Burned in Hell [STREET LEVEL] (Ask)

[webdevil]

The heat of the flames licked what limited exposed skin he had. Sirens and sounds streaked through the black and echoed off the rooftops and windows of Hell's Kitchen. Radios roared to life and anybody with a cell phone was already streaming the blaze.

He knew all this: And he was still two blocks away.

It was normal for a man who was blinded as a child yet gifted with superhuman senses in exchange to know such things. More so when that child would be trained by a mysterious warrior named Stick how to hone those senses into tools in a war that was neverending, as well as skills such as his graceful movements most Olympic-level athletes couldn't even hope to achieve across the familiar haphazard jungles of steel, shingling, glass, and concrete. Even at his six-foot, two-hundred pound frame, very few were as nimble across the cityscapes of New York as Matt Murdock.

Though to those in the Kitchen he was known by another name: Daredevil.

And Daredevil had been growing on edge. This was the third fire in as many days. He knew that because he tracked them all. He didn't need enhanced hearing to know what the Fire Chief was going to say next:

"Yeah, we got it! Another one! Yep! N-no, clear that with the press: This ain't one of Fisk's."

While true that this building - a small restaurant on West 44th and 9th - was once a front for one of Fisk's lower tier drug operations, his old friend Ben Urich exposed those operations years ago. One of a many exposé that had Ben on the Kingpin's shit list. Nevertheless, he managed to arrive just as firefighters were pulling out of the building. The smoke choked his lungs even from the outside, but his unnatural Radar Sense that compensated for his lack of sight detected nobody in the building. A small mercy.

"Hey, Daredevil!" called the crew chief by the truck. Ironic. As a child, that phrase was used by the school bullies as an insult for his desire to focus on his studies over his extra-curricular hijinks. The Man Without Fear responded in kind by approaching him, landing on his feet and walking closely to him, quite a different reaction to that of Spider-Man's.

"Chief."

"Lieutenant, but it's ok. You just missed it, Hornhead." said the fireman, mercifully not surprised or even annoyed, implying this was a normal occurence for him, which indicated he didn't even pay attention to the fact that the man who addressed him was actually blind.

"One of Fisk's old buildings."

"How di- - yeah. But that's the weird part. All three fires in the past few nights? All FORMER properties of Fisk Enterprises. But it gets stranger."

"Stranger?" the Man Without Fear asked, quirking a brow beneath his crimson cowl.

"Yeah, yeah. I read about you getting into a tussle a few times with the fat man in the paper. But that's your business. Mine is why people are setting fires to buildings he hadn't owned in at least a decade. You don't work in this trade for twenty years and not pick up when somebody's doing this on purpose."

"Arson?"

"That's my feeling. But who? Why?"

The Lieutenant paused a moment then leaned a little closer to Daredevil.

"Look, I just don't want to get mine or my crew involved in your cape stuff, ok? These are good people. If any of this goes back to you..."

The Lieutenant didn't need to finish his sentence: The Devil of Hell's Kitchen more than understood.

"Mmmm. I'll keep you in the loop, Lieutenant..."

"Berg. Jeremy Berg." the firefighter replied with a hint of relief in his voice's timber.

Daredevil nodded and pulled out his trademark Billy Club and fired to the rooftop and began immediately feeling his headache begin to clear from the lack of smoke - not that it didn't stop the taste of ash from making him want to gag. Another serial arsonist, and EMS was worried it involved someone with a grudge against Fisk. Great. Another long week... He hoped it would not get any longer...

[kingrico]

So the guy--the guy who kills so many, so often--me he decides not to kill. Me he decides to just put through a window again and again and again. Frank Castle just kinda drives me a little crazy, see?

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Billy had found himself on the run from not only one ArchEnemy but a friend of that person as well, and let’s just say he was smart enough to stay off the streets so as not to be found by neither the Punisher or the Ghost Rider Danny either. Luckily for him, several of his contacts informed him that Danny was off doing things with the Hellraisers, the Punisher was back in hiding leaving Billy able to hit the streets again with his terror. He had been contracted by some Russian mobster to figure out who set ablaze several of Fisk buildings and kill them, Billy didn’t ask questions though he got the job done and took his pay each time.

