Rival superheroes - Argella x Orys
She was always one fucking step ahead of him, and god it pissed him off, but he didn't want it to come to this. Let the people of Storm City flourish from the fact they had two superheroes protecting them from evildoers and ne'er-do-wells, don't make them pick, for fuck's sake.
But they had picked, and, it seemed, they'd picked him. And when he parks his sky-copter in the middle of Pride Park, there she is, chained and gagged and struggling, her super suit shredded so that he could see parts of her--he rounds on the chief of police.
"What's this?" he demands, gesturing at her.
"We thought it'd be best to take her into custody. You can do with her what you think is right," smiles Chief Massey.
"Massey, you fucking idiot. She's not the problem," he growls. Massey's face falls slightly.
"Of course she is!" he says, "You're always fighting her."
"There's a difference between arguing and fighting. She's not a master criminal. She's trying to help too. Now I'm not surprised Storm City has a crime problem, given that you can't even recognize good from evil."
He turns on his heel and unclasps his cloak, swinging it around Lady Storm's shoulders. Then he fiddles in his utility belt and finds his mini-blow torch so that he can blast away the cuffs at her wrist.
"Stay very still," he says, looking her dead in the eye and god--he'd never noticed just how blue they were.
