9487/Hey There Arrow Guy

Hey There Arrow Guy
Date of Scene:	06 January 2022
Location:	Location
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Clint Barton, Viola Fiore

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Clint Barton has posed:
Nightfall had long since arrived in New York City. The city never sleeps, however. Thus even though it is dark, the clubs are still going, the bars are still hopping, and things that go bump in the night are...well, bumping. Until, upon a sudden, a strange sound is heard amongst the midnight madness.

"Every day with you clowns!"

The Avenging Archer, Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye, found himself on ground level fighting tracksuit mafia - a very irritating gang that, you guessed it, dressed in tracksuits. Largely a Russian-led gang, they proceed to fire handguns and even throw molotov cocktails at Hawkeye, who is taking cover behind a very trashed looking car.

"Go into the city, Clint, you'll have a few laughs, have a couple of pizzas..." Clint groans, as he draws an arrow and fires it through the broken windows of the car, hitting two men with a single arrow. The arrow went straight through a mafia member's shoulder, just to hit the one behind him in the chest.

Doing so good.

But...the Avenger is still terribly outnumbered, and it looks like he could ue a hand as he takes cover again, bullets ringing through the night air.

Viola Fiore has posed:
The air stirs the flaps of Viola Fiore's cloak as she soars through the air above the streets of Brooklyn. The cloak itself had been cut into long, thin strips, and they tend to billow about her when flying, or if she turns sharply enough. It was an effect she liked when she checked it out in the mirror, complete with a domino mask about her eyes to help conceal her identity should anyone see inside the cloak's hood.

"Love to see what it looks like when I'm flying though," she murmurs to herself. To be fair she isn't actually flying. But the ability to push or pull with a great force against metal objects is enough to fling herself into the air, whether pushing down on something below her, or pulling on the girders of a skyscraper overhead.

The sounds of gunfire are easy enough for the girl to pick up with her senses heightened. They give her a moment's pause. This was just a test flight of her new costume she'd made. "I'm not a superhero," she reminds herself. Yet, the young woman can't seem to shake a feeling of obligation. "I can maybe just go check out what is going on," she says to herself. Pulling on the interior girders of a towering building with a force equal to her body weight causes her to swing in that direction, very much like Spider-Man if he'd attached a web to it. Soon she is soaring through the air and nearing the fire (and arrow) fight below.

Clint Barton has posed:
FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

Three arrows from Clint are loosed, seemingly regular broadhead arrows that pierce the Tracksuits. Three arrows, three men down. It is likely that Hawkeye was not aiming to kill, even as he's suddenly forced to draw an arrow from his quiver and stab it into the knee of one of the tracksuits who get a little too close. "Was an adventurer like you..." Clint makes a clicking sound with the corner of his mouth as he gives that devilish grin.

Only for more Tracksuits to attack! He moves out of cover, firing another arrow, which finds its target. After this exchange, roughly ten Tracksuit mafia members remain, and for some reason, they don't have the urge to run.

Yet, one of the sharper eyes notice Viola approaching, and lifts a rifle, attempting to shoot her straight out of the sky!

"Fuck heroes!!"

Viola Fiore has posed:
Her bird's eye view allows Viola to discern the combatants easily enough. And her sharpened eyesight is enough even at night to pick out the tracksuits. They illicit a soft groan from the young woman. Ever since a schoolmate's cutting comment made her realize her family's involvement in organized crime, it has been a topic that has drawn her interest and attention. Though she only knows a little of this particular group, their outfits are enough to put a name to them.

"Is that guy... using a bow and arrow?" she asks herself as she gives a hard push off a car two hundred feet below her to help herself stay airborne. It's then that the crack of a bullet passing uncomfortably close by draws her attention over to where, "Shit, they are shooting at me!"

The untrained young woman immediately panics, forgetting everything about her powers and begins to plummet towards the ground. Half her altitude is used up in that brief bout of panic. Thankfully it helps make her an elusive target for the next shot which misses her by a wider margin.

Getting a grip on herself, Viola tugs with several hundred pounds of force on a crane in a nearby construction site, changing her path greatly and accelerating her. She senses the metal in the rifle that is aiming at her, and burns faster the tiny flakes and pellets of iron she swallowed earlier, using the power gained to tug on the rifle harder than the strongest man could. It rips the gun out of his hand and sends it flying, until it hits the ground and skitters across it almost to Clint's feet.