One of his more recent hunts leads him to Hells Kitchen an area he was all too familiar with, the land of the DareDevil the Man without fear so they said at least. He still wasn’t feeling too good about the whole Daredevil and Black Widow fight with him here a few years back, now he had more problems because of Danny Ketch the Ghost Rider was close friends with the Daredevil and regularly patrolled the area himself to assist. Whoever was setting these fires were surely attempting to get the Devil’s attention, but in the process, their actions are getting them heat from the mobs as well.

Regardless as the current fire blazed on he watched silently from down the street before getting on the phone, “Near the current fire nobody here… Heading to Site B to follow up on a lead” Billy would say before hanging up the phone and getting in his car and heading 2 blocks west to Gotham Plaza building on 11th and 44th Street. He had orders to execute whoever took out one of the mob’s relatives in any way he deemed fit, it was his final job of the night and figured he would have fun doing it.

He started his walk to the building watching the police cars fly past trying to reach the current crime scene, it made him grin slightly this was more like it Chaos and Destruction. “I will turn Gotham into a blood bath, the City will sleep in fear unaware who the true enemy is…”

[bio858]

A man stood, looking out his window at the fire several blocks away. As the bright flames reflected various oranges, reds, and yellows off the lenses of his glasses, the man would start to pull out his burner phone to check his messages.

With the message indicating that the third building was burnt to a crisp, the man wearing the pair of spectacles with a suit and tie would start to type in a number on his phone. Dialing it in, he'd wait for the dial tone to eventually end until a voice answered on the other end.

"This is Mrs. B. The others are in position. We're just waiting on those Russians to start leaving."

The bespectacled man listened to theses words with silent apprehension. This was a long time coming, and the people of this city needed others to start acting in its stead. People like Fisk held New York in a vice around her throat. And the people, they all simply suffer in their simple process to breath. Well now, it was time for the people to act. No more do they let other...heroes act in their stead. They need to start fighting back, to rebel against the so called Kingpin. And the first steps were to create a symbol. That symbol being the fire burning right before everyone's eyes.

But that would also be a distraction, drawing authorities away towards the spectacle. The real goal would be to eliminate some lieutenants within the Russian mafia, a group making up one part of the larger ecosystem that is the crime engrossed within the Big Apple.

The suited man in his apartment building would walk towards a wall of his room, looking at a photo showcasing him in his gi, with a black belt around his waist. His eyes would be trained across the students in the photos, all smiling. Some of which would be his volunteers. His allies in the coming battle.

"The bastards are on the move. There's about 5 of them."

The bespectacled man would start to speak. "You three identified them?"

"Yeah, we made sure to memorize their faces, down to each disgusting detail."

"Then...it's time to act." The man would look towards the shelf of the room, sighting a red mask with horns. Many would recognize it as memorabilia, showcasing a halloween mask iterating the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. For the man and his allies, it would be their second symbol, showing their inspiration and hiding their identities all the same.

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A few blocks further north, away from the Fire

About 5 Russian mobsters would walk down the sidewalk, casually conversing amongst one another while catcalling some female bystanders here and there. They'd eventually reach their destination: a dimly lit parking lot where the 5 had parked before having their drinks at the local bar. The criminals each had their guard down, not expecting the reflection of people in Devil masks looking back at them in the mirror.

The thugs would attempt to turn around and pull out their guns, but the 5 Devils were faster. Their hands, movements, techniques, all allowed them to easily dismantle the 5 thugs and beat them bloody into the ground. The dark-skinned female wearing a Devil mask would start to speak up first.

"You people, just take and take and take from us, and just get away with it all, don't you?"

"We're done letting that happen."

"You fucks enjoy making others suffer, taking pleasure in the fact that no one's coming to save them while they call for help. Well let me tell you, no one is coming to save you from us."

"We know you got guys looking for who's starting those fires. Well, let's help you out with that. We did, and this latest one was just for a special occasion."

