The Assassin vs the Arachnid - IC

In the darkening hues cast by the falling night, the vibrant red and blue colors of Animus' suit stood out considerably as he skillfully hurtled through the air, unmindful of the many awe-inspired stares he attracted from the hordes of citizens lining the shaded streets below. Regardless of that, the whites of his signature crimson mask attentively remained trained forward. It wasn't important right now, or at the very least, not as important as getting home to get some rest. Calling it a night and allowing himself to relax for a bit more seemed to be the best way to allow his previous injuries at the hands of Kaligar, which had been sustained not too many days ago, to fully and thoroughly mend.

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A most peculiar sound appeared to resonate as Animus lightly extended out his arm, middle fingers bent backwards as a narrow, colorless strand of an organic, sticky mesh fired from his wrist. His right hand tightened into a firm grasp around the web-like strand as it adhered to the middle-section of a brightly illuminated building up ahead.

How do I get that perfect am while I'm moving so fast?

His mouth spread into a almost childlike grin as he was swiftly heaved through the air, as though being pulled through the air by a rope. Chilly, sharpening air whipped across his face, eyes as he careened forward, throwing himself from the strand just in time to throw out his left hand to project another one. Akin to how the the previous had, it latched onto the edge of yet another structure, weightlessly heaving him through the air into a heavy landing upon the rooftop itself.

Home's not too far off... just a few more minutes, he thought, arms folding as his gaze darted across New York's metropolitan expanses.

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Night time was blanketing itself over the city, contrasting in a way some would say, 'beautifully' against the setting sun. The Bastard Assassin, Dosa, would counter this with an opinion of her own. She didn't see the charm of the coming evening, but saw an opportunity for her special abilities to thrive instead. Dosa walked quietly among the bustling streets swarming with other pedestrians, blending in seamlessly even as she was adorned in a punk Sex Pistols T-Shirt and leather pants. The residents of the city ignored her presence and brushed her off as angry teen. They weren't too far off in their judgement to be honest.

In one hand she twirled a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, the cardboard making a sleek tapping noise at the apex of every rotation. In her other hand was a paper thin shuriken made of hardened titanium. Nothing too impressive, but the aerodynamics of the deadly projectile provided a blinding velocity when thrown by honed hands. The glimmering metal was concealed within the bottom of her sleeve has she gripped it loosely, able to retrieve it at a split second's notice.

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The snapping of loud cracks echoed throughout the cityscape as a few people glanced up with beaming smiles and cheered gleefully as their hero swung in between the building structures. A small smile creeped alongside the Kid Cognus' face as her target came into view. She had meditated all day onto his whereabouts, but he proved too self-dominant of his destiny to pin point. Proof that he would be a worthy opponent, even if he was an arachnid like contract.

Pulling back on the ancient Japanese steel trajectile, she fixated her gaze at where her Target's next oscillation would be instead of his figure. Content with where her mark would be she shot her arm forward at blinding speed that no normal human being in her area would even notice. The sharpened blades sliced through the wind with silent ease, and if the edge met it's objective, the young hero would plummet down to where Dosa had been waiting. A pistol drawn and her Cursed Katana unsheathed.