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Post by Matt Murdock on Dec 5, 2010 23:37:58 GMT
Daredevil leapt from rooftop to rooftop, using his grappling hook billy club when the distance was to far to bridge simply by jumping. Though he had stopped several minor muggings and other small crimes today, he had yet to encounter the villain he most wanted to meet: Spider-Man.
Every day it seemed there was another robbery or case of vandalism that Spider-Man was linked to. Usually in conjunction with some other costumed villain. It was no wonder the law had such a hard time accepting Daredevil when there were other costumed individuals who seemed to show nothing but disrespect for the law. It disgusted Daredevil.
Daredevil's radar sense suddenly detected another individual nearby. Moving along the rooftops. Quickly. His brow furrowed. Who else would be moving around at this height, besides pigeons?
Could it be this so-called Spider-Man? Daredevil had heard he moved about using some sort of synthetic webbing to swing from building to building. Yes, that was it- he could he hear the sound of the webbing shooting out, sticking to the building, and stretching as stress was applied to it. The sound of the webbing stretching sounded far worse than it probably was- no doubt it was highly stable in order to endure the weight placed upon it.
The air currents displaced by Spider-Man as he moved provided Daredevil with a mental picture of his prey. The finer details of the costume were lost on him, however, as he was truly blind. There, down and to the left. Got him.
Daredevil tracked Spider-Man's location and moved closer towards him, trying to remain undetected. His hands searched through the collection of billy clubs at his belt. Which one had the flare again? He intended to use that to attract Spider-Man's attention. He should really label these things better. What if he pulled out the flare one when he wanted to club someone in the face? He'd blow up his opponent's face and probably injure himself as well.
Wait. Stealth was the better choice anyway, he decided. He kept moving along with Spider-Man. When he was close enough, he fired his grappling hook billy club, attached the grapnel to a nearby ledge of a building and swung towards Spider-Man from behind him, intending to dislodge the villain from his webbing.
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Post by Peter Parker on Dec 6, 2010 0:02:20 GMT
It was a normal, relatively quiet night in New York, New York. Well, as quiet as a city can be; car horns blared, people shouted and swore and the area was ever alive with the faint chatter of conversation, but tonight, tonight it all seemed muted, all seemed so...insignificant. To an outsider, to one not used to the bustle of the city, it may seem as though the place is simply a cacophany of sounds, a grave of delirious, drowning noise. Still, even to the most seasoned city ear, the eldest of citizens, a distinct sound, a unique sound could be heard whispering throughout the city; the sound of a shooting web.
Casting out yet another strand of the sticky, durable substance, Parker swung to yet another building, his body oh so used to the pendullum motion he was making as he sped through the city on yet another of his nightly patrols; the proof was in the pudding, crime rates went up at night. Burglars, thiefs and muggers got cocky with the coming of darkness and that's when your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man stepped in to set 'em right.
Still, it had been a dull night, his Spider Sense seeming to take a backseat this time around as he swept the city...then, before the thought had even left his name that familiar pressure appeared in the back of his head, danger! Eyes going wide, they flashed left and right and, finding nothing, he quickly assumed that the danger was coming from behind, it was the only option left.
Breaking from his webbing, he simply twisted his body the other direction to be greeted by a pair of hard, booted feet that blasted into his solar plexus. Luckily, he had not been caught entirely off guard and he moved with the kick, letting his upper body fly backwards as he performed a backflip onto the roof he had been swinging over before being oh so rudely interrupted.
Recovering flawlessly with Olympic level skill, he landed and procceeded in performing a tight, fast roundoff so he would end up facing his opponent (hopefully!), his body tensed and ready for the next attack; obviously this was no half-baked crook nor masked pretender, it took skill to knock Spidey from his web and it took even more skill to do it whilst he was unaware. Fists curling up into two dangerous balls of fury, he watched as his attacker (who's identity he still couldn't discern due to the movement) completed his own landing. It was safe to say that Parker was half hoping the guy face planted... it'd make his night a heck of a lot easier.
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Post by Matt Murdock on Dec 6, 2010 19:40:34 GMT
Matt Murdock somersaulted as he let go of his grappling hook and landed facing the webswinger. He saw his opponent had also managed to not only land safely but on his feet as well. That was good- he would hate for Spider-Man to fall to his death. He would bring Spider-Man alive. He had sworn to Stick that he would never take a human life, and he meant to keep that vow.
