Thunder King

Within a second, her eyes shifted from cheerful to gleaming with excitement. Her leg shifted behind her as her body coiled like a spring. She jerked forward suddenly, moving with surprising speed. Her fist penetrated his guard instantly, blowing right past his hands and straight to his chest. She was doing her best to hit him, but not hurt him. She did not want to injure her new friend. Still, her heart sang with the joy of a good fight. She knew retaliation was coming, but she welcomed it. She didn't like pain, but each blow was a lesson, each strike taught her to evade better, to strike harder. She was at home in the fight.

Crimson Tiger goes for an attack, 18

"A few ground rules, first; we come at each other as hard as we can swing, but we stop when one of us lands a solid hit, okay? I don't want to get hurt..." She started doing her warm-ups. First, a set of jumping jacks, and then she ran in place for a few minutes. After that, se started doing her stretches, her calves, her back, her arms. She didn't want to injure herself during the spar. "Did you stretch before I got here? Always stretch and warm up before working out." She said. "I'm ready whenever you are..." She said with a grin. "After this, maybe I can show you a few things from Muay Thai, my fighting style. Then you can show me a few things about sneaking around, maybe?"

Voltage swings, and gets a 20

The roar of the engine filled her ears, her short dark hair whipped behind her in the wind. She grinned, this was good. Her motorcycle pushed to the speed limit, she felt like screaming for joy. She spotted the building ahead and pulled up to it. Steel Shrike seemed like a cool guy, with cool technology and a cool costume. She wanted to learn more about sneaking and such, but she noticed he didn't flow as well as she did. She wondered how old he was. She swung a leg over the Tigercycle and hit the alarm. She pulled it into a hiding place and gazed up at the building. She spotted a ladder and climbed up it. It was dark, cold, and windy, perfect weather for a rooftop spar. She popped up over the edge of the building and spotted him. His cape whipped in the wind as he gazed forward. She grinned inwardly, he did look really cool like that. She could tell as cool as he wanted to be, he wasn't there quite yet.

Initiative, 15 Even if this creep deserves it, I don't imagine that Voltage would just swing at him, so I think it would be a good idea if the guy made it clear that he was going to attack him first, so Voltage would be justified in self defense.

Crimson Tiger sighed. She was hungry, sore, and tired. The energy from the fight had worn off long ago, and now it was time for her to go. "You're pretty cool, Shrike...". She said, smiling as she walked towards a nearby bush. She walked out, directing a black and red motorcycle. It was clearly a custom job, very expensive looking. She dusted it off slightly, and smiled. "There's my baby, all clean. Nobody messed with her." She grinned and started her up. A smooth, low sound filled the air. She revved the engine a bit. It was a loud, lean and efficient machine. She swung a leg over the bike and fixed her helmet over her head. "Seeya later!" She said, clicking on her lights and hitting the gas. She was going for a meal, some rest, and a relaxing night of television. Still, it had been a very productive night.

GM The sound of sirens leaked into the empty factory. Two police cruisers and a couple of paddy wagons pulled into the parking lot. The police politely asked the heroes to leave the scene, and thanked them for recovering the art. The entire place was bustling with activity as several police officers woke up, cuffed, and sorted through the crime scene. The police did ask the heroes to stick around on the off chance any of the ninjas tried to escape. It was now quite dark, and the open road stretched before them. "We've been tracking this case for weeks..." One of the officers said. "This isn't even the only group of them, similar thefts have been all over the place. Well, thanks for stopping them. We should be able to clean it up from here. You guys can go home."

Intimidate roll, 10

Thomas just shrugged. After the incident with the insane doctor and the crazy kung fu robot, this man offered no real threat to him. Still, he couldn't exactly blast him, despite what he really deserved. "I went to public schools, actually. My parents insisted on it." He said, maintaining his composure. He wasn't afraid of this guy. While breaking his cover was absolutely the last thing he wanted, he was both fully prepared and capable of launching him through the window if that's what he needed to do."Your computer looks like it might have some illegal stuff on it, I don't know, man. I mean, what if the police saw this? I think that's grounds for a full scale investigation, don't you? I mean, it's standard procedure to check for viruses and the like, and I could report it. Or, you could pay me for the repairs, pay me for the damage, and get out of the store."

Computer repair check, 32 Covertly checking to see what he's got on his computer, 40 Diplomacy check, 3

"Awesome!" She shouted. She was already making friends with super heroes. She looked down at the guy. He was kinda roughed up. Would take a few hours to come to properly. She imagined his head would ache for a few days, and so would the rest of him. She shrugged. Shouldn't have stolen. Still, as much as she liked fighting, she didn't like to hurt people. She felt kind of guilty. She shook her head. This is why she got into heroing, to stop bad guys from doing bad stuff. She was confident that in a few days, after some ice and such, he'd be okay.

