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Who Will Defend Us?

Manhattan
Central Park
April
1:26 pm

The portal from Limbo opened easily and without triggering the wards that warned those mystically sensitive of what was happening in the city. S'ym's erstwhile ally had seen to that. Not that S'ym trusted him further than he could throw him, but he had been truthful enough in what he could provide.

Other demons, made temporarily invisible, followed him out of the portal.

"You all know S'ym's plan," he said. "Raise hell out there. Make the humans panic. The more chaos we sow, the weaker our ally makes the barrier between dimensions. And when that happens, he says this world will belong to S'ym! And what's good for S'ym is good for all of you!"

The demons began to cheer.

S'ym puffed on his cigar. "But it's gonna take all of you doin' what we do best. Killin' folks, corruptin' this world, just like we done before. Only there ain't no X-Men here to stop us this time! No little Darkchylde to ruin things! This time... this world... will... be... OURS!"

The demons flew off, ready to raise hell.

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More feral taxi cabs started circling around the heroes.

He started to check the pouches on his legs for something useful to use on sentient and crabby taxis. Which was harder to do when the said taxis were looking at him like lunch. He never knew headlights could look so menacing without being lit up.

"I have no idea. I have dealt wit' ze dinosaurs and ze dragons, but man-eating cars are new to me." He noted he would repair the voice modulator later to make himself not sound like Pepe LePew.

Dawn held up the sword--Dragonfang--cautiously, as though to ward off the taxis. She was practically shaking. Didn't exactly make for the most confident of super-heroes.

Which she wasn't. She definitely wasn't a super-hero.

"Hope you've got something in there for stopping these things..."

A couple of the taxis reared back, then charged.

Vesper glanced sideways at the woman holding the sword like it was the Singing Sword out of that Roger Rabbit movie.

"Ze woman who cut a car in half needs me to stop zem? I theenk you overestimate me."

Things on tires were not as quiet as they thought they were. As they reared up, there was rubber squeaking. Vesper grabbed something out of his pouch and threw it at the grill of one of them. Smoke bomb. Great.

"Watch out!" Vesper dove out of the way as the possessed taxis charged.

"I'm new at this!" Dawn yelled as the taxis charged.

Reflexes took over and it seemed like something or someone else was guiding her hands as she sliced, cutting a gash in the grill of the nearest taxi.

The other taxi, the one hit with the smoke bomb, appeared to be coughing from the smoke.

They snapped and growled at the heroes.

They needed more maneuverability. These cars would have them pinned against a building soon. Or at least him.

Vesper spread his wings with a metallic sching. He was less worried about dampening the sound than trying to get out of there alive.

He held out one hand to the weird lady while his other hand pulled out a small flare gun. He fired a flare at the coughing taxi.

"Come with me if you want to attack ze vulnerable tops."

Okay, that accent was way too ridiculous to be real.

She really wanted to curl up in a ball and whimper under it was all over. But the blood was pounding in her head, and some inner voice was urging her to fight and slash and stab and...

She grabbed his hand.

Vesper wanted to fire another flare at the infernal taxi but he would have to waste time reloading. Instead, he threw the flare gun at the taxi's grill as he pulled the woman closer.

He used his silencing powers to hide the noise of the engine portion of his wings. He put it to full throttle to get the pair of them in the air. He pushed off with his legs to get them aloft and let his wing pack do the rest.

Holy shit!

Yeah, this day had gone all kinds of crazy. And it was getting harder and harder to imagine that it was just a bad dream and that she was going to wake up safe in her bed and that this whole thing with the sword and the funny Shakespeare talking voice in her head was just a dream.

As they passed over the taxis, she slashed with the sword, ripping a pair of them open.

The sword shredded the taxis, but other demonic ones snapped at them as they sailed overhead.

Vesper pulled them more aloft to be clear of the taxis. He let the metallic wings flap to hold them aloft as he adjusted his grip so his arms were around her waist. He hoped it would give her a bit more room to use her sword.

"I fly over ze taxis, you slice zem to pieces, non?"

Okay, this might be kinda cozy if not for the demonic taxis.

"Oui," she agreed, readying her sword as best she could.

The taxis reared back and snapped at them as they drew closer.

Vesper let out a long, steady breath. He could do this. Without making whoever he was holding lose her arms in the process.

He climbed a little higher into the air. Then he swooped down and around.

Dawn bit down on her lip so as not to scream in sheer blind panic, trusting in whatever seemed to be guiding her to keep guiding her.

She swung her sword, putting the strange physical power she now possessed behind the blow, cleaving more of the taxis in half.

"Look," she said, pointing with the sword. "The other ones are running scared."

Vesper looked where the swordswoman was pointing. He changed his flight path to go after them.

"We cannot let zem get away. Some of zem have people in zem."

He swooped around a light pole and over the sidewalk to come up alongside one. All while not managing to drop the woman in his arms. He deserved a really strong drink when he got home.

Dawn managed to bring her sword down, slicing it open and letting the people inside spill out. The taxi screamed in pain and tried to bite Vesper.

Once thing Vesper was due to his training was flexible. He twisted his legs out of the way of the wounded yet chomping taxi. Without dropping the swordswoman into the hole she just carved.

"Hold on," he warned through gritted teeth. He had the wings adjust and rolled them through the air away from biting cars.

Dawn let out a shriek as a taxi nearly bit her legs off.

Whoops. She might want to keep those. He stopped rolling and banked upward.

"Sorry. Step on ze top of my feet to brace your legs." This holding a swordswoman while flying was a lot more complicated than he figured. Not that he had ever planned for anything like this.

As they climbed, Vesper took a quick look to see how many possessed taxis were left.

Dawn did as he asked, trying not to hyperventilate. Because this? Was easily the scariest thing she'd ever done in her entire life.

There weren't many left. A mere two remained.

"I think... I think we're... winning?"

"Zen let's go for victory. Once zose two are taken care of, people will be safe." Vesper climbed a little higher into the air just to get the angle right. Then he swooped toward one of the taxis, holding the swordswoman as tightly as he could with tiring arms.

He could bank left after she cut that one and they could maybe get the second one.

Dawn trusted to her instincts to guide her sword arm, slicing each taxi deftly, banishing whatever forces had possessed it.

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