2287/=The Tigra Slayer 1.0

=The Tigra Slayer 1.0
Date of Scene:	30 June 2020
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	Tigra has a run-in with Smythe's newest invention.
Cast of Characters:	Spencer Smythe, Greer Grant

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Spencer Smythe has posed:
Roger couldn't believe he was doing this. He had needed a job after getting out of Ryker's, but he didn't expect to be acting as bait for a Superhero. Roger, who was currently wearing a neatly pressed blue suit rearranged his square-framed glasses as he sat on a bench. His boss, Doctor Smythe, had learned that the hero Tigra was in the park today, and he set up a little surprsie for her. Roger's job, of course, was to lure her to it.

As the almost nerdy looking Roger sat on the bench, he looked both ways, as if looking for something. Suddenly, he saw an old lady walking down the pathway towards him, holding a purse. Roger sighed as he got up, his black, neatly groomed, and slighty greased hair sparkling in the sunlight as he id. He felt pathetic about what he was about to, but a paycheck is a paycheck. Roger suddenly sprinted towards the old lady and snatched the purse out of her hands and continued running, letting out a stream of swears as he did. The old woman than shouted out,

"Help, help! That hoodlum snatched my purse!"

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra has found herself hanging out in Central Park today, a regular 'hunting ground' for the striped avenger, and as such she's feeling rather calm, casual and even a touch relaxed. As if she was on her home court as the boys would say. Without much going on to warrent her attention, Greer has kind of lazed about today and as such has ended up in the top branches of a tree and has the branch nestled comfortably between her shoulder blades and running down the legth of her interior spine, with her tail hanging from the tree, flitting gently to keep her balanced and she's on the verge of napping when the screams reach her sensitive ears.

    A sharp breath as she rolls off the side of the branch and catches herself on her feet and hands on the next branch down, coiled tightly she springs off the tree and fully into the air before she twists and brings her feet down first and rolls on the grass once, and is sprinting on all fours for a brief few gallops. Moments later she's on her feet and chasing after the purse snatcher with a snarl from her lips and a glare in her eyes of the hunt, the rush, the satisfaction. "No, keep running dude. This can only end great for you." She says with a tease as she gains.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
"Fuck!"

This is the only thing Roger said when he heard Tigra's snarl as she began to gain on him. Unluckily for him, Dr. Smythe had not provided him with any kind of firearm. His oly hop was reaching the ambush spot before Tigra caught up to him. He began to pant and wheeze as his run turned into a full on sprint, as he tried to run faster than the Tiger Girl in a futil effort to escape, even vaulting over a bench in the process.

By the time he got near to the ambsuh spot, his lungs were burning badly, and he was about to collapse. However, before he could do that on his own, gravity did it for him when he suddenly tripped. As Tigra adavanced, Roger covered his face with his arms and suddenly yelled out,

"Don't hurt me, I give up!" Not knowing that something lurked nearby in the bushes.

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra should really not play with her prey so much, or she'll learn that soon enough. The Avenger didn't chase the man as fastly or swiftly as she could, enjoying the chase more so than the act of catching the crook. She could have gotten the woman her purse back sooner, but no one would fault her if they didn't know she was holding back. Things she would have thought about had the man not fallen onto the ground with a thud and then rolled onto his back like some wounded animal.

    Standing over the man to the side, Tigra puts her hands on her waist and hmphs towards him judgementally, "You know, we cats don't like our belly's rubbed, what you don't know, is why." She says with a flash of her green eyes as she splays her fingers and claws out menacingly before her face as a show towards the crook. "Drop the purse and maybe I won't split you open."

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The man nods and tosses the purse aside as he says,

"Ok, ok, you win. Here's the purse and everything in it. Now please, let me go!"

As this interaction was happeneing, Dr. Smythe's newest creation laid in wait in the nearby bushes. Attatched to it's head was a camera, which allowed Dr. Smythe to view what his creation saw all the way in his Lab. As he sat at the control consul, he smiled maliciously as Tigra confronted his goon. Once the purse was tossed to the side, Smythe grinned evily and began to advance slowly towards Tigra.

