Outskirts of Hell's Kitchen, New York -Gorgon
Gorgon tore through the dark streets, slipping through alleys and hidden alcoves like a man possessed. His movements were wrong—unnatural—bending in ways that shouldn't be possible for flesh and bone.
Bang.
The wall inches from his head burst into shards and grit. His hand dropped toward his own weapon, but the shadows around him shifted—and a fist cut through the dark toward his jaw.
A feint. Timed perfectly. Whoever this was had studied him and accounted for his peculiarities. But he was amped now—angry.
"Damon Dran sends his regards—"
Black Lotus's voice cut off mid-sentence. A green pinprick flared in her pupils, her stance faltering for the first time. The iron poise in her breathing slipped, as if something unseen had fallen into her mind and turned the edges of her thoughts into cement.
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Skyline Of Hell's Kitchen- Jessica Jones
Luke would be okay. The big guy could handle Red Hood. His secondary exposure to the treatment that he had undergone afforded considerably more strength and durability with his potential Avenger initiative recruitment. Luke was a walking tank before, but now she doesn't even know where the threshold was. She hoped this took, and at least he could get from under the special agent and her increasingly aggressive approach to everything, especially Red Hood and now her hatred of Armacham.
Jessica Jones fell from the dark sky into a crouch. She snarled not in anticipation of the upcoming fight but in pain at how her power acted, especially her flight.
The roof imploded across from her. A barely discernible figure darted across the standing surface. Daredevil, on his heels, was a moving shadow the size of a pony.
She stood and bolted, her powerful legs carrying her across the rooftop like an Olympic sprinter. She looked ahead, not even thinking about the distance; she could fly, so leaping or a sustained fall should be possible.
Her comms exploded in commotion as her boot touched the rooftop's edge. She pushed off, sailing overhead, and landed, her feet digging grooves. But she lunged her shoulder, slamming into the shadow.
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Rooftops of Hell's Kitchen-Special Agent Misty Knight
"I don't care, get me the X-Men, Red Hood has shown more than he has ever shown. He is escalating, and with it are his abilities; they have been holding out. I want Xavier or a dossier on his powers."
Boom.
She covered her head with her hands as debris rained down. She drew her sidearm and continued unperturbed.
"I need birds in the sky!" Special Agent Misty shouted into her comm as she gripped the rusted rails of the fire escape, as the surrounding buildings shook again.
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The system didn't even hesitate; its acceptance was faster than before. When he handed over the spark of the phoenix, there were no glitches or retracted texts. A red and white ball appeared in his hand, an honest-to-god poke ball.
Pokemon? Did the system have any rhyme or reason? He had been given access to Naruto and now Pokémon. Ignoring the groaning man and the looming Luke Cage, Cole glanced inside the system shop and sighed internally.
Yes. He had a connection to the Pokémon world now via the shop buying function, but soon found that it was limited to a handful of items.
'I possibly need to luck into a persona to get them all, similar to Naruto, he had access but lacked the more fun items like bloodlines, but at least I can purchase the starter Pokémon.' He said in conclusion
Nevertheless, he has been awarded a Growlithe, the fire-puppy Pokémon. Even without the system safeguard, the fire puppy was extremely loyal to its trainer. He looked inside the shop again to check a fleeting thought.
Muramasa (Black Blade) $723,000
Do you wish to purchase? Yes/No
So, that's how it is. Trade it, get a token of appreciation, want it again? Pay a hefty fee. He didn't need the blade. He purchased the starting Pokémon with another mental nudge, and a cold smile spread across his face.
Finished at the moment, he ignored the locking at the door, which was the system annoyance, akin to a fly buzzing around your ear. For him, it was the back of his eyes, admittedly a strange spot to poke someone.
He exhaled, the force wrapping around him, his mandate thrumming inside his soul. Jeremy York's vestiges incensed, and his rage was bubbling, threatening to unleash upon the city.
Refocused, Cole kicked Nagami backward effortlessly through three wrecked vehicles before he embedded into a concrete divider.
His oni mask cracked, his face turned from conviction to horror, his ethereal armor flaking away, and a terror-filled howl echoed on the wind.
Cole marched forward, steam rising around him.
"I said Stop!" Luke thundered behind him.
Matterlized in his hands like a magician's trick, the kinetic hammer hummed and extended its larger battle form with a slight twist. For the sake of the image, he could have done it without a physical effort.
"No-"
Images flashed in his mind, recalling his mother's smile and his father's praise. His red-brimmed eyes deepened as Jeremy reached form beyond the grave, his metaphysical hand overlapping his, his hand holding the hammer paled, and hoarfrost began to manifest up the shaft.
He sensed the defender's movement through the force, his actions sealing his fate in the principled man's mind tonight.
"Red Hood doesn't leave monsters behind."
"I SAID—THAT'S ENOUGH!" Luke roared with his sheer physicality, granting him explosive speeds. He cocked his arm back, prepared to end the mutant here.
And then—
BOOM.
Hell's Kitchen rumbled, and the building shifted. New York architecture was the sole reason the building hadn't tumbled over. The final blow, an execution that tripped the seismic systems over, cratered the street, sinking the epicenter of their battle six feet deep.
Nagami was no more.