‷Panda Hero. (ᵃᵖ)

She knew what she was getting into when she intercepted a Talon transmission. She knew they’d realize someone outside of their ranks managed to capture their recording and now they’ll be hunting for her. Sun-hee was in over her head yet she wanted to do this. She wanted to take down Talon personally. If Overwatch couldn’t do it then she will. She stood for justice and she will be the one to receive that recognition.

The Panda Hero was dangerously close to Talon borders now, she tried her best to sneak around but she supposed she wasn’t quiet enough, seeing as she was faced with the infamous wraith that worked for the group.

“I ain’t ‘bout to take the blame fer this fight. I gave ya ample time to turn tail.” He replied smartly before changing his stance, digging his foot into the sand. Sand was more than effective of blinding someone not ready for whatever dirty fighting a bounty hunter had to offer, him not being that someone. Instead, Jesse took the opportunity to get even more space between them. He was quick, he could dodge many things long or short range, but he lacked actual uniform hand-to-hand combat.

Being able to boast about being the best also included being able to know ones own weaknesses.

Jesse squinted his eyes as he took aim, figuring a shot to the lower leg would get the situation back under control.

As she kicked up sand, she managed to created enough of a storm to where she straight slid. Right towards Jesse. With her speed could take out his ankles with her sheer force. That was the plan, coming a sudden small target.

She sped around and dropped down rather immediately, the sheer motion keeping her traveling right towards him, with her bat raised, she can at least take out his shins if she doesn’t land a hit.

As quick as a whip and just as fast, a gunshot rang out, bouncing the miniature bat back toward it’s owner. It dug its way into the sand from the force of the bullet. Wheather or not the bat had actually broke from the contact was no concern of the armed cowboy. The gun that managed to slide into his grip in half a second wasn’t raised toward the woman, but it could at any moment.

“I dodge when ya throw a real threat at me.” The friendliness had all but dropped from his voice, but his demeanor hadn’t changed. Somehow a cocky kid with stoic grin still showed through even with a still smoking gun in his grip.

“I don’t like repeatin’ m’self, Ma’am. Git lost n’ we both can walk away without a scratch.”

“I ain’t no easy pickin’s fer some washed up ‘hero’. I ain’t those fellas that was dumb enough to git caught. I’m better than ‘good’ at m’job and yer gonna find out just what I do if ya take another step toward me. I don’t much make empty threats to strangers.”

The gunshot was impressive, cracking her neck slightly she crouched down and picked up the bat that was burried beneath course sand. Clicking against the side of it’s grip once more, the bat turned into it’s normal size, not a dent in it’s metal exterior. This kid was quick, she had to admit, but she can be quicker. This wasn’t her first time dealing with a kid with a gun and she’s met oh so many people who claim to be ‘good at their jobs’. She’ll have to think this through there. Mark out every place she can use to an advantage due to her disadvantage. The Deadlock gang are stationed here, meaning they’d know the terrain better than she could. But she was a stubborn woman.

❝ Fast gun, sly remarks. What are ya, Clint Eastwood? I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I don’t take orders from a child. I ain’t no hero kid, there’s the one thing you got wrong. I don’t care about heroism so much as I care about getting rid of pests like you. People who think they’re hot shit and don’t care about what they’re doing to the world. ❞

❝ You may be fast but don’t underestimate someone, that’d be your next mistake. ❞

Clicking the bottom of the grip, spikes jutted out from around the bat. It was quaint compared to a gun, but she knew how to use it, and this wasn’t an ordinary bat either.

❝ I meant it when I said I wasn’t about to turn in a kid, but if a small fight will make y’feel better then let’s tussle. ❞

The sudden change in body language raised red flags all over this situation. She was trying to play nice?

“How thoughtful, but no thanks. Y’ain’t™ the first t’give me that offer and y’ain’t™ gonna be the last neither.” He dug his hands into his pockets, his grin never changing.

“And I don’t really see a reason to answer no more of yer questions. Y’aint™ gonna haul me off t’jail and if ya somehow got that far, I ain’t stayin’ there for long. Now how ‘bout ya run off t’bother someone more yer league, Ma’am.” 

❝ You must think you’re pretty fucking slick then huh? I’ve met kids like you before. Some egotistic fucks who think they’re hot shit until they’ve met their match. I ain’t saying I’ll be the one to take you out, but, ah, I’m gonna be the one to take you out. Now you see, I’ve brought in about twenty-twenty five sad fucks this week, and took out maybe, I don’t know, fourteen? This has been my cleanest week so far. ❞

She took a step forward, holding the miniature bat in her palm. Despite it’s small size it still functioned like a regular bat. Or rather, the way she made it. Brushing along the side of it’s small grip, she activated the volts of electricity that rendered it to be a powerful taser.