"We didn't want any interruptions from the cops. It's why we gave them a light show. So we can have you boys all to ourselves."

The devils would then start beating down on the mobsters over and over again. Four of them were brutally killed on sight, but one was left alive in critical condition. They spared him to send a message. With the other 4, they took the bodies and placed them in body bags to then be lifted inside specialized vans. The devils would then drive off into the night, preparing their next night of retribution, whether it be by flame or by fist.

[webdevil]

“Job is Done… Heading to Site B”

Very little escaped Daredevil's famous ears in Hell's Kitchen. Even fewer when he was already letting the sights and sounds of the city in for anything that could lead him towards who set it ablaze. The arsonist must've not seen him, so he decided to work with that. He followed where the voice pinged off his Radar and was fortunate when the voice spoke again. A familiar gravely tone that sounded like skin grinding on staples.

“I will burn Gotham to the ground, the City will sleep in fear unaware who the true enemy is…”

There it was. He leapt down quietly, following the voice. It was definitely familiar. But it was clear that he was not done for the night. He was after another target. If he took him down now, who or whatever his target was would not be safe.

So he followed the voice and its owner to a few blocks north, taking ample care to not be noticed as he trailed from the rooftops above. His training from Stick and the Chaste proving their worth in such tight spaces. And his instincts to not just throttle the bastard alive paid off.


He leapt, his billy club cable steady.

WHAM.

[kingrico]

So the guy--the guy who kills so many, so often--me he decides not to kill. Me he decides to just put through a window again and again and again. Frank Castle just kinda drives me a little crazy, see?

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Billy had a more important issue to deal with, the supposed man behind these actions where just upstairs in the Gotham Plaza. He would walk up throwing an emp grenade into the front entrance knocking all the cameras out he would then pull out his pistol with a silencer on it killing the two doormen and a young lady at the desk. He would press the button entering the elevator going up to the penthouse, he was expecting resistance which he came prepared for with his Kevlar vest on he would place a purge mask on before pulling out his Mac 11.

Ding!!

He would open the door walking into the house before taking cover behind a wall, he noticed two guards to his left and two more in the front he started to calculate his next move. He grabbed his pistol before sneaking behind the two to his left shoot them both in the back, he then moved forward sneaking up behind one of the men sliced his throat. His partner turned around started shooting only for Jigsaw to use the body as a human shield, launching the smoking dead body at the man he would pull out knife launching it right into the man’s eye before shooting him in the throat.

He made his way to the back into the hallway where he would find a little girl standing, “Hi sweetheart, im one of your dad’s friends you wouldn’t happen to know where he was, would you?” He asked her bending down.

“He’s in his office” She replied innocently.

“Thanks… you go back in your room now” He would say before watching her go back in and continuing his way up to some stairs and down a hallway, he would open the door to see a man sitting down.

“I'm going to give you five seconds to tell me why did burn down these old properties owned by Fisk?,” Billy said in a cold voice.

“I… I Didn’t do such a thing, I don’t know what you speak of! We have no problems with the Russians they are close friends we treat them like brothers” The man replied in a Ukrainian accent.

“Well that’s not the word is around town… now feel like you’re f**k**g with me! Your answer was useless so we will just send a message to the rest.” Billy said before walking around the man pointing his gun towards his head. "Now lets try again..."

[bio858]

With the vans driving away, the Russian left bloody and bruised on the ground struggled to call for help. He needed help desperately, but was too afraid to call 911. The police would inevitably ask him way too many questions, and he wasn't high enough in the "food chain" to be let off the hook due to not having the proper connections.

Hence, he desperately reached into his pocket, until he could finally pull out his cellphone. His eye-sight was heavily blurred, displaying how hard it was for him to see, given the bruising around his eye-lids. He'd eventually reach his contacts list and click on the necessary contacts needed to get him help. The number dialed and he screamed out as loudly as he could into the phone with his native dialect.

It would take only a matter of minutes, but his fellow Russian arrived, and attempted to carry their injured friend within the car and start to drive off.

