Ravela dropped in through the same hole in the roof as the roof jumper she had been stalking for a while once she heard the first explosion from inside the building. She bought some fitting leather gloves and more appropriate clothing in another store to complete her get-up.

The building was massive, but from up high in the steel beam construction holding the roof. She got the gist of the situation. Swaddy man loading trucks that had not the slightest relation with the cement produced in this factory ran away from the man she had been following.

Ravela watched as the man clapped his hands, and the moment he pulled back his hands, an explosion erupted from them. She was impressed by his sheer brutality.

He began to demolish, no, annihilate the product and the trucks and anyone who got in his way. Ravela hurried to a spot above the man. While criminals were not the finest people, murdering them outright when one had powers so far beyond them seemed just wrong.

The man showed no regard for the other worker in the factory. While he wasn’t targeting them directly, it was clear that he cares not if an innocent worker got killed in his rampage.

Before Ravela could pounce down in a surprise attack, a steady stream of attackers began rolling into the factory. While some were knocked back when the man clapped his hands, they didn’t outright die. The guys that met the man with the explosive hands first didn’t have that luxury. The charred, mangled, and burned corpses laying about everywhere spoke volumes about the man’s deadly capabilities.

Some got burns on their skin, and some got flung every which way, but more and more men came. The man stopped clapping his hand and began fighting them hand to hand.

To Ravela’s surprise, he was nimble, and his movement spoke volumes about the man and his experience in actual life and death hand-to-hand combat. The bar fighting and bare-knuckle skills of the goons were no match for him. When three men managed to seriously get him into a tight corner, he showed his resourcefulness and versatility by snapping his fingers instead of clapping. The explosions, while smaller, flung his attackers out of the way.

Ravela was on neither side here, but she didn’t just want to watch this fight. She chose to pick the side of the crazy vigilante for now. Jumping down when one of the goons managed to get in ‘Bomber’s’ back with a raised fist. She struck the sneaky rat down in one blow.

The goon was out cold, and for a moment, the battle came to a standstill as the others were startled by their foe receiving reinforcements while the Bomber, she had dubbed him fittingly, turned to check who just came up behind him.

Ravela locked eyes with the man for a split-second before the Bomber decided to ignore her intrusion. But then he tried to snap his finger down at the unconscious man to Ravela’s feet and only thanks to her quick reaction the following explosion did not hit the helpless man. The Bomber went on an all-out attack, and the goons struggled not to end up in the spreading fire.

Looking down at the unconscious man that she had just saved from getting mercilessly murdered after having knocked him out moments prior, Ravela felt conflicted.

Ravela leisurely began to slap a few of the henchmen around, when a known face came into view. Morbolfr Krone strolled into the battle relaxed and with a measuring look on his face. Keeping his distance he chose to walk upstairs first to gain an advantage in height.

Ravela noticed that the henchmen while enhanced were not all of the same durability or strength as herself or the Bomber.

She held one of the weaker men by the neck and dragged him toward the unconscious man. The man had a broken nose and his green yellow tattoos were kinda vanishing under the various shades of green, blue, and swelling.

Ravela dropped the man, and he kinda slumped down to the floor. “Listen.” She spoke to him calmly.

The guy looked up, defeated.

“You’re out of this fight. Take that man and get him out of here before you both end up dead in this.”

There was distrust in the one eye not yet swollen shut, but then he nodded once and took care of his man.

Ravela jumped back into the fight. Her current goal was preventing the Bomber from murking any more goons while not ending up in a fight with the man.

Some of the Swaddy bruisers already appeared, decidedly exhausted and bloodied. Some had burns that took them out of the fight. They fled for the exit supporting one another, at least those too weak to stay in the fight. Ravela noticed that the Bomber attempted to finish off any man he could. The goons were lucky they had their superpowers because Ravela had no doubt the man was not here to take prisoners.

Morbolfr had reached a spot above the Bomber, much like Ravela had before. She was impressed with his choice of position and entry to the battle, but she would ruin his entrance.

He simply walked off the edge two axes raise above his head. Ravela jumped to intercept him. She didn’t hold back her attack expecting him to be superpowered just like the man he decided to join in the battle.

She kicked him while he was mid-fall. Her leg crashed into his side roughly at the height of the navel. He got spun out of the way, but Ravela had not a split-second to feel triumphant about it as the saw another person fly fist-first toward her. That person had aimed for Morbolfr as well, but Ravela now got a punch stomach. She wasn’t fast enough to put up a barrier, and she had no time to regret that as she suddenly sped in a different direction from her jump.