❝ If you’re so quick with a gun, then how quick are you at dodging? Just curious. ❞

Jak would have to thank Catherine for this later. A short gig at this mechanic store until the next mission came in, and he got to keep the profits? Sure, the guy who ran the place was a little creepy, but he knew quality when he saw it, and Jak was all about quality. At least, that’s what he’d have you believe.

Polishing off his partner in crime, Shelly, a ridiculously recognizable and overly decorated motorcycle, Jak stood back, his hands on his hips, smirking with pride at his work. He definitely looked the part of a mechanic now, jumpsuit and cap equipped, both covered in oil stains. And then she came up.

❝Well, th’fancy sign up there ain’t just ‘ere t’look pretty. But ayup, welcome t’Big Joe’s Auto and Mechanics Store. I’m not Big Joe, but I’ll be helpin’ ya ‘nyway.❞

❝ Oh- okay cool. Yeah. Uh. You see this bat? See how it’s sparkin’? My bat is specially designed by myself and is quite peculiar you see. The little holes at the top? Retractable spikes to make this thing nailed as hell. Little tiles able to fold into itself and make this bat become a mini phone charm if I need to hide it. But that’s not what’s broken. There’s a special feature in it that can cause it to taze people and I- sort of broke it. However I wasn’t exactly the one to make it, my friend did it for me and I can’t really get a hold on her right now. This bat was a joint effort. But uh- can you figure out how to fix it? This thing could short itself out and go ballistic if I don’t take care of these sparks. ❞

She quickly relaxed, knowing that her bat could be saved if the other knew what he was doing. The bike threw her off a bit- it looked vaguely familiar from something she’s seen once. But she couldn’t recall. Probably some motorcycle show she drove by once. Yeah, probably.

Strangling as he was, he started to get used to the feeling of being followed and cornered. However, cornered was being used as loosely as it could be. The gorge hid a number of different pathways and shortcuts that anyone who grew up there knew them like the back of their hands. He was no different. 

Regardless, the cowboy slowly turned around, facing this so called ‘woman of justice’ with a lop sided grin.

“Don’t ‘cha think it’s kinda rude to greet a stranger like that, Missy?” Jesse hummed a bit as he looked her over, eyeing the bat openly. There was still some rather comfortable space between so he didn’t bother to hover his hand over his gun. He’s had enough practice in quick drawing to be labeled a professional.

“And to answer yer question, everybody gotta’s make a livin’. Someone who turns in people should understand that much.”

Her grin only widened more as she swung the bat onto her shoulder. What a cheeky answer. She should of expected that much. Normally she’d go all in with all her might to take someone out and turn them in but she knew being cautious was better- Deadlock members were gunslingers by heart and they could probably shoot an apple off her head from a mile away. She couldn’t gamble something like this.

❝ How cheeky. Shouldn’t have expected more than that. Tell me kid, how did you get into Deadlock anyways? I didn’t know they picked up kids. If your answer is good enough I’ll buy you a drink, how’s that sound? I’m a lady of justice but it doesn’t feel right beating up a kid. ❞

Pushing against the handle slightly, the bat started to break down and compact itself into a small version, like a little key chain. She tried to appear as least threatening as possible. Gaining just a little bit of trust is all she needs. Once his guard was down she’d take him out and take him to the nearest police station.

❝ What d’you think would win. A bat or a gun? Now, think about this carefully because it’s most definitely a trick question. ❞

Deadlock was notorious for it’s gang that operated within it’s gorge. She knew everything there was to know. The illegal gun trades were the biggest thing they were known for and as a woman of justice, she won’t stand for that. She was lucky to find a straggler out in the open like this but on the other hand he had a gun. She had to think this carefully. She could taze him, that was always an option that she can do. Her metal bat packs quite a bunch and due to the mechanisms being within the metal exterior, nobody would tell that it was a taser until they get hit with it.

This had to be the guy. This HAD to be. From what she managed to find out, there was a mechanic nearby her that could fix her bat. On first glance it seemed like an ordinary metal bat but really, it had a lot of inner workings that made it a taser. It could also spawn spikes like a nailed bat too.

She had to cautious though. She’s heard rumors that he might be working with The Network. A lot people are nowadays. Damn these black moraled asshats. They’re the reason why the world is thrown into chaos. Why Omnics are back to destroy us, and why she can never get a discount at Dairy Queen.