Anchors Ahoy! Pain is abound. [Mia]

Was it Mia’s birthday? It sure felt like it. While the news she’d heard in the past hour was definitely bad news for the poor, quirkless guards trying to keep in the high level criminals, it was music to Mia’s pointed ears. She felt some guilt over it, sure, but as heroic as she was at her core, a fat dose of ego still coated her personality. The idea of rushing into a prison riot, slamming criminals back into the crowd, and ultimately, back into their cages? Now THAT sounded like a good way to spend her day rather than stopping the umpteenth petty theft. She made sure to give Red Edge a text on her way out, adjusting her costume as she did, letting one of the vigilantes she trusted know that she wouldn’t be covering her usual route today and hoping he could handle things in her absence. Sure, she could have contacted another hero, but Red Edge had earned her trust, and she was pretty sure the kid could handle anything coming his way so long as she headed right for the prison and kept that under wraps.

With her costume sorted, the rather minimalist outfit of bandaged torso, forearms, and roomy, rugged pants (no shoes whatsoever, her skin was tough enough to handle anything she could stand on), she pressed the specially button on her keychain and watched her window slide open. Roughly 20 floors above the city and with a hole in her apartment the size of a person, she glanced back to the dragon girl cleaning up her apartment and offered a cheeky smirk.

“Don’t wait up for me, I got a full day ahead of me…!~”

Charging out of the window, the Oni woman pulled up her legs in a leaping bound, tucking her body into a ball to gain momentum through the air before spreading her body out as wide as she could, catching the wind and, if it weren’t for her weight, she’d probably glide a short distance. Instead, she could just feel the full force of the high winds blowing against her skin, and watched as the city raced by below her, slamming down into the first rooftop below her, one she’d landed on many times before and bounding from it to the next, leaping pairs of rooftops at a time as she raced towards the high security prison, eager to see what kind of criminals it housed, and would house once again before long. Hopefully with a better budget this time.

Back at the prison, the riot was going in all directions. The main focus was on the guards of course, but not ever criminal was so foolish to focus on them when a chance to escape was ripe for the taking. Flowing out of the whole a certain metallically headed criminal had made for him, a winged quirker, skin flap wings stretched out with small spikes pointing out from the skin where the bone frame of the wings stretched it out to take flight.

“FREEEEEED-AGHCKFFF-!”

Expecting to fly all the way to freedom, what the poor guy didn’t expect was a hand taking his face, and plummeting right back down to the ground, the pavement cracking under his skull as he rapidly lost consciousness in all but an instant, the large open palm of the Oni woman, RedHorn, pulling from his face as the woman herself slowly rose to her full height, twisting her neck slowly until a sharp series of cracks allowed her to turn it full, rolling her shoulders back as she set her head straight, and narrowed her sharp red eyes towards the rather…odd, criminal before her.

“I’m gonna guess you’re not one of the guards…~ Now why don’t you do that little uniform you’re wearing some justice and-“ She gave a faint shooing motion, standing strong, but treating him flippantly and with sheer confidence as she gestured for him to ‘run along’ as it were. “Get back in your cage huh? There’s a good little law breaker.”

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Mia was definitely surprised by the nature of the one guy who’d seemed smart enough to lead the escape rather than the sheer rampage she could hear going on behind him, but his attitude was amusing her enough to not spoil her good mood in the face of the day as a whole. Crossing her arms, she didn’t exactly ‘pose’ as a model would, but she gave him a strong figure to take a snap of, smirking as her tusks poked over her top lip and narrowed her eyes further. “Ya know, I’m sure they won’t let you get a second ‘free call’ before they throw you back in there, so why not? I’ll give you a last picture as a memento. Not like they’ll let you keep that either!~”

With the picture clearly taken, Mia shook out her arms and started to step towards him, ready to throw him back through the hole in the wall he’d supposedly created, but as he spoke, she stopped dead in her tracks. It took a few seconds for the lights to blink to life in her head, realizing what he’d done with the picture, but that lightbulb immediately shattered to emphasize the sound filling her brain as she registered the bit of information he was focused on. Oh. OH. Yeah. Touch THAT raw nerve why don’t ya? Gritting her teeth, Mia pulled her forward foot back and glanced about herself, reaching down and taking a hefty, metallically reinforced chunk of wall from the villain’s escape. It filled her palm twice over but she lifted it with ease, testing it’s weight as she tossed it up, and caught it in her palm again, eyes shooting from it to the villain before her.