<"Who did this to you brother? And where are the rest? Tell us so we can cut their f**k**g throats!"> said one of the Russians who went by the name of Mosalev Androniki.

The man struggled to speak, but he'd blurt out one word in plain ole English. "D-Devil..."

The Russians knew who that meant. They were never able to take on the Daredevil before. He had always succeeded in ruining their operations, even with the help of Fisk's protection and resources. But, they had the expertise of the visiting Jigsaw on hand. They just had to direct him towards the right direction. Mosalev even had some suspicions that it may have been the Devil himself who burnt down those buildings, but there was no substantial evidence. Just the coincidence that a man was beaten down in a parking lot while a fire burned within the same district of Hell's Kitchen.

And so Mosalev would send a message to Jigsaw.

["Mr. Russo, change of plans. Apprehend the Daredevil instead. We do not care if you take him dead or alive. We prefer alive, but no one will cry if you get a bit out of hand with the Devil's body. And if you find him, let us know. We'll send men for backup."]

With the message sent, the Russians could only hope that their new associate could rid them of the red-horned menace once and for all.

[webdevil]

SPACK!

The Billy Club would aim for Jigsaw's gun barrel with unnerving speed. Daredevil finally got a beat on the bastard once he got inside the building following his wild psuedo military approach to the plaza's front entrance.

He would have been foolish to follow suit in all the chaos of gunfire and the EMP grenade that caused his Radar to warble ever so slightly like an old TV set's bunny ears going haywire. Daredevil instead chose to go through the open service entrance where his only security preventing them was an overweight and very exhausted shipping receiver casually pulling a hand jack with a skid loaded with cleaning chemicals, bleach, and amonia wrapped in heavy plastic wrap and cardboard from a short truck. Once he was past the lone dock worker, he slid through the security with barely a second thought, keeping sure his Radar was trained on Jigsaw and the many obstacles between himself and the madman that not even Frank had been able to put down. Daredevil considered for a moment whether or not that was either a blessing or a curse. He shook his head. Frank had his reasons and he was sure none of them would pass the bar.

He peeled his way through an empty elevator and climbed his way through the emergency hatch and up the shaft to the same floor. The building strip was only three stories and the subdivision being built was still not quite finished construction, so the climb wasn't so far even to the penthouse. Fortunately his target was behind several feet of wall and mortar to the elevator corridor. He put his feet in some small footwells he found for himself and ran his fingers down til he could find the best spot to pry open the elevator door. Once he did, he plunged in with all his might into the door, prying it open. Daredevil took a brief second to collect himself and hold his breath from the strong scent of blood mixed with gunpowder that flared into his nostrils as he came out. He began hearing what was going down in the next room.

“Hi sweetheart, im one of your dad’s friends you wouldn’t happen to know where he was, would you?”

Daredevil didn't need to hear a heartbeat to know that flat lie. He gritted his teeth. That was when a little girl's voice ran across his ears.

"He’s in his office”

Now his mind began to race. He had to think fast. He picked up his speed as quick as his silent feet would carry him down the corridor. Jigsaw had gone into this little girl's father's office and closed the door just as he rounded the corner. And she was still standing there, expression frozen in place. If a man whose face was stapled together was one thing, a man in a crimson Devil costume was another.

And yet she recognized him with wide surprise.

"D-Da"

"Shhhhh." he whispered softly, placing a finger to his mouth. The girl nodded and copied him. Daredevil gently closed the door on her and turned to face his target. He heard Jigsaw's phone go off in his pocket mid conversation, but it went to voicemail:

["Mr. Russo, change of plans. Apprehend the Daredevil instead. We do not care if you take him dead or alive. We prefer alive, but no one will cry if you get a bit out of hand with the Devil's body. And if you find him, let us know. We'll send men for backup."]

Daredevil recognized that accent. What? The Russians? He tried to rack his brain what they were doing talking to Jigsaw. Were they part of the arson? And why did they want him all of a sudden? The sound of Jigsaw's Mac 11 clicking a heavy click as he pulled back the hammer and his gravelly voice brought him back.