The air fled from her lungs, and in the next moment, she felt herself going through a wall. She ended up on the floor in some kind of changing room. Coughing profusely trying to regain proper breathing. The pain of the punch momentarily overloaded her senses.

After a few seconds, her lungs did their scheduled jobs once again. “That… hurt,” Ravela said angrily. Layering barriers around herself just in case that attack was meant for her. She had been reckless enough for one day. She had even fully seen the attacker, but that person was probably the most dangerous power-wise besides the Bomber.

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Sticking her head through the hole in the wall she made moments prior, Ravela observed the open hall. The battle was still raging, and she scanned the room for the person that had just put her through the same hole.

The lines of the goons thinned out further by the second as the Bomber had found his rhythm and was almost dancing to his own tune now.

Ravela realized that somewhere in this factory hall, there was a radio blaring music over the chaos like it had no other care in the world. A song that was popular with factory workers came on and Ravela started laughing because of the entire absurd situation.

This had devolved into a total mess.

Then she saw up in the roof constructions a shadow flying from one steel beam to the next. ‘Flying? No, that is impossible. She wouldn’t be that reckl-’ “Oh, god damn it” Ravela cursed as she saw the shoes of the person floating about. The smoke began to accumulate under the roof and it became harder to see for Ravela, so she assumed Safora had a hard time seeing and breathing up there.

Ravela jumped up into the steel beams. Focusing on the teenager taking in all the chaos and carnage. She noticed Ravela walking up to her at the last moment, and got in a fighting stance. Pulling off her mask she pointed at the poorly masked teenager whose eyes grew big.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW! Tomorrow morning at the main gate of the school district at 8 am. Is Laena here?”

Safora shook her head sheepishly. Ravela pointed a hole in the side wall and put her mask back on. “Bring her along too. GO!”

Jumping back down she no longer saw the Bomber but didn’t spot him. The goons were still there, and so was Morbolfr. They didn’t look so good, except for Morbolfr who had managed to remain unscorched through his fight with the Bomber.

Ravela saw a bit of blood on one of the axes and realized that the Bomber must have retreated after getting cut by them. She didn’t suffer such insecurities and threw herself into the crowd. Most of those still able to fight tapped out once she began to hit spinning kicks with both feet on a different goon. The Bomber had completely exhausted them, and her barrage broke their remaining resolve.

Morbolfr suddenly stood alone in a burning factory with Ravela. She enjoyed the sour look on his face and started laughing because the workers’ song still jingled over the roaring flames.

She motioned at Morbolfr Krone to come and get some, and to his credit, he put up his axes and readied himself.

Ravela tried to sweep the man’s feet with a kick, but he jumped over her with the strength she hadn’t suspected until this fateful encounter. Ducking one of his axes’ swings, Ravela grabbed onto the second swing, and with a bit of help from her strength together with her telekinesis she completely arrested it and Morbolfr’s arm in place.

When he raised the other axe she punched at the wrist which led to him letting go of the axes. The straps stopped it from being flung away though. If she didn’t hate this man’s guts she would admire his resourcefulness.

Her hand punched the side of Morbolfr’s throat on its way down, but not with everything she had. It was enough to make the man gasp for air and cough. Then he surprised her without losing a beat ram his straight for her nose. The force with which he brought his head forward shook her shield and put her on her ass, but didn’t harm her. Morbolfr groaned but didn’t quit the fight

The next actions all happened in an instant as Ravela knew he would attack immediately, and didn’t want to find out if those axes could cut her too. His now free hand came down with the axe whistling from the swing. The melody was beautiful. Ravela rolled off backward and away from the man’s swing, by throwing her legs up with force. That kick forced the Swaddy man to turn his head slightly out of the way. Her hands went into position beside her head the moment her upper body lifted following her legs in the direction of her kick. While the enraged man tried to track her with the swing, her roll into that position with the following forceful pushing of her hands brought her out of reach just in time to see the axe stop before smashing into the concrete.

Morbolfr gave her a look of appreciation and recognition.

He took the chance to talk. With just the two of them here he seemed to feel safe enough to converse. Even amid the raging fire, spreading in the factory.

“So the Carthaginians got their own enforcers with powers now? Do you work with that sicko too? ” He asked then shaking his head. “No, no you stayed when he ran away. So why don’t you take word back to your masters, I’m coming for them. Nothing will stop me. We gonna hang them on the lamp posts right out of the police station. They can’t hide from us. They’ll die like dogs.”