Thomas nearly slapped his hand to his forehead. People did this constantly. They expected computer repair to mean 'miracles'. A brief fantasy coursed through his mind, a large blast of electric current firing through the air, and one very rude customer on his back, unconscious. Of course, it was a momentary flight of fancy, he would never harm someone like that, even if they kinda deserved it. "Sir, I can take a look at it, but unfortunately, I can make no promises. It looks badly damaged. I can try to see if I can save the hard drive, but I doubt it. I can look at it, see if it's fixable, and go from there. As for my brother, he's not here right now. He doesn't work the store except sometimes to clean up. I'm not sure where he's at.". He didn't quite look like one of Sam's usual friends, that was sure. He took a picture with his mind of his face and resolved to see if he had a criminal record, and what kind. He mentally shrugged. That would wait for later. "It'll hardly take five minutes to sit down. Would you like something to drink while I give this a look? Coffee? Cup of water?"

"That actually makes a lot of sense, I mean, I'm sure you've protected it." She ignored his clumsy language. Being good at fighting and sneaking didn't mean he'd be good at talking. She looked at it. She'd never seen numbers like that before, she'd have to make sure it stayed in a safe place. She had a sneaking suspicion it would be a bad idea if that information got out. She held on to it tightly, resolving to put it in her motorcycle. "The police should be here soon. Think we should stay long enough to make sure they come to clean up?" "Hey, not that you're a bad fighter or anything, but if you ever want to spar or anything, just ask. I can always use the practice, and who knows, maybe I can learn a thing or two from you."

She smiled, "It's totally okay! You're one of those dark heroes, mysterious, aloof. I totally get it. I'm not, you know, anywhere near like that, but...anyways. I've been practicing fighting since I was, I don't know, five? It's been a long time since my dad started teaching me. He didn't have a son, so he taught me how to fight. Thanks for the...erm, what is this?"

Crimson Tiger nodded. "I'm really glad I could help, and I'm glad you were here, too. I don't think I could have taken that guy down by myself." She shook her head. "Guess I still have a lot to learn about fighting." This Steel Shrike person sure was strange. He wasn't a bad kind of strange, he was an uncertain kind of strange. He was trying to act all mysterious and cool, but she knew he was as much of a newbie as she was, or at least she thought he was. He had a super power, at least one, maybe more. He seemed to be a decent enough fighter, but he wasn't as practiced or efficient in his movements. She considered offering to teach him, but that seemed a bit mean. Oh well, maybe he'd practice more. "Well, I'm certainly up for fighting more ninjas..."She said with a grin. "If you ever need more help, well...we'll be in touch I guess."

"I just spotted a bunch of ninjas and followed them here. I mean, I'd never fought any ninjas before. Why not see where they were going? Then I ran into you, and got into this fight. It was a good night, I gotta say." She smiled. "Why were you following them? Were you following a case about art theft? We should stay until the cops arrive, wouldn't want to save this art and then have it stolen by someone else..."

She laughed. "Crimson Tiger, my name is Crimson Tiger. It's okay if you don't have a fighting style. Some people are naturally gifted fighters, others train. I train a lot, constantly really." She got up and stretched, before cracking her neck and her knuckles. After that, she dropped down and began performing stretch routines. "Ah, better, feel much more limber now." She said. "What's your name? Your superhero name, I mean."

"Hehe, that was fun." Crimson Tiger said, running her fingers through her hair. "I'll call the cops, they'll take care of this." She plopped down on one of the nearby chairs and sighed. Her shoulders sank a bit, she was tired. Fighting ninjas was fun, but man was it tiring. And their Master! What a fighter. She'd never fought a ninja before. She wondered if her grandfather ever fought ninjas. "Invisibility cloak? That is sooo cool. I almost want one." She grinned. "That guy was pretty strong, but I doubt he ever fought anyone who could go invisible before. "What fighting style do you use?"

A very failtastic 3

GM He growled, and then roared. Somewhere inside of him was the mind and body of a trained killer. But now? Now he was hurt, and tired, and very angry. The girl, couldn't be much more than twenty, twenty five years old, beat down an entire regiment of trained shinobi like they were nothing. And the man, he used invisibility and stealth, couldn't defend against that. Part of him thought to surrender, to give up. Then he shut that down. Regardless of what happened next, he would go out on his feet, like a warrior. He lunged where he thought the invisible man could be...

He decides to swing where he thinks Shrike will be... But gets nowhere near him

Crimson Tiger walked up to him, ready to finish the fight. She knew the fight was over, he just hadn't fallen down yet. Shrike's attack had nearly laid him out. She didn't know what kind of skills he had. He was already back to normal, having shaken his head loose of the cobwebs enough to resume fighting. Her knee smashed into his abdomen, causing him to gasp for air. He grabbed his abdomen in pain, again, as she danced out of his reach. "Look, it's over, you can barely stand." She said

Crimson Tiger going for a full-shifted All-Out-Attack for 26 Then backing up away from the obviously injured man And he fails spectacularly with a 13 He is now dazed, staggered and bruised

GM Unable to sense his foe, the Ninja Master reeled from the strike, eyes wide with pain. He reeled from the pain, his vision blurry. He could barely see. He stumbled forward, trying to focus, but he could not. He saw two Steel Shrikes and two Crimson Tigers, he shook his head, trying to regain his composure.