The air was suddenly piereced by a savage, cat-like snarl as a feline figure lept out of the bushes and towards Tigra, snarling and growling as it did.

Greer Grant has posed:
    The Avenger snaps her hand out to try and intercept the purse, mid flight and with ease she is about to beging strutting away from the would-be crook. "Yeah, I hope you learned your lesson." She snarls towards the man when Tigra's fur bristled across her entire body, top of her head with the long red locks, down to the tips of her toes and tail she puffs up and crouches as she turns back.

    Turning quickly towards the pouncing machine, she puts her hands up, claws out but hoping to grab the thing before it knocks her over, one foot falling backwards to brace herself against the incoming weight of the machine...

Spencer Smythe has posed:
Tigra manages to catch the robot, and found it to be very heavy. The Machine wriggled around and snarled, much like a trapped big cat. Suddenly, it managed to slip through Tigra's grip and landed right behind her. The machine was a robotic tiger, with piercing red eyes, sharp nasty looking claws and teeth, which were currently bared at Tigra herself. The Tiger's mouth suddenly opened, and a well-cultured, Upper State New Yorkan accented-voice came out of it, chuckling smugly as it said,

"Hello Tigra, my name is not important. What is important is what is before you. This is my newest invention, The Tigra Slayer, it's main purprose, eliminating you!"

As the voice said this, the Tiger's tail suddenly pointed at Tigra, and a laser fired out from it and towards Tigra.

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Well, aren't you cute." Tigra says as the thing slips out of her grip and then lands behind her. The bikini clad woman turns to face the metal creature. "I think I'm going to take you hom- Oh, You're name is important. Like if you're going to make this a normal thing. WHOA!" Tigra yelps as she has to dive out of the way of the laser and rolls on the ground, back onto her feet and in a run, moving in a circle around the tiger-bot to try and slowly spin around and get closer. "If we're going to do this again, I'd like to know who to thank for the workout toys." She says as she pounces towards the tail to try and force it to aim at the things head.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The Tiger fires at it's target as she moves around in a circle, snarling in anger as it did. The voice, obviously not amused by Tigra's taunting said,

"I prefer to remain annoymous, you Avengers have already taken much from me. I will not allow you to take my freedom too!"

As Tigra pounces for the tail, the laser suddenly deactivates, and the robot's body is suddenly covered in electricity as the voice said,

"I accounted for your cat-like agility, you will find this counter-measure quite shocking."

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra grabs the tail and is quickly clenching onto the thing and shaking. The roar she cries out is deafening and visceral. The woman is obviously stuck and her fingers and claws and clenched onto the metal tail. She's trying to lean back and pull herself away from the creature or hopefully her muscles are more than the man accounted for and she can squeeze hard enough to break the tail off, but at this point, Tigra is trapped and screaming in pain.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The voice is heard chuckling victoriously as Tigra's crys of pain fill the air. Finally, one of his robot's were about to do their job. Suddenly, the robot's tail gives way with a violent crack, and Tigra is suddenly free from electricution, still clutching the Tiger's tail. The tiger snarls and turns around in anger, as the voice says,

"Drat! You are stronger that anticipated. But, the shock should have weakened you enough to finish you!"

The tiger roars again and pounces at Tigra, claws drawn and teeth bared.

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra falls backswards, hitting the ground hard, and on her back, clutching onto the tail of the metal beast, it leaps at her. The woman screams as she starts to push herself with one hand off the ground to meet it and she smashes the metal tail against the beasts head, hoping it will do something, move it, hurt it, stop it, who know's but she hopes to actually stop this thing from killing her.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
Smythe let's out a curse as the tail bashes against the tiger's head, badly denting it, but not destroying it. The Tiger meanwhile, lets out a more garbled snarl, obviously being badly damaged by the attack. Suddenly, a light buzzing noise fills the sky and, if you were to look up, you would see five small, skinless, robotic dragons flying towards you. Suddenly, machine gun bullets come flying out of one of the dragon's mouths, as the Voice's laughter come out of the other dragons as it says,

"These are my drones. I was hoping not to have to deploy them, but you leave me no choice!"