Ravela decided to not lie to the man and measure his reaction with the answer. “Go deliver your own mail, wolf.”

Morbolfr let out hoarse laughter that came from deep within him and rushed forward, and Ravela decide to stick with dodging and kicking the man wherever possible to maximize her reach. “No matter, WE WILL SKIN you all alive. This is OUR LAND! You will learn that very shortly!”

In time Morbolfr managed to adapt somewhat to her kicks to keep him at a distance. Ravela realized this when a double-handed swing slipped past her throat shattering her shield. Her survival instincts took over instantly. Ravela went for a drop-kick which used all her physical strength and just a hair of her telekinetic force.

The eyes of the blonde man bulged from the impact. He was catapulted off. Ravela saw him fly straight toward a stack of packed bags. The mist of fine particles that exploded out from the impact caught fire and exploded with impressive force. She shielded herself again, but this time stronger and tossed away the notion of Morbolfr not being a danger to her. The gloves would have to come off.

Ravela thought she had killed Morbolfr Krone until amid the flame the man stood back up. His white suit shirt was gone and his pants were burning and in tethers. ‘What a man!’ Ravela thought, starting to grin.

He ran out of the flames with a wild look in his eyes. It didn’t help that parts of him were on fire. Morbolfr was a formidably built man, his suit hid that quite well. Ravela picked up a pipe that lay around, to better defend herself from the raging berserker.

The fight continued as the factory began to crumble even further. Their battle stopped for a moment when a chunk from the roof fell beside them, and both got distracted. She turned around and Morbolfr was gone.

Ravela was surprised to find that the man knew when to cut his losses.

Looking around she spotted him halfway to one of the remaining trucks. Ravela decided she’d let him escape, but broke off a shard of metal from her broken pipe. She flung it precisely at the strap of his right hand where his axe dangled loosely.

The piece of metal zipped through the leather without effort and Ravela pulled the axe into her hand with her powers. Morbolfr had reached the door. At first, he had a mad grin on his face, but then he saw the axe in Ravela’s hand and his demeanor changed.

He walked back her way. This axe was something he would fight for, Ravela thought. In the next second a steel beam crashed down between them. Both looked down and the massive projectile then back at each other.

Morbolfr backing off toward the truck again told her that his convictions and ego had the very rational limit of self-preservation.

The singer on the radio stopped as his song had ended. Ravela could hear the whistling of the musicians that accompanied the music so far. It felt like a good end to this song. Ravela watched as Morbolfr Krone jumped in the truck and drove it out through a garage door.

Ravela, too, concluded that watching the man run for his life wasn’t as important as making it out of there before she got buried. Someone groaned beside her on the ground. A stunned Ravela looked to her side and saw one of the goons stuck between two heavy pieces of machinery that had tipped over. He was barely stopping it from crushing him outright.

She hesitated. Had she not known him there she could have just left. Condemning someone to die in a burning building stuck and helpless, however, wasn’t quite to her liking. Ravela couldn’t leave the man behind, but she had to hurry.

She used a lot of energy and effort to tip the machine back away from the man. He collapsed to the ground coughing. Ravela picked him up.

Jumping out of the same hole she had sent Safora out of, Ravela made her escape. Once she made it out she dropped the man off on the ground. Before leaving she decided to give him another piece of her mind.

She kicked the man in the stomach and said. “Just so we’re clear, what I do think of you despite saving your ass.” Ravela jumped back up to a different factory roof and was on her way.

Over the roofs, she made it back to her shopping bag with her loot. Changing the burned clothes for her suit and putting the axe into the bag as well. Switching Ramiel’s ring for Michael’s ring, she returned to her motel avoiding the police, mafia, and reporter swarming towards the crime scene.

The roofs were terrific and accommodating. No traffic up on the tiles and chimneys. No stop-and-go, no traffic lights, and best of all, as far as Ravela, no nosey eyes.

She was on the lookout for the Bomber or maybe Safora still hanging back trying to confront her. Thankfully, Safora seemed to have listened properly for once.

Ravela was thankful that today was just the start of her weekend. Her guts hurt from the punch she had tanked from Safora. She hadn’t been ready. Not shielding herself had been a mistake, and it hadn’t been the first time. But the next time she threw herself into the fray wouldn’t be unshielded.

Reaching the motel, she got back in through the side window. Just the way she had snuck away from her ever-present observers.