Olivia Foster "Cloudy night." It was said to no one, it was said to herself, it was said to everyone standing in an alley way hoping that the clouds wouldn't burst and the rain wouldn't fall. Her voice echoed down the alley, made faces turn to her. She hadn't been back in the Kitchen since that night, it felt like a life time ago, when really it hasn't been long at all. Her hands lifted, palms up, white energy arched from her hands, connecting with walls harmlessly. This was for show only. But it made people scream. "Come out...come out...where ever you are..." She had no flashy costume, though she thought she might in the future. It was a warm night, so it was jeans, boots, and a cropped tank top. She wasn't into leather...at least...not yet. "An old friend wants to talk to you..."

Daredevil™   He made his way through Hell's Kitchen quickly and easily, it hadn't changed that much since he was a kid. Ghettos only grow on the inside, after all. A few leaps, a swingline extended here and there, and he could make the circuit pretty quickly. A couple of hours around the worst parts, at least. It was a lot of time when you put it together, but then he doesn't have anything else in his life, he's a lawyer and he's Daredevil, with the occasional meal with Foggy or meaningless and short romance barely breaking up the monotony. Elektra was the last thing that brought a certain spark into his life, but she was gone too. The likelihood of it working out on the long-term was slim, but probably no slimmer than a chance for a long-term relationship with anyone else. It wasn't important anyway. This was important.

Olivia Foster He wasn't here yet. She wanted him here now. Right now. She wanted to see that red leather. Those little horns that were almost cute. Seeing those horns in a pool of blood, that is what she wanted. Again, the energy left the center of her palm, there was a small round mark from where the energy leapt, like a permanent scar...a burn...it would always be there. This time the arc connected with the shoulder of one of the people in the alley, she smirked at his scream "I know you're out here.." "What the hell, lady? You're crazy!"

Daredevil™ A few moments later... He heard a scream from several city blocks away, tracing it across all the surfaces it echoed from to get to his ears. And he came to the source at long last, standing on the edge of a fire escape balanced perfectly on the metal railing. He hesitated a moment, and then leapt off the fire escape and bounced off a nearby wall, turning in mid air before landing near silently behind the mutant. "There are better ways to get my attention..."

Olivia Foster She drew in a deep breath through her nostrils. She'd turn, slowly, let him get a good look at the face he'd once put behind bars, or been responsible for putting behind bars. "There he is..." She grinned, maliciously. "Should I have screamed like a damsel in distress? Acted waify?" She was never good at acting weak for she'd never been weak. She kept her hands out at her sides, palms open, with that mark seen easily. It was the only thing she hated about it. "Do you have a lot of those suits, or..does it just really smell?"

Daredevil™ "Waifish." he corrected. He saw nothing, immediately knew there was something strange about her hands. He picked up the scent of ozone, felt a raise in temperature surrounding them. He backed up slowly, and drew his billyclub. "Run." He commanded her would-be hostages.

Olivia Foster A couple of the people ran into each other, the man's shoulder had barely a burn on it. He'd be fine. She wasn't here to hurt them after all. She looked to the club and she chuckled a bit. "So, you want to play a game then? I like games.." She kept her eyes on that club, and she lifted her hand, to let one spark-like jolt fly from her palm..to it.

Daredevil™ And the moment she lifted her hand was the moment he whipped his billyclub directly at that spot on her palm, and it flew straight and hard, as though it had been shot from a crossbow.

Olivia Foster The club hit her hand just as the spark leapt from it, it slowed the momentum some, but not completely. Her hand went back and she hissed in a breath. "No." She back stepped, but oddly her feet weren't making a sound, that's because they weren't touching the ground. The other hand came up to shoot another blast at him, this time, it was aimed directly at his chest, not enough to hurt him much, but to knock him back...maybe. He'd feel it wasn't electricity at all, some odd non heated form of energy. It didn't burn. But it would leave a nasty bruise.

