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You shrugged off that feeling of foreboding from before, fired a webline at his board once more and pulled yourself towards him. As soon as you were out of the smokescreen, you had your Hidden Guns loaded and at the ready.
In the few seconds that it took you to cross the distance between you and the vigilante, you managed to fire off about a dozen shots at what you thought were the board’s weakest points. Each and every time, they just pinged off in random directions, and you made a silent promise to yourself to invest in some sort of armor piercing projectile in the future.
Fortunately for you, your opponent didn’t have the presence of mind to cut the tether this time. This might have been due to the fact that he was expecting you to shoot at him instead of his board. You witnessed further evidence of this when he positioned his arms to protect his vitals. It was because of these reasons that he was unable to effectively shake you off or evade your next attack. You were going to make sure that he regretted it.
As soon as you were close enough, you placed both hands on the board and activated your Explosive Mark. You would’ve tried covering the entire surface of it, but your opponent apparently noticed that you were up to something, because at that very moment, he kicked the turbo boosters up another notch. The resulting engine flare up had enough force to knock you off, and you were more than eager to be away from the thing. This suit wasn’t nearly as fireproof as your normal one, and you weren’t trying to damage it as badly as your other ones.
As you fell, you gazed upwards at the vigilante, grinning in grim satisfaction as smoke began to rise from the back of his board. And before he even had a chance to react, the rear engine exploded on the underside of the board!
In a trail of smoke, the vigilante made his uncontrolled descent back towards the ground, swerving, diving and rising at random intervals.
“And good riddance.” you said, shaking your fist at his back, before lazily turning to face the ground, which was quickly approaching.
Now all you had to do was get back to the bank and-
Your spider sense suddenly flared up, and you whirled around to meet your assailant!
Too late. The sound of whooshing air had filled your ears, making you unable to hear the approach of a sputtering engine.
The vigilante slammed into your back, barreling forward on a wild charge that he likely didn’t have too much control over. But judging by the way he was wrapping his arms around you, there was no mistaking his intent.
Seeing the rooftop that he was currently steering you towards, you gripped his forearms hard. Hard enough that you could feel the metal gauntlets being slowly crushed under your hands. When <span class="mu-i">his</span> grip tightened in response, you decided to try a different tactic by using your Mark to superheat the sturdy material.
(Cont.)