Daredevil said nothing as he landed. He didn't need to say anything; Spider-Man should know his crimes. He replaced the grappling hook billy club and pulled out another one. Thumbing a switch on it caused the billy club caused it to extend into a full-length staff. Stick had seemed amused by the weapon- he had pointed out that if Matt simply took one of his bo staves, it would be more durable than a collapsible imitation.
It was durable enough for Daredevil. He began twirling the staff, then swung it at Spider-Man.
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Post by Peter Parker on Dec 8, 2010 5:56:12 GMT
Beneath his mask, both eyebrows were furrowed harshly as Spider-Man tried to figure out why he was being accosted, why he was being attacked?!? Suddenly the billy club popped out to the size of a full-fledged staff, the moonlight illuminated the outline of the figure... Daredevil! Still, no time for shock was allowed as Spidey managed to toss himself backwards performing a slick little v-twist that carried him out of danger, but only momentarily and then the swinging stick was at him again.
Forced to shoot his webbing out and using its anchor point to pull himself out of danger, Parker managed to shout, "Hey! Horn Head, might I know the reason for this friendly," Spidey was forced to duck under the next swing as his crimson-suited foe dogged his every maneuver, "Meeting?"
This leaping was getting real old, real fast. He didn't know why Daredevil was attacking him, Parker had always thought him to be a "hero" of sorts, but he wasn't about to take a beating from anybody! Catching the brunt of the next staff blow against a raised forearm, he successfully halted its descent, albeit in a painful way. Ignoring the sting, he raised his free hand, his fingers already forming that ever famous "rocker" symbol and sending a spray of sticky web fluid into his opponent's eyes, successfully blinding him. Take that! Immediately following that, the hand that had just shot web curled into a fist and launched itself towards the face of Daredevil. |
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Post by Matt Murdock on Dec 9, 2010 2:13:05 GMT
Daredevil was forced to admire the acrobatic evasions of his opponent, despite the fact that he couldn't abide the fact that he was fighting a symbol of anarchy and chaos. They moved similarly, he noted. Could Spider-Man fight as well as he could dodge, though? That was the true question on Daredevil's mind, for ducking blows did not win fights.
"You know well why I am after you!" Daredevil cried out, swinging the staff again. "You have conspired with villains such as the Green Goblin to cause terror, crime, and destruction in my home!"
A moment later, Daredevil got his answer as to how Spider-Man fought. A sticky substance covered his face. Daredevil only grinned, though. Spider-Man couldn't possibly know that his opponent was blind! Sure he would catch his opponent off-guard, Daredevil dropped the staff slightly, only to launch a fist at Spider-Man's jaw.
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Post by Peter Parker on Dec 10, 2010 3:10:00 GMT
"You know well why I am after you!"
Pause as Daredevil tries to take off Spidey's head...
"You have conspired with villains such as the Green Goblin to cause terror, crime, and destruction in my home!"
That's where it got a little fuzzy in Parker's mind, the Green Goblin, the very same who's hobby revolved around the blowing up of things; things being streets, cars, people, Spider-man. Gee, did he really give off the vibes of a person who'd hang with that creep? Maybe it was the mask, the webs... meh, no time to think about that now.
The webbing shot out and...Bingo! Right in the face! The fist was swung forward with confidence and collided with nothing but air, but, unfortunately, the same could not be said for Parker's jaw as a big, red fist popped up and landed a solid one on his jaw. Being carried forward by his own strike, Spidey find it rather hard to roll with said punch and he took most of the blow's force; not something he desired to immediately repeat.
Flipping backwards and, hopefully, out of staff and fist range, Parker realized that the rumors of Daredevil's prowess weren't to be scoffed at, it'd take some of his typical wit and own skill to outfight him. Casting his web out to the side of him, he wrapped it around a nearby metal chimney on the roof and, with a quick jerk of his hands, ripped the thing out from its former position (a fair chunk of brick also attatched) and sent it swinging towards the "Man Without Fear."
Well, if there was one thing he'd learn to fear, it was striking out at Spider-man; even if he had some misplaced, noble reason for doing it, Parker couldn't just let this fly. He'd put the masked crazy down and then clear things up with him.