Taking in a deep breath, she reared her arm back, the muscles in her arm and shoulder bulking further, the draw back almost seeming to be in slow motion, especially compared to the motion that came next. Having wound back like a pitcher, she followed through with the power of one, and all of her own on top of that. She flung her arm over her shoulder and threw all of her momentum through one leg, roaring powerfully as the very poor aerodynamics of the small boulder cut through the air like butter, aimed right for the gut of mr Bucket head (not that Mia knew how close she was to his villain alias with that internal nickname), hoping to display her strength with a heavy cannonball like blast to his gut, landing on both feet again and glaring at him to watch for the effect of the impact.

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Mia definitely didn’t know what she was expecting, but the guys arm being attatched to him by a chain? Fucking hell quirks got weirder every day and she absolutely loved it. Not seeing it at first until the arm slammed through her projectile, she herself wasn’t blind to incoming attacks and dipped to the side the moment she watched it rocket through her launched boulder, red eyes following it quickly, from the fist, to the source of the chain, noting that it was still attached to his body. Without fear, she latched onto the end of the chain, just about where it connected to his launched forearm, and twisting her momentum about.

Despite the weight of the opposing Villain, Mia trusted that she only needed one arm as she positioned herself to use the momentum of his launched fist against him, hoisting the chain over her shoulder with the spinning twist of her body, and getting a cheeky idea. Mimicking his own naming technique and coming up with her own on the fly.

“ONI-!” With the pull of her arm likely transferring down the chain, or at least she hoped so, if Bucket had no counter he’d be flung with it over her head in a wide arc, the Oni mustering her strength into the single motion and attempting to slam him down behind her, technically bringing him ’closer’ to freedom as he got further from the prison, but keeping a firm grasp on the extended chain and shouting out with a mighty roar. “SLAM!”

Assuming she’d been successful, she’d shoot a wide grin to the opposing escapee, scoffing at him and squeezing her hand tighter to emphasize the hold she now had on him. “Here’s a little tip, never give a hero you’re leash. They’re gonna tug on it. HARD.”

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About to- was he trying to imitate her or something? Narrowing her eyes over her shoulder once she’d realized she’d only gathered purchase with the chain, she grit her teeth and kept a firm lock on the chain in her hand, not trying to hold it by the wrist or hand where it could likely squirm. “Yeah try again shit-bucket. I ain’t all that predictable.” Sure a confused ‘the shit’ had come to mind but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know that, tightening her grip further, wondering if his chains could feel pain and kinda eager to find out now.

Head whipping to the excess chain as it scraped along the floor, Mia quickly caught on and dug in her heels, gritting her teeth and getting in a strong stance for a tug of war, though she didn’t even bother using more than one hand, grinning widely at him as she managed to resist the tug of his chain. “What you think I’m gonna let go of your leash that easily? Thanks for the compliment though. I do love a good ego stroking’!” Winking almost playfully to the villain, she could briefly hear the chain struggling until he gave up on the pull and went for the push.

Watching him dive up to follow his chain, Mia grit her teeth in another manner, knowing she didn’t have the speed to dodge that, raising her free arm up in defense but still feeling one foot slam into her chest all the same, the speed of the pull fueling his kicks enough to knock her back into a roll, her fingers digging into the concrete and scraping her to a stop when she rolled back to her feet, huffing a little bit of steam as she bulked up further and rushed back into her opponent. “Fine! You wanna play serious lets see what you got!”

Rushing back towards him, she didn’t choreograph her attacks so well this time. Sure, she’d always be a dumb brawler to some extent, but where briefly it might seem she was coming in for a left hook, she instead spun, a back handed roundhouse fist aimed right for the side of his bucket shaped head, followed by the momentum flowing into her other fist in a downward diagonal swing to whatever the fuck she could reach as she tried to take him down with brute force this time.