And the Devil then struck. Bringing him through the door with a violent kick and to the present as he engaged the depraved madman and trying to use the momentary confusion to his advantage.

[Grandore]

Frank Castle sat in his van with his head phones on listening intently. The satellite on the roof of his van was picking up the phone call the Russian made to Jigsaw.

"Russo.... Son of a bitch!"

Castle grumbled as he slid the head phones off. He grabbed several weapons sliding them under his trench coat before he sat in the driver's seat of the van. He slammed on the gas and drove down the road at a good rate of speed. He drove up behind the car following it. It probably looked like another Russian van to them. Little did they know The Punisher was hot on their trail!

"Let's see what you scum are up to!"

He grumbled following behind the car. Castle figured wherever they went they would lead him right to the headquarters... From there a greater plan could hatch.

[kingrico]

So the guy--the guy who kills so many, so often--me he decides not to kill. Me he decides to just put through a window again and again and again. Frank Castle just kinda drives me a little crazy, see?

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Billy's gun would get knocked out of his hand dropping to the floor hard enough to let off a shot at the Ukrainians leg causing him to scream and pain and fall on the floor, “So glad the Devil could join my little party… you wouldn’t happen to have the Rider or the Punisher with you?” He would ask with a grin before leaping over the desk throwing a Swiss army knife directly at Matt before kicking a table up and ducking behind it as he frantically tried to think of an escape route. “Seriously this doesn’t need to get ugly buddy, don’t you have more pressing issues to worry about like Fisk or Bullseye?” He would carry on asking before grabbing his gun shooting several shots around Daredevil to throw his senses off before quickly exiting out a rear door, Billy wasn’t all that interested in fighting currently… sure it would be fun but his current mission was his priority.

As he made his way out a Side hallway he would see a group of around 10 men charging towards him, “f**k!” He would say as he tried to calculate plan quickly, it was then he thought of a clever plan to get him past the men. “It was… It was the Devil! I was assigned to drop off a package of drugs to the bossman when he came in attacking us killing the boss! Quickly get him!” Billy would shout in a convincing tone as the men started to head towards Matts’s way. Of course, things could never go as easy as he hoped, once to the elevator he found himself having to face off against several armed police officers.

“Ahh look it’s the Pigs” Billy would say as they started to let off shots down the hallway, he would quickly duck behind one of the cutaways before loading a Mag into his Mac 11. Using his Military Skills he pulled out a small wrist mirror pushing it in the middle of the floor, he would then start to pick off the officers taking down two before tossing a smoke grenade to block their view as he leaped out a hallway Window in onto a fire escape. He could only hope he lost Daredevil in the chaos back there otherwise this would be one dirty ally fight, one that he was more than prepared for it necessary he just needed to keep his guard up for the other two.

[bio858]

Russians

The van would continue driving along, making sure their injured comrade was still breathing. They'd have to make a quick stop to the hospital of course, given their injured friend didn't call the ambulance before he was injured. They could have waited at the parking lot for the arrival of an ambulance, but they also realized that many emergency vehicles take a bit longer to arrive in this shady part of the neighborhood. A lot of that had to do with people like them, who run part of the organized crime within Hell's Kitchen. Or at least, attempt to run. They've had far too many handouts from the protection that Wilson Fisk secretly offers.

This time, they had to deal with the problem themselves. So, as they drove to the hospital, waiting for the call of Mr. Russo in case he did ascertain the location of the Daredevil. Of course, they didn't know what the Daredevil did with the other 4 comrades they were meant to be alongside they're injured friend. Little did they know, there would be another group involved in this whole mess. Along with the Punisher of course, hot on their trail.

[webdevil]

Daredevil winced as the man got shot. He could sense the girl in the other room reacting. The man was bleeding out, but the discharged bullet had managed to narrowly evade any major artery. Barely.

Daredevil's reaction time was disrupted and he didn't think to take down Jigsaw then and there. He did however manage to get his billy club up in time to deflect the thrown pocket knife with ease, it lazily sailing away. The momentary deflection cost him several seconds as he attempted to swoop in on Jigsaw, only for Jigsaw to have recovered his gun and the man open fired. Fortunately for Daredevil his entire body language screamed like a metal concert of what he was going to do and he had plenty of time to get out the way, bullets embedding themselves into the wall and shattering the window to his right.

