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Heading out of the bar's doors, Clint pocketed his night's winnings with a whistle and lost the drunken slouch he had had not five minutes ago. There was either groceries or rent for another few days, easy money. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he spun on his heel to head home for the night. It was a quiet walk, most nights, and he didn't usually worry much about being bothered the half dozen blocks between bar and home. He wasn't stupid, however, he did keep both ears open as he threaded through the shadowy streets. |
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11:50pm 02/09/2013 (UTC) |
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In the meantime, Daredevil was on the prowl. He was still working out exactly how to balance costumed crusader and crusading attorney, but he'd heard enough chatter to suspect there might be something going down tonight in terms of gangland violence. And he'd be there to put a stop to it. picword: Yellow Costume 1 |
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12:23am 03/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Clint was a third of the way home, the least amount of cross traffic or good lighting when he heard the scuffs of boots behind him. Many boots and he internally groaned. If he ran for it, he'd be mincemeat, if he took a stand, he'd be swarmed. But there was a smaller alley coming up, their numbers would work against them. So he picked up the pace a bit and took a shortcut. The first guy in after him got a fist in the throat. |
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11:41pm 03/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Well, this just got a little more interesting. Daredevil didn't know who the guy was who'd just walked into the crossfire, but it looked like the thugs had bitten off more than they could chew with him. Time to make the odds even less even. He launched his grapple and swung down, knocking both feet into one of the thugs. picword: Yellow Costume 2 |
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05:57pm 04/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Clint kept a wall to one side for wiggle room, but faced off with the yelling gang punks pissed at him for hitting first. He had to be sure no one had a knife or gun on them, but they seemed content with peppering him with fists and kicks for now. A loud thump sounded behind him and a thug went flying from him. Checking his side for if he did have a sudden ally, he ended up with a hit to the jaw when he stared a bit too long. The hell? |
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09:23pm 04/09/2013 (UTC) |
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"Looks like that one's suffering the agony of de feet," Daredevil quipped, as he broke his billy cane into nunchucks. He spun them, getting some space between himself and the other gang thugs. "Any of the rest of you want to... stick around?" picword: Yellow Costume 3 |
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12:55am 05/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Oh holy hell, there was punning. Puns were happening, was he drunk enough for this. Instead he decided to keep pummeling the closest, and now suddenly terrified, thug. "You guys wanna hang around to make his point?" he asked, incredulous he actually said that in a fight. |
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10:49pm 05/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Daredevil swung his nunchucks, hitting the nearest thug, and finished him off with a punch, before flinging him at some of the others. "Really, guys, I could do this all night." One came up behind him, but he spun and kicked him hard. "Seriously. If you guys are a representative of the gangland around here, I'm not impressed." picword: Yellow Costume 1 |
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12:55am 06/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Clint let the nunchuck guy do his thing and squared off with the ones edging away from said guy in fear. Not that he could blame them, but who was he to let a chance go by. He grabbed one, threw him into the wall, and then punched him in the rebound. And he was feeling buzzed enough to be enjoying this. "Got anymore friends, boys?" |
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01:54am 07/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Whoever this guy was, he was good. Matt could smell the alcohol on his breath, but he moved like a fighter. He took another guy out with a well placed blow. "Anyone else?" picword: Yellow Costume 1 |
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08:46pm 07/09/2013 (UTC) |
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The gang member were now in a bit of a conundrum: run and lose their man cards or stay and lose their teeth. The less eager were already edging to the street while the skirmish unfolded. Clint looked down at the ones not getting up, resisting the urge to kick one. "I suppose it's agains the rules to rifle them for any loose cash, right?" |
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10:29pm 07/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Daredevil tossed his billy club, managing to bounce it off several skulls, taking down some of the runners. It returned to his hand with a perfect catch. "Probably," he said. "Can I count on you to alert the local authorities?" picword: Yellow Costume 2 |
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10:18pm 08/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Clint scoffed, as if weighing out the idea of it. "So you aren't? Yeah, yeah, I'll call." He edged around the bodies dragging them and taking their belts for make shift cuffs. "Don't want them following me home. And uh, thanks. You know for the assist." |
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10:36pm 08/09/2013 (UTC) |
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"Anytime," Daredevil said. With that, he fired the grapnel from his billy club and reeled himself skyward, tossing off a small salute as he left. picword: Yellow Costume 3 |
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11:03pm 08/09/2013 (UTC) |
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Clint watched the guy fly off into the night, no kidding. "This will keep me from drinking for a few days," he mused and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Shaking himself over, he headed back into the streets to get home. |
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11:38am 23/10/2013 (UTC) |
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