"How about you losers get lost and nobody needs to wake up in a hospital?" Ann said without thinking. The words surprised even her.
"Look here, missy. If we got paid every time some loony in his Halloween outfit tells us something, we wouldn't need to get up in the morning anymore. Props for the style, though," Arder said, his jaw contorting into a sarcastic grin. "Now, beat it. Before this has to get ugly." Arder said, pulling out a well-used balisong.
Ann shifted her feet and thought about how to handle them, when Arder continued.
"No? Well, I'm alright with that. This is the part I like most." Arder cut back, following with a deep chuckle. "Clear her."
Instantly, the two men on her flanks began spraying bullets. As though it was instinct, Ann launched herself backward, bounding up the wall and propelling herself off again. The costumed woman aimed herself like a missile and tried to hit the guy on Arder's left. She heard a few shots impact on the wall behind her before she impacted on her target, ramming him into a dumpster. Weying heard a destructive crunch and saw that she hit his outstretched arm, breaking it like a twig.
She untangled herself and flipped backward, hearing Arder swear. She took a moment to see what the other men were doing and saw that Arder tried to pull the woman in front of him. Ann had no intention of allowing him to take a hostage.
Feeling her muscles contract, Ann launched herself from the ground, toward Arder. His other helper was backing away and attempting to take better aim. That, together with the woman's struggles, gave her the opportunity to reach Arder. He was nowhere near fast enough to use his knife against Ann. That didn't stop him from trying. Ann effortlessly latched on to Arder's wrist mid-swing, like an adult would restrain a child throwing a tantrum.
A gasp told her that her grip was too tight, but she didn't loosen it, not even after he dropped his weapon. More conscious of her strength, she hit him with a light jab, but still managed to crack his ribs.
Weying heard a shot from behind, but no impact. Internally she braced herself for the pain that was sure to follow. Only, there was no intense pain. She felt something on her back and dropped. Landing on his hurt arm didn't help as he croaked in pain. She brushed his head with her foot and it snapped back, this time without breaking anything.
Her attention snapped to the last thug. He looked terrified and his hands were shaking badly. He squeezed the trigger and his gun rocked back. Ann had seen it coming a mile away and simply sidestepped the badly aimed shot. Menacingly, she moved over to him. The burly goon dropped his gun and tried to make a run for it.
That was futile.
Ann made a few quick steps and jumped over his head, turning in the air. Acrobatics was something she had done a lot these last few hours. She grabbed his collar forcefully pulling him close, so the man's head was level with her own.
"That hurt," she growled.
To her surprise, she heard something patter on the ground. She looked down and saw that the tough, armed criminal had soiled himself. It was hard not to laugh at him, so she gave up trying. Even to her own ears, the laugh sounded low and cruel. The sound and especially the effect it had on her prey thrilled her. This scumbag lived by scaring and bullying his way through others. And here she was, Ann Weying, the mousy wallflower, causing him to weep like his victim did just minutes ago.
"Not so tough now, are you?" she asked, her face just inches away from his, grinning under the mask.
The man was drenched in sweat, clearly terrified. Ann decided to stop torturing him. She threw him into a wall and forcing a scream of pain from him. She could see he was conscious but didn't move.
Her focus was broken when the sound of sirens came echoing down the street. Ann was surprised. She was sure that nobody would call the police. She walked over to a groaning Arder and looked down at him; a typical bully, just like the other two. He was only tough when the victim couldn't fight back. She looked to the still scared woman. She walked over and kneeled in front of her.
Ann quickly went to the lady and asked"Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
No,I'm fine, Who are you? Are you a friend of spiderman? The lady asked.
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