There's a feeling of dread that keeps trying to claw at Matt's heart the closer he gets to this fleeing target. Daredevil, leaping from building to building as if gravity can hardly touch him, and as the space between him and this villain closes in so does the fear.
He doesn't have time to dissect it, to understand where it comes from or why. Like any terror he has ever felt it is swallowed down, forced into the cage of his ribs and buried under his thundering heart.
Maybe it has something to do with whatever is powering his target, like the residue of energy that it takes to rip through time and space, and that's about as much logic as Matt can give it before he has to focus on the fact that this man is about to use the stolen tech to power himself up.
At some point it's clear the other is unable to keep running. His power is too low, his body can't handle it the way Matt's can, and to install that missing piece to the puzzle of his power means he has to stop.
"It's OVER, you don't have to do this," he says as he corners the man on the top of a six-story walk-up near Washington Heights.
And then the idiot, perhaps gripped by that same intense and rising dread, looks behind himself at the street and turns like he's going to make a leap when suddenly Matt's split baton is tossed, the cable lassoing the man by the ankles and tripping him up...
Just when the world seems to crack in two and the burst of some kind of cosmic energy slams into Matt, knocking him back two feet and sending his senses reeling.
His grip on his baton slips.
"What the hell--" and the man tied up has been shoved to the edge of the building and is teetering dangerously over the side.
"Shit!"
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