teeth murder on her mind, as she leapt toward the now open window.
She didn’t flinch as the glass that remained brushed past her skin, didn’t slow as a stray bullet clipped her shoulder, didn’t blink as she realized her apartment was filled with crazed purple wearing ruffians, what did slow her down was the figure at the center of the chaos.
Murdoc Bonvents, the Human Torpedo,…well the second, or, well it was complicated, still he was renowned as a dashing do-gooder, and street level sensation of the west side and more importantly Momi’s current boyfriend. The tiger striped swordsman was fighting the gang off with the feral ferocity he was known for. Still Momi had the sudden instinct to rush to his side and take up the good fight, until she noticed the manic grin on his face from the sheer joy of combat. Then she had to debate just who she was going to send to the hospital first.
Momi got a volunteer when one of the Purple gang stuck a gun to her head.
“Yo tiger man, caught your woman coming out of hiding. Now why don’t you play nice, or I shoot her in the head.”
Murdoc for the first time looked up to see Momi and froze. Not because of the gun to her head, far from it. No it was because the love of his life was focusing a piercing glare right at him.
“You better have a good explanation for this.” She said calmly, ignoring the little detail of the gun to her head.
“They followed me home” He said with sheepish grin, managing to converse while dealing with an annoying purple gang member with a blade with his own sabre. “Well your home, I just wanted to see you after breaking up some illegal activities and…well didn’t look behind me.”
“You went through our territory trying to come up with a tavern song about your victory. You think we’d let you get away with that *censored*a?” said the gunman. Even Momi had to shake her head at that.
“Murdoc in a fight banter is fine, but out of combat, it’s just rude.”
The one holding the gun nodded in approval, happy to find someone who got it. He wasn’t so happy that in that moment of distraction she grabbed his arm, pulled him forward and head-butted him hard. Admittedly perhaps just a little harder than she needed too. The blow eliciting a sickening crack and pained cries as the thug fell to the ground pawing at his freshly broken nose. Momi either didn’t care, or was inured to cries of pain around her and simply didn’t notice.
“Now then” she said pleasantly to assembled thugs and street toughs.
“I will admit to my friend’s lack of tact. Rest assured he will be punished in good time. Now if you will kindly depart, I have an apartment to clean.”
The various purple gang members looked to each other, took the time to deliberate, then attacked in mass. Never let it be said that Momi didn’t try to play peacemaker.
Murdoc probably would have taken care of the lot of them eventually, but Momi already considered herself behind schedule. It was so that the garbage collectors were quite surprised to find a bin of mostly unconscious purple thugs a short time later.
“Glad that’s over with, with minimal damage done” Murdoc said cheerfully, apparently unwilling or unable to see just how much damage had been done to the apartment. He did notice that Momi didn’t look the least bit amused however.
“With absolutely no need for anyone to be punished.” He said hopefully.
Yeah yeah” Momi said noncommittal as she began to pull off her shirt.
“Whoa, you’re taking this really well.” The vigilante said unable to believe his luck, of course then he was sent a warning via his nose.
“What’s that smell”
“Gardoon” she replied working off her boots.
“And you’re covered in it.” He said suddenly aware she had moved between him and the exit.
“Yep” she said looking at him evil intent plain as day on her face.
“Don’t you want to I don’t know…freshen up.” He said wondering if he was fast enough to dive out of the window without her catching him.
“I would if it hadn’t been busted up by some purple gang cronies.” She said with false sweetness. Poor Murdoc…
“Look I can’t say I’m sorry enough it’s—“ she pressed a finger gently to his lips and shushed him.
“Look we both do terrible things to each other, but we bounce back, and that’s what makes us a successful couple”
Murdoc was about to protest when the Momi grabbed him by the shirt and casually chucked him to her bed as if he didn’t weigh more than one of those pillows.
“Now man up and take some punishment will you, and keep the whimpering to a min-“
It was of course then that her S.E.C.R.E.T. sounded an alert. Momi shut her eyes and took a deep breath. “You got lucky. But you’re still paying for this, either monetarily or physically, your choice.”
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“You ever just happen to have one of those days?” she asked the adjacent scorpion. Mounties didn’t fair well in deserts, leaving those she had to converse with rather limited.
Grond was loose…again. Momi wasn’t one of those, well they passed x amount of damage let’s kill them, heroes. But at the same time she wondered why no one could simply build a prison that couldn’t be broken into within a month of its opening.