As this is happening, Roger, who was watching this whole fight with a dumbfounded expression, suddenly gets up and flees as the Tiger attempts once again to pounce on Tigra.

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Oh, ****! That's not fair!" Tigra shouts as she looks up and suddenly realizes bullets are literally raining down towards her. "**** me!" She shouts as she sees only one safe option. "C'mere, kitty!" The redhead then takes the tail and tries to bash the robot in the head again, hopefully the thing is controlled from there, like real creatures would, but that's foolish instinct. The avenger is actively trying to get under the machine, hands and feet and flurry to try and keep the machine from really messing her up badly.

    Tigra winces and hisses as her arms and legs are mauled by being so close, but claws she can handle, bullets, no, that's another story.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The second whack echoes even louder that the first one, and sparks start to fly out from the robot, which is still clawing and snarling at Tigra. Suddenly, the red eyes go dark, and the robot suddenly falls limp, obviously the robot has finally been slain. The voice, which is now talking through the mini-dragons, yells out in anger and says,

Damn it! Months of hard work wasted! No matter, my drones can still finish the job!"

Two of the drones continue to fire machine gun bullets, while another one fires a stream of fire at Tigra.

Greer Grant has posed:
    "What the **** is going on?" Tigra shouts as the robot falls limp on her and she groans. The bullets raining convince her it's time to go however.

    The purse is tossed aside and under some bushes as the avenger lifts the tiger-bot as a shield and keeps it above her head as an umbrella as she starts to move out to the nearby edge of the park. She's looking to duck into an alley or something to find some escape from the assault. She's running past people and shouting, "Call the cops! -Run-! Move!" And all sorts of other words as she runs down a sidewalk and across a street.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The drones continue to follow Tigra, firing bullets at her as the voice says,"

You cannot run forever Tigra!"

As Tigra turns a sharp corner, if she were to pay attention, she would notice that one of the drones did not make the turn in time, and smashed into a wall, breaking apart in the process. Perhaps you have found a way to defeat them?

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Try this!" She says, cackling to herself, still holding onto the dead robot tiger as an umbrella as she jumps up towards a fire escape and easily gets up by several rungs. Using her incredible speed and strength, Tigra zips up the ladder and then starts doing the circle spin and stair move to get towards the top of the building. "Come on. Get out of here and let me go home! I'm tired and bleeding and this sucks!" The striped woman bemoans to no one as she hauls the dead tiger with her the whole time.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The drones hover in place for a bit, before the voice cries out in frustration. The drones suddenly fly away, leaving you alone. However, you hear a light beeping from the robot, and if your hearing was good, you would hear a faint,

"Self-destruct sequence activated."

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Give me a _BREAK_!" Tigra grunts as she hefts the tiger off her shoulder and aims to throw it down off the fire escape towards the other bots that had been chasing her. "Die you bastards!" She shouts, not knowing how long the timer is set for for the self destruct, or if it even exists, but dang, a girl can hope. She watches it fall towards the drones, thinks better of it, but then knows she can't really run away just yet. She has to make sure no one else will get hurt, for sure.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The tiger lands on the ground, but there are no drones to be seen, perhaps they flew off. The robot explodes with a large bang, causing firey robotic parts to fly everwhere. Luckily, no one seemed to be in the blast radius, but the robot was completley destroyed, and tracing it would now be almost impssible.

Greer Grant has posed:
    "****! I wanted to keep that." The furred woman says with a frown as she leans against the railing and blows hard enough to cause her lips to raspberry before she shrugs her shoulders and climbs back down to start making her way back to the park, finding the purse, taking it back to the lady, and then heading back to the avenger's mansion, metal tail in hand the whole time.

    "At least today wasn't boring..." She muses to herself with a hint of a purr.