Daredevil™ He staggered back, but caught himself, wincing a bit from the attack. Strange... But instead of fighting her head on, he decided on trying to use her vendetta against her, sprinted towards his billyclub, cart wheeling while picking it up off the ground and then converting it into a grappling hook and anchoring it on the corner of one of the buildings, taking a quick swing to snap himself up into the air...

Olivia Foster "Don't you know you can't run from a flier, you idiot?" But the more powers she used, the weaker each attack became. It wouldn't be noticeable at first, but eventually, especially if she got frustrated, if she went to the bursting point. Literally. She darted after him, and she reached her hand out, to send another bolt to the line, if it was a metal line it didn't move along it, it only arched and looked like lightning. But it might snap the cable.

Daredevil™ The line snapped... But he'd still gotten enough momentum to keep moving...as he flew forward, instead of up he turned his body and let his feet hit a wall, using that saved up momentum to run a few steps just before he grabbed for the lip of a fire escape, then he planted his boots against the bottom of it and pushed off while arcing his body to flip up to standing on top of it, and then he leapt for the edge of the building it was attached to, pulling himself up...

Olivia Foster She zoomed up after him, expelling more energy, but there just happened to be a transformer close, so there was more energy fed back into her. Just as he got up onto the top of the building, she let another blast go, toward his back. "You can't run from me.."

Daredevil™ He grunted, one hand losing it's grip; then quickly recovered, the quickly scrambled up over the edge and then ducked behind the precipice...listening for when she got close, and when the time came...he'd leap from the building to try to tackle her out of the air.

Olivia Foster Knocked from the air, rolling along the rooftop, she grunted, but instead of trying to push him away, she looped her legs around him, arms too, and she grunted. "Well if I knew you wanted a roll..." She was getting a little pumped up, getting a little excitable.

Daredevil™ He didn't reply. Infighting was the best place he could be, though, his sense of touch was so acute he could compensate for a shift in position almost instantly. But he was going to shift the position before she got the chance, he grabbed for her wrist and rose quickly, trying to flip her onto her stomach...if that worked he'd plant a knee against her back and then twist and pull on her arm, trying to pop her shoulder out of it's socket. No permanent damage, but it would hurt like hell and her arm would be useless until popped back into place.

Olivia Foster Breath, so close. Skin touching in places, other places it was leather. Shifting. Close. Grunting. Well it sparked other ideas. But when he flipped her, she was finding herself optionless. This was it. It was coming, before she had the chance to stop it. And she muttered. "No...can't..stop.." Was she trying to warn him? He'd hear a faint buzzing, like electricity racing along her arm, before he'd pull. A scream of sheer pain came, but he hadn't even harmed her arm yet. Instead of it coming out of her from all directions, it came from that arm, not just the hand. Only a part of the energy she held, but it hurt to try not to burst. If she burst...she'd have nothing left to get away or protect herself with.

Daredevil™ He grit his teeth at the sudden release of energy, releasing her and throwing himself backwards in a rough handspring.

Olivia Foster Her arm was numb...it was completely numb. She knew that wouldn't last more than a day or two, but she pulled herself up, cradling her arm whimpering. That could have hurt him. The whole burst could have. Why didn't she use it? Why was she looking at him that way? "Damn it..."

Daredevil™ He was hurt...and she was hurt, maybe worse...maybe not. He'd bet on her worse than him, but whatever her mutant ability is, she can't keep it up forever...so she couldn't afford to waste it on innocent people to get him to come out of hiding again, if she did he would be able to beat her. Yet if he stuck around he might not be able to withstand more of those blasts. Discretion was the better part of valor, until he could recover. He didn't like it, though...letting an opponent go just wasn't his style. So he made himself scarce.

Olivia Foster "...scared....scared." But who was scared, he or she? She was shaking in a way she'd never before in all her life. Instead of really hurting him, she hurt herself to let him go. It was confusing. And she didn't like it. Maybe it was the chase and the battle she loved. She moved the opposite way, taking flight, though her home was closer than people might think

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