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Post by bio858 on Oct 23, 2020 18:39:00 GMT -7
DevilsAs Jigsaw went in for the stab towards the Devil with the bat, Mr. D would use his right hand to swat the hand away. This lead the Devil with the bat to go in for a quick bash in the head towards Jigsaw. A move that might not have hit if the villain's PTSD wasn't set off. The foe was knocked back and onto the ground, which lead to the other Devils to start beating on the foe. At the sound of these words, the men would relent at the beatdown, pondering their next action. "What do we do now?""Should we just leave him for the cops?""No, we need to kill the bastard."The one with the final response would be Mr. D, as he knew that if they killed this man right now, they'd be the next ones to be chased down by Daredevil and Punisher. Granted, the two could come after them regardless if they killed Jigsaw, but Mr. D felt that they could lessen such an occurrence by simply ensuring that Jigsaw was captured and not killed. "Keep him alive, but break his legs. We don't want him running anywhere any time soon. And don't worry Mr. I, we'll make sure Mr. Russo here gets a more proper end."With that, the Mr. I with the bat would apply even more force to the knees of Jigsaw, breaking the appendages of the psychopath. After the deed was done, the four devils would quickly exit the basement and rush around the back of the building. If they were able to make their getaway, they would be climbing up the side of several buildings and traversing across the rooftops before SWAT arrived on the scene. They'd leave Jigsaw broken within the basement of the building, letting the heroes and cops deal with the rest of the scene.
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Post by Ysmir on Nov 10, 2020 11:41:51 GMT -7
"I send them to hell. I sleep just fine."
Luckily, the Officer had some sense, and so, too, did the Devil. Once it was clear that neither would try anything unsavory, Frank gestured for the Officer to step back. Assuming he did so and put more comfortable distance between himself and Frank, he lowered the handgun -- both to ease tensions and to show that, despite his reputation, he truly meant no harm where he could spare it. Below, the budding warzone had deteriorated into something far less familiar to Frank. Cops vs Robbers was a game he knew well, but this? Not that it struck him completely by surprise. Doing what he and Red did, you heard all manner of stories of people trying to take the fight to the thugs in their name, wearing their colors, hoisting their flag. Noble, but misguided. You didn't choose to become what they were. Life forced it onto you. Frank rested his hand on the fire escape's railing and gazed across to the Devils that charged into the apartment building. "Get out of my mind!!"Frank's brows creased. His hand clenched. Despite all his discipline, his training, Daredevil could feel his heartrate jump ever so slightly. "Russo," he muttered. He was there, the whole time. At their mercy, probably, but still living. And as the New York SWAT moved in to haul him out, a million things raced through the Punisher's mind as he had one of his most hated enemies just a few dozen yards below. His grip tightened on the railing as he considered every route he had to get their, dialed in exclusively on the growing police presence. But his conscience kicked in -- what little of it remained. No avenue without innocent cops dying... tragic. Have to leave it, for now.Frank removed his hand and stepped back, exchanging glances between Officer Richards and Daredevil. He holstered his 1911 and flicked his trench coat forward before walking to the opposite end of the fire escape. "I'll look into it. Assuming you will, too. If you get answers, I wanna know. These are my streets, too." As he began to descend, intent on following the masked imitators, he gave one more look to the Officer. "And you forget everything you just saw. Better that way."With a grunt, he vaulted from the opposite end of the fire escape to a nearby ledge. He disappeared into the night, on the tails of the Devils who left their quarry behind broken, but living, hoping to get a better look into what exactly they'd been doing there that night.
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Post by webdevil on Nov 19, 2020 1:47:41 GMT -7
Daredevil heard their intentions, and braced himself for the audible CRACK! of Russo's legs as they were splintered by an aluminum baseball bat. Which was as ever present in his mind at ears as Frank's body language imploding at the very thought that his most hated nemesis was within his sights... And he couldn't do a damn thing. Daredevil looked down and in that moment, gave a small smile. He let his head to turn even further right and away than the building where the NYPD was moving in to retrieve Russo while these "Devils" were moving Jigsaw into the basement so they can cover their escape. Deep down - - Daredevil frowned at that remark. "Frank - -" he began, but Frank rounded on Officer Richards. Richards nodded, albeit mechanically. and with that, Frank was off. Daredevil instinctively reached for his club to give chase, but then he spun around, his original thought returned to him. Deep down, he understood Frank's burning desire for vengeance. How many times did he have Bullseye or Fisk within his grip and he couldn't do a thing? He lost count. And deep down... These Devils needed a closer watch. "That was a close one, eh, DeeDee?" said Richards, trying to exhale in relief as the battle began to die down. Daredevil put his hands on the railing, remembering that Richards didn't know he was blind, and turned his head to "look" at him. "Something tells me... It's not over yet, Officer."Richards gave him a surprised look. "Ya think? What this some superhero intuition or you got some intel we don't?" he asked. Daredevil snorted. "Something like that." he replied. Richards shrugged. "If you say so. You gonna be ok up here?" Daredevil nodded. "I'll lower you down. Call this in.""But what about - -" "I'll handle the Punisher. You focus on all these Russians and Jigsaw." said Daredevil with an air of finality in his tone. With that, Richards nodded and with that allowed himself to be lowered back to street level and report in. Once the policeman was on his own two feet again, Daredevil reeled his cable club back in and spun it towards the adjacent rooftop and slung himself up and out of sight from the SWAT snipers who had begun to canvas the perimeter of rooftops, covering all exits. He was out of the perimeter within a minute, but kept his Radar trained on the building. By now the Devils were long gone, but Jigsaw was being put on a stretcher. He needed answers. Who were these guys? Why his costume? He watched, and waited.
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