Not that it mattered much today, her scouting point was the closest to project greenskin. One quick superjump later and she would be on a plane back to her…well back to her ruined apartment and the boyfriend she was pissed at. It made the small hope they found the nigh unstoppable monster rampaging through the desert, least then she could distract herself from her real problems. Not the least of which was that she still smelled like a bog.
“You ever wonder if it’s worth it Mr. Scorpion…hell what do you care, the only super trouble you have to worry about is some jerk misappropriating your name.”
The scorpion clacked its claws sympathetically…though that might have been the heat getting to her, she was still wearing mostly black (dessert gear was also out of the budget). Momi looked on the positives, least this was peaceful…the second she thought it she knew what was coming next.
“1…2…3….”
A mighty crash tore through the desert as the hulking man thing known as Grond landed only a scant few feet from Momi. His head scanning his surrounding’s looking for something, anything to tear apart.
Maybe if I stay still he’ll think I’m a natural part of the ecosystem, she thought in vain. Naturally his gaze turned to her.
“Grond remembers you!” he said with unconstrained malice and painfully poor grammar. “Shiny team small girl hurt Grond! GROND SHOW YOU WHO STRONGEST!!!”
Momi could only nod, yep this about summed up her day. “Guys I found him” she said into her comm. With what amounted to a dignified moment of dull surprise, managing to at least turn it off before she let out a rather undignified “mommy” and fled.
Oh sure she had faced impossible odds before, but always with a purpose. It’s easy to throw yourself in harm’s way when lives were on the line, at least that’s how she had been raised. But when it was just her and Mr. Scorpion? Well Mr. Scorpion could get bent, because catching an ass beating was not on her list of things to do today.
Intellectually she knew a few dozen other S.E.C.R.E.T. members would be there any minute, but as one of four fists just missed her cheek and turned a boulder into fine powder she found it hard to concentrate.
There’s nothing worse in the super hero game than to find someone with your powers that can do it better than you can. In terms of slightly better, well there’s still the likelihood of overall skill prevailing. But when taking on Grond she might as well have been a paper plane against an F-16. Her only advantage was speed, and the lack of shame that let her run like hell.
or a villain with a terrible case of attention deficit disorder he was sure giving her enough focus.
“Come on I only helped beat you what? Once? No more than three times right?” she said ducking a boulder three times her size. Grond seemed to huff, not one for banter, and was clearly already losing interest. Perhaps he needed to show a lost Armadillo who was strongest. In any case Momi breathed a sigh of relief looking to see where he jumped off so she could she could alert her comrades.
He of course jumped closer to project greenskin, apparently the hypothetical Armadillo wouldn’t provide the satisfaction of pulping non superpowered soldiers.
“I’d curse, but God is clearly already against me at this point.” The hero grumbled. Anywhere else and she could have bugged out and let her teammates take care of it, but there were lives on the line that were her responsibility, *censored*ty day or not.
Strength wise, she wasn’t in Grond’s class. If she was allowed a moment of nerdiness, she would say she was Thing to his Thor. That didn’t make her a weakling though, far from it. As the first calls and shots from project greenskin fired at the Cosmic villain. Momi plunged her hands into the earth and pulled forth a boulder the size of a bus.
“Puny soldier men no-“ whatever sentence he was going to butcher next was spared as the boulder slammed against the side of his head. As he turned Momi beckoned him with not the greatest deal of confidence.
“Yeah puny shiny girl did that, what?” she said with the bravado of someone trying not to pee themselves in fear.
He raged, he bellowed, and as roared his fury in front of her Momi hit him full force across the jaw! In another story this is where the hero overcomes all odds and finds the depths of her own powers to save the innocent. In this story our hero puts up a decent fight, before being backhanded seemingly a mile away. On the bright side at least, as Momi lay prone in her comfortable impact crater, with what might have been a concussion was that once Grond was bored again, he headed toward someplace relatively deserted forgetting all those easily smashable soldiers and their shiny base.
“minor victory” she said with a small pained smirk “yay”
It was then fate smiled on her, even if it was in the oddest of ways. She had been backhanded on to the most precarious of ledges. Which only just held her weight for as long as it did, the Moment that things were looking up the ledge naturally cracked and split, sending the hero flailing and falling into what lay below. For once though it was a pleasant surprise, the vigilante finding herself landing in one of the few oasis this desert had to offer. Plunging into the pleasantly warm water, then going to float on her back, Her comm buzzed again but she hastily dunked it into the water shutting it down. If anyone asked Grond smashed it. As the slime and funk washed away, she decided that karma owed her one.