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Post by Matt Murdock on Dec 11, 2010 5:15:37 GMT
Daredevil was glad that his foe didn't bother trying to deny his crimes. He had heard too many professions of innocence this week- all from criminals he had caught red-handed.
He felt a wave of satisfaction as his fist connected with Spider-Man's jaw. "I can't stand your disregard for human safety in your actions. You need to be put behind bars before you cause more harm."
Daredevil began to dodge out of the way as he sensed Spider-Man's hand move and he heard the tell-tale sound of the webbing shooting out. The web shot out and beyond him though- had he missed?
It soon appeared that he had not. Daredevil got his first real taste of how strong Spider-Man's webs could be as he "saw" bricks tear away from a chimney as Spider-Man yanked at them with his webbing. He managed to dodge the stray bricks, and tried to get out of the way of the main mass of them. He knew he would be out of the fight if Spider-Man landed a solid hit with that mass of bricks.
The mass of bricks attached to the webbing just barely hit Daredevil, clipping him on the hip. He staggered, cluthching his side. He didn't have time to worry about the pain, though.
"I'll add another charge of vandalism to your laundry list of crimes," Daredevil said with a nod at the destroyed chimney. He realized he had lost his billy club when he had been hit by the chimney. No matter- his fists and feet were weapons enough.
He charged again at Spider-Man, this time limping slightly.
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Post by Peter Parker on Dec 12, 2010 3:37:57 GMT
The bricks clipped the red suited devil and Spidey barely stopped himself from punching a triumphant fist into the air, his opponent was still standing and rearing for blood apparently.
"I'll add another charge of vandalism to your laundry list of crimes."
His opponent charged, a limp apparent in his approach; beating his partner to the punch (pun intended), Parker leapt forward, intent on releasing a light salvo of jabs directed towards his opponent's chest in an attempt to drive him back and, ultimately, release a nasty snap kick (a round kick) that would put him down for the count.
As his fists flew forward, they were, of course, accompanied by his words, "Actually, Daredevil, my laundry list is quite menial; socks, shirts, the usual!"
A smile upon his face, Parker had to admit he regretted having to put Daredevil down. Still, this was going to be one heck of a battle.
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Post by Matt Murdock on Dec 13, 2010 1:34:37 GMT
Spider-Man's attack connected. One, two, three hits. A roundhouse kick to the chest, followed by two punches to the face. Daredevil tasted blood. Daredevil shook his head- and not simply just to clear it. Who made light banter during a fight?
Daredevil recovered from the attack and approached Spider-Man warily. As he neared, he released a left-right combo to Spider-Man's face, and raised his knee to hit Spider-Man in the stomach. He knew he would have to fight smart in order to beat Spider-Man, for he appeared to be a worthy foe in hand-to-hand combat.
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Post by Peter Parker on Dec 15, 2010 22:17:00 GMT
His blows connected and the smile grew wider on Parker's face, but his trouble wasn't over yet and Daredevil came at him, attemtping to return his "favors". Silent and brooding, it didn't seem like his goading was doing any good, but that wasn't really going to stop Spidey.
Using to open palmed hands, he knocked aside both of Daredevil's punches, his voice launching out at him, "That all you got, horn head? I've seen more of a punch from drink mixes!"
Even for all his speed, his hands were a bit slow in blocking the knee that connected with his chest, driving a bit of the air out of his lungs. Ouch. Alright, maybe a little less lip and a little more action, Parker! As yet another knee collided with his midsection (though by this time his hands were up to block), 'ol webhead wasn't feeling quite so comfortable being this close to hhis horned opponent.
Lacing his fingers together, he met the next knee strike with a burst of strength, hands meeting kneecap, thrusting it down and away. Immediately after that he sent his body dropping to the ground, one leg lashing out to trip his opponent.
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Post by Matt Murdock on Dec 16, 2010 0:33:31 GMT
For a moment, Daredevil thought he had the other costumed man right where he wanted him. His knee connected repeatedly with the other man's stomach. Spider-Man blocked his next blow, though. Then he was tripped, and he felt himself falling. He was quickly back on his feet, though, cartwheeling away from Spider-Man and landing in a fighting stance once again.
"This is starting to look like it may take a while," Daredevil admitted.
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