nextgenerationmarvel | The Hit(men) Just Keep Coming

It took a bit of scouting to find a rooftop with the right vantage point for the job he was employed for. One Marcelo Alencar da Silva had a big price on his head. Bullseye meant to collect on it. He had been contacted by Assassin Nation after one of the regular stable of killers failed.

The man dressed mostly in red wasn't the first one to have this moniker, but he planned on doing better than his predecessor. He set up his rifle on a rooftop a half mile away from the mark's penthouse apartment. Bullseye sniffed at the hot New York City air as he sighted the killzone. There were very soft metallic clinks beneath his flowing red overcoat.

He had strict instructions to leave the mark's wife unharmed. As she was a mutant, Bullseye figured distance would be the best buffer he could use when he blew da Silva's brains out. It gave him a chance to prepare at worst or the time to disappear at best.

He chambered his specially designed cartridge. Bullseye looked down his telescopic sight and waited. The happy newlywed should show up soon. The assassin had seen the mark's wife pass by the killzone not too long ago.

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Bullseye cursed at the knife bouncing off the hero's eye. Outside of disrupting his plans, this could be a boon. If he could kill a costumed hero, that would get him a more deadly reputation.

Though he kept moving to avoid the blast of whatever that send his sniper rifle over the edge of the building. He reached inside his coat again to grab knives for an in-close battle. He let Vesper close in.

As he got real close, Vesper cocked his right hand toward the outside. He was hoping for a sonic blast to send the now knife-wielding assassin to his knees. What he got was a misfire. A very loud one at that.

If Vesper didn't have hearing protection, that would have hurt. As it was, he leapt at the assassin.

The assassin was not ready for the sonic assault. He screamed in pain and dropped one of the knives in his hand. The other knife's hilt was pressed against his ear as he staggered away.

He swiped wildly at the air with his knife to keep the costumed do-gooder back. Bullseye needed to overcome the ringing in his ears quickly.

His leap turned into a dodging dive. Vesper was limber enough to roll into his feet. He turned on his heel and pursued the flailing assassin. He needed to push his advantage as he tried to load some pellets into his right hand bracer.

Once he got over the initial shock of being deafened, Bullseye darted around a solar panel. He shook his head and sucked in a breath. He might have lost one of his senses, but he still had three usable ones.

He grabbed another knife from under his coat. He backed away from the corner. His eyes darted back and forth from the corner of the panel to the top of it.

Bullseye prepped the just grabbed throwing knife for a throw.

A couple pellets got into the chamber. He might of spilled a couple more on the ground. He wasn't paying too close of attention to the little green balls.

He considered going over the solar panel, but that would just waste time. He didn't want the assassin to get away. Vesper was a little tired of killers coming after him.

The bat-suited vigilante sped around the corner of the massive panel with his right arm read to fire knock-out gas pellets.

He flicked his gaze back down and saw the man bat coming around the corner. His opponent's arm was aimed at him.

Bullseye threw a knife for where he knew it was fleshy. Maybe he'd take some teeth out or sheath it in man's cheek. He didn't really care.

After he threw the knife he moved toward the edge of the roof.

He had a choice. Either fire off the knock-out pellets or protect his face. He went for the latter. Vesper raised his right arm to protect his face. The knife hit the bracer.

He cursed at the hiss of air. The knife had hit a section of the tubing that was vulnerable. The loaded knock out pellets were now useless.

He brought his arm down and charged at the assassin. He turned his running strides into a ground eating ginga to power a au sem mao.

The assassin turned around at the edge to find his interupter chasing him. He pulled out a karambit to have a knife in each hand. He was going to find a weakness on this hero. The idea of killing the interloper was getting tempting the longer he had to face the man bat.

The weird run turned into a powerful aerial kick. Bullseye ducked and slashed. His knives skittered across Vesper's legs.

"Taking the fun out of this being all armored, ain'tcha?"

He tried to stay in close to test Vesper's defenses and keep those devastating kicks from being launched.

His fighting style was different than when he was out of his Vesper gear. Or even different from his previous set of Vesper gear. He knew that. He was relying on the protection he had built in.

He blocked any knife swipes heading toward his face and tried to get some punches in. Block the curved knife coming in from the right with one hand while the other punched at the man's ribs.

Bullseye grunted when the punch hit his ribs. There might have been a cracking sound. He wasn't sure.

"Not much of a talker," he noted with a slight wheeze.

He redoubled his dual knife attacks. The assassin swiped his straight knife toward the exposed skin. He sent his karambit lower and toward the inside.

Vesper should have been using some of his martial arts more. Though running into yet another assassin, there was a bone-weariness to this confrontation. He was tired of this. Tired of being attacked because he wouldn't walk away from the love of his life.

He grit his teeth. He wanted to swing another punch into those ribs, but he had to block a knife coming for his nostril.

He grabbed for the other hand coming with a knife. He grabbed the coat's sleeve instead of the wrist he was aiming for. It was hard to break the wrist having a hold of fabric.

Thankfully, the sleeves of his trench were large enough Bullseye still had some mobility with his hand. He scraped the karambit's point down Vesper's side.

As he was using the other knife to try to stab the hand holding his sleeve, Bullseye's keen eyes caught sight of a small imperfection revealed by his karambit swipe. Armor plating not quite tightly knit together like it should be.

A maniac grin spread on his face.

That grin did not hearten Vesper one bit. He tried a right cross to knock it off the assassin's face. The motion would also move whatever he was staring at away from him.

As he swung the punch, he yanked forward on the sleeve to try to throw the assassin off-balance.

He went with the yank on his sleeve. It did put his head in a more dangerous territory, but it would move him into a better position to move in.

The cross connected solidly and rocked his head. Bullseye staggered around as he cut his own sleeve instead of Vesper's hand.

Bullseye growled. His head was spinning, but he had an idea of where the hero was in comparison to him. He launched himself at Vesper.

It wasn't a long distance, but the closeness would allow him just enough reach to shove one of his knives at the vulnerable spot.

He tried to reroute the attack. Vesper knew the assassin saw something. He let go of the sleeve to grab the man's wrist.

He did achieve it, but his next move stopped when he felt a knife plunge into his side.

Vesper screamed in pain. Not that he allowed the assassin to hear it. A silence bubble went up to cover that sound. And to silence the litany of Portuguese cussing he gave.

He put his right hand up by Bullseye's head. He cocked his hand. This time the concussive sonic blast fired.

Bullseye's laugh of victory was cut short. He knew the knife had slid in. He was going to yank it down and out.

Was, but then someone blew a foghorn right next to his head.

The blast lifted the assassin off his feet and over the edge of the roof.

Maybe retreating this way hadn't been the best of ideas...

The Hit(men) Just Keep Coming

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