Dammit, he thought, as him clearing the doorway gave Jigsaw the way out, which the criminal seized. Daredevil almost followed but he doubled back to check on the man's leg. Scum, maybe, he thought. But even scum had a family. He tilted his head towards the room where his daughter was holed up. She was crying.

He put pressure on the wound and held the man down. He was speaking in rapid fire Ukrainian until he realized who was on top of him.

"D-Da- - Kil- -"

Daredevil reefed down on his leg. The man wimpered like a hurt dog.

"Down! Or you'll be dead before the ambulance arrives." he snarled just as about ten men that Jigsaw ordered his way came barreling through the door. Once they saw what Daredevil was doing however, they froze.

"Your boss needs medical attention. NOW!" he roared. After a few seconds, the men prioritized their boss' health over Daredevil's head. They sought about getting to work, one of whom reached for his phone and began dialing 9-1-1, another few taking off their jackets, and began circling their boss, one stood by the door to make sure the little girl couldn't see what was going on if she opened her door again. This opportunity and surprising cooperation had allowed Daredevil the split second he needed to track Jigsaw, his stapled face smelling of amonia and sweat beneath the rotting steel that permeated wherever he walked, who had just barreled out the fire escape. Directly below him.

You made a mistake, Russo.

Daredevil anchored his billy club on the window and free fell downward. Within seconds he would be on him and reef him with all two hundred pounds falling at sixty miles an hour out of the escape and into the dumpster below...

[kingrico]

So the guy--the guy who kills so many, so often--me he decides not to kill. Me he decides to just put through a window again and again and again. Frank Castle just kinda drives me a little crazy, see?

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As the man with no fear grabbed Jigsaw freefalling Billy slipped a knife out of his sleeve attempting to stab daredevil in the leg, if successful Jigsaw would ultimately still land in the dumpster letting out a groan in slight pain luckily the dumpster was filled with garbage bags. He would push Matt off of him and roll out the dumpster coughing and crawling before getting back on his feet. "Ah for f**k sakes man Just leave me alone" Jigsaw would go on to say as he quickly hid behind another dumpster loading his gun, waiting for Daredevil to get out the dumpster unsure if his attack would do anything. "Listen here bud... we could come to an agreement perhaps I got 20K for you if you just let me walk... we can act like this never happened to look the other way" He would say before firing two rounds into the garbage can trying to scare him out.

"You know for a wannabe spider-man you really suck at making jokes" He would say looking around trying to see if he saw him, but he would soon be distracted by the sound of a motorcycle "Oh f**k its the rider" He would say before running out in the alley giving his position away only to realize it was just a biker passing by. "Shit!"

[bio858]

Russians

The mobsters would arrive at the hospital, unaware of the dangerous man tailing not too far behind them. Parking within the hospital's parking lot, they'd quickly rush their injured friend to the hospital lobby, calling for help to obtain treatment for the badly hurt comrade. Nurses and medical staff rushed to provide aid, placing their friend on a stretcher and delivering him to the nearest medical room. Questions were then quickly asked to the men who brought him there, but they all feigned ignorance, saying they found him hurt like this at a local parking lot.

Essentially, they would maintain some semblance of the truth, knowing the protection provided by Fisk could guarantee them some decent lawyers, provided the injured man wasn't hurt on the "job". Thankfully he wasn't, as he was indeed attacked by a group of vigilantes masked in Devil masks.

Devils

Speaking of the Devils, a few of the masked men would be carefully placing bodies on makeshift crucifixes within another abandoned building, as one of the other masked men prepared some filming equipment.

The bespectacled man in the suit wasn't wearing his glasses at the moment, as he happened to be within this dimly lit building. Instead, he'd be wearing a Devil mask himself, preparing himself for a recorded speech as he stands in front of the mutilated bodies.