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Feeling her punch connect, Mia’s tusks flashed more prominently with her wide grin, feeling the power of the back of her fist slam into the side of his bucket shaped head and already coming in for the next strike even as she watched his head go the long way to avoiding some damage. Now, she HAD still hit him, and all he’d stopped was the momentum now in his head slamming into his stationary neck with that extend chain trick. She was coming in all the same with that second fist to pound him in the chest, already adjusting to his unique little trick so the surprise of it didn’t even stagger her.

Still she had to say, the fact he could laugh it off and joke about it even though she’d put her all into that slam (or close to it) just spoke to how tough he was. His size and muscles weren’t for show, and his quirk clearly wasn’t the only trick up his sleeve, so Mia had to make sure she was taking this seriously. Where he some random street thug she may have started to had fun with this, but this was a serious prison break, and she needed to make sure she didn’t let a guy this tough escape, especially since, by the looks of things, the prison guards were keeping the smaller fry under wraps for now, leaving the blonde to focus on the beastly bucket man infront of her.

“Impressive that you can shrug that off, but trust me when I say I can take a LOT more than you can!” Reaching for his left hand with her own, crossing her chest to grab for the chain as he’d tried to sneak it past her, not about to let it extend too far. Sure, she couldn’t use the thing like a leash, but he seemed to focus his extension and retraction from his main body, so the earlier she grabbed the chain, the less distance the thug had to work with, and thus, the better it was for her. She flicked her wrist in a circle and clamped down on the chain a second time as it now wrapped around her fist more securely…having a loose limb hanging from her fist by a chain was so weird when she thought about it, but she’d focus on that later.

“And Here’s a fucking guess! You’re guess game needs work!!!” Pulling the chain down to the left so it was out of the way, She reared back with her still useful fist and was about to slam into his torso when his own attack ejected from his right arm and slammed into her own face. She wasn’t distracted by his head, but she was so blinded by the opportunity to show him his place she’d ended up taking that spinning fist to the face…but she didn’t deter. The fact he’d managed to get that out on her just pushed her further, not about to let this cheeky ass punk get away from her in such a dire situation. Throwing her head back with the momentum of the punch, she slammed her head back forward, briefly sinking her teeth into one of the two chains. She’d have to let go the moment he started tugging hard, but for now she had both his limbs under lock, and both going in opposite directions thanks to the twist of her head, finally slamming that fist she’d been preparing down into his chest, roaring through the metal in her mouth. Probably some attempt at her own cheeky line, but hard to tell with her mouth full like this.

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Mia maybe almost hadn’t been expecting that to work, but with the taste of metal and blood mixing in her mouth, it took her a moment to really register that the battle seemed to be won. The tighter coils around her limbs and in her teeth started to pull away from her, slowly unwinding and trying to flow back towards the source, Mia put up a brief fight out of instinct as she still recovered from the shock of this big lug finally dropping to the ground, before spitting out the chain in her mouth and letting it all pull back into the dropped lord of buckets on the floor before her.

She was pretty sure with the fight he put up, and damn, his SIZE, that this should have gone on a fair bit longer, but he definitely looked out for the count…Mia crouched down beside him, grasping the top of his oddly shaped head, lifting it, shaking it rapidly left and right, before just letting it drop. Nothing huh? He was either a dead good actor or really was down…now that she had a moment to calm down Mia was almost disappointed to see him out so fast. She wanted to keep an eye on him, make sure her gut feeling that he was faking it wasn’t right…but the sound of feet rushing towards her didn’t bode well. The guards were getting over run little by little and the escape hole this punk had made was getting used.

One big villain down for sure…or risk him getting away to keep the rest at bay…well she knew which of the two the media would bitch at her more for.

leaving Bucket head behind, she got up and charged in towards the chaos of the prison, catching the shirt of one of the escapees without even stopping her charge and tossing him right back into the prison, as she acted as a human wall over the escape hole bucket head had made.