"Are you sure about this Mr. D? It is a bit gruesome."

The masked man in the suit would reply "We need to send a message don't we? This provides a powerful image alongside it. Something people won't forget. Particularly people like Fisk, Owsley, Libris. They all need to know that they're next."

The woman going by Mrs. B would nod. It was time for the man's speech to begin. And so, he spoke, ready to deliver his message to the rest of the Kitchen when the time was right.

[webdevil]

NOTE: TAKING ACTION DUE TO EXTENDED LACK OF ACTION FROM GRANDORE.

The Man Without Fear was no stranger to "surprise attacks". Especially when one was falling several stories with a mobster under your arm. Thus it came as no surprise when in the fall, Jigsaw was savvy enough to pull a backup switchblade out of his sleeve and try to stab him. Fortunately for Daredevil, his reinforced costume was more than a match for a common knife, the only thing his enhanced sense of touch picked up was the sudden impact against his leg. Unfortunately, however, the impact messed with Daredevil's timing and sent himself careening into the dumpster with Russo. Daredevil rolled his shoulder forward to soften the blow, even making sure Jigsaw was still going to take the brunt of the fall. None of this however prepared him for the sudden impact.

A moment or two passed within several heartbeats. The air was still and neither of them were moving. Until Jigsaw did trying to push Daredevil's two-hundred pound frame off of him. Instinctively, Daredevil lurched and punched him right in the jaw, but Jigsaw still got free, climbing out of the dumpster first.

"Ah for f**k sakes man Just leave me alone!"

Daredevil rummaged his way through the dumpster's treasure trove until he reclaimed his billy club, allowing it to recoil back into place. Once it reformed the club with a subtle *klik*, Jigsaw spoke again.

"Listen here bud... we could come to an agreement perhaps I got 20K for you if you just let me walk... we can act like this never happened to look the other way."

Daredevil laughed a gravelly snarl, which had punctuated by Jigsaw firing into the dumpster. The reinforced steel blocked by several bags deflected the two bullets, but definitely got the attention of the police officers whose voices Daredevil could barely make out past their sirens a block northwest.

"You hear that!?"

"Central, we got a 10-10 southeast of previous report. Moving to investigate."

At their movement, Daredevil had less than five minutes to take Jigsaw down and get information before uniforms arrived and messed it all up. He pressed up with his arms and flipped out, always making sure to move opposite of Jigsaw's body language.

"You know for a wannabe spider-man you really suck at making jokes."

Jigsaw said before being distracted by a motorcycle outside the alley driving by. It made sense, this is a residential area. But Jigsaw was convinced it was "The Rider." As in Ghost Rider? Now Daredevil burst out laughing.

"Spider-Man? Ghost Rider? I think the fall did more brain damage than I thought." he said acidly before hurling his billy club in a rebounding disarming strike to allow him to close the gap and take advantage of the momentary distraction. He leapt forward with all his momentum with a wicked flying kick, targeting Jigsaw's very vulnerable disfigured face.

[kingrico]

So the guy--the guy who kills so many, so often--me he decides not to kill. Me he decides to just put through a window again and again and again. Frank Castle just kinda drives me a little crazy, see?

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Billy would get hit by the flying kick to the face knocking him back to the wall causing him to groan, he would push himself back up with blood coming from his face. He would slowly rub it off before turning back to Daredevil cracking a smile, “You think I am not a threat clearly… maybe I need to remind you who I am!” Billy would say as he backed up pulling out a small tube rolling it on the floor causing smoke to come out before he ran several garbage cans down were he had sat a duffle bag full of weapons down at, he then pulled out a taser waiting for Daredevil to get a little closer before he would attempt to taze him up close. If successful he would follow up with a punch to the face followed by a kick into the garbage can, he would then pull his knife out when he could hear the sound of sirens in the distance.

“Guess killing you may need to wait, It would be a shame if you were to die in your own neighborhood” he would say before turning the knife sideways putting his fingers in the hole to make it a brass knuckle he would go in for a punch hoping that landed as well. “Let’s make this quick I have the devil pet chasing me”