9996/Come to Blows

Come to Blows
Date of Scene:	11 November 2019
Location:	The Narrows, Burnley
Synopsis:	Drake runs across June competing in an underground fighting ring.
Cast of Characters:	June Connor, Slipstream

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June Connor has posed:
    The Narrows is never a really ideal place to be. With the current underworld civil war, the coventry murders, and the death of the Batman, it's probably an even less safe place than it is usually. Cops don't patrol here as well, and so activities like tonight's often go unnoticed by the police.

    It's a horribly kept secret that there is a fighting club in the area. If you want to make money, you can put your name in. There's no title holders, there's no preference, only that the contenders have to all be human. This is an old fashioned type of place for a rough and tumble fight. Tonight is fight night, as well. So people have started to make their way into the old Thai restaurant, though it is really just the pass through to get to a lower unit that's locked from the outside. An empty floor of this part of the building, it looks like someone started to rennovate it, but it never really got finished, left incomplete after the walls were stripped. Bare brick, exposed rafters, and metal primarey supports show where rooms could be placed, but for now, it's just an open space, filled with about forty people. One stands on a box, pointing out to those who are raising their hands as they get ready for the next fight.

Slipstream has posed:
Horribly kept secrets are the best kind of secrets. With Drake working the streets of Gotham on the downlow, he has made his way to this Thai joint from a different angle. There is a small glow from the left ring finger of the Legionnaire's hand as he floats through the sky and touches down on the roof, followed by finding a way through the top via a hatch to the rafters. He is dressed in his black pants, a solid black shirt and an Overwatch bomber jacket. Snowball is on his shoulder in a harness in 'low power mode' so not to give off any bright lights.

As his eyes scan the floor below, he takes his phone out to snap a few pictures of those gathered here, using the lens to zoom in. Surely he will pick up a few familiar faces for the database on the Cruiser to research and track down those who are terrorizing the streets.

June Connor has posed:
    A number of lower ranking gang members from around the town are here, probably a good way to get info on what's happening in the city without asking someone smart enough to realize what's happening. Then, there's one young woman who sticks out a little more than usual. Hands slap her on the shoulders, one on the rear as she enters the ring. A pair of black compression shorts and a black spandex top that has half sleeves are her fighting outfit, along with an old pair of gray sneakers. Her piercings are taken out, save for the gauges in her ears. She doesn't seem forced, though. She shakes her shoulders out, waggling her fingers as her opponent comes in from the opposite side of the crowd created ring. Her foe is quite a bit larger, jeans and no shirt, revealing a rather well stacked physical appearance. Not exactly a fair fight.

Slipstream has posed:
There is an internal groan as Drake spots the familiar young woman that has taken the floor for a rumble. His eyes track her, then looks over towards the bulky man. Furrowing his brows with a tight frown, he leans forward a bit more as he keeps himself parked on the rafters, like a dark shadow in the ceilings.

Reaching up, he taps the side of his visor that he snuck out of the cruiser as it starts recording and calculating the multiple bodies and odds. If anything, at least he will have a hell of a data set to pour through when he gets back on the ship. Well, or Brainy will. Let the nerd do this type of work. He lives for it.

June Connor has posed:
    Whatever the odds, a cowbell is struck, and the large man comes out swinging. June ducks the punch, spinning around and giving a roundhouse to his ribs. It knocks him a little to the side, but the size difference makes it clear that regardless of her ninjitsu skill, he will still be at an advantage. He swings and misses again, and June this time jumps up for a double kick, knocking him forward and off his feet.

    The man sprawls face first, and June leaps up on top of him, wrapping an arm around his neck and locking it in place for a choke hold. So far, looks like she's doing pretty well.

Slipstream has posed:
As he watches, Drake is antsy on his hidden position. He can feel the energy in the air, hear the roar of the others around cheering for either combatant. As he watches June strike and start to take the advantage, he is quietly cheering for her with pride in his chest. He holds his breath in his chest, as if afraid to let it out. His heart is racing and he can feel his bracelet warm up, going from green to blue. Huh. That's new. He gives a glance over to it, then furrows his brows as he tries to focus.

June Connor has posed:
    The man gets to his feet, June's much smaller form still attached behind him. He tries to throw her over his head, but she locker her legs around him. He tries to punch without success, and then tries to force er legs to unlock, all without avail. His face is turning a bit purple, his teeth clenched. It looks like she is going to win, cheers and jeers erupting from the crowd as he slows down.

    Then in one final attempt, he grabs her ankle and the offending choking arm, and throws himself back to the ground. He has to outweight her by a good 150 lbs, and with the grip on her, she has nothing to do to break the fall. He lands hard and heavily on top of her, knocking the wind out of her and shaking her loose. She mutters something, undoubtedly a profanity, and he rolls off onto his hands and knees.

    Both are winded, trying to get back their ability to fight for a moment while the crowd mocks them both. The man recovers first, and as June tries to roll away, he catches her by the arm, and brings a haymaker around with the other fist, snapping her head to the side, blood spraying from the massive hit. It dazes her pretty good, and she tries to respond by delivering a kick to his groing. She misses. He flings her back so she lands on her back again, still reeling from the heavy punch.

Slipstream has posed:
Go! Go! Go! Come on! Cooooome oooon.. oh, fuck! Drake finds himself jolting a bit as he watches June get flipped about, then struck in such a manner that rocks her head to one side. He grips the bottom of the beam, quietly muttering to himself. "Come on June, you dumb bitch. Focus. Please.." He whispers softly. ".. Get up.." He shifts one foot against the beam, as if to center himself.

June Connor has posed:
    June clambers back against the crowd as she tries to recover, which the crowd is completely unsympathetic to. They shove her forward and back to her feet, and into another punch from the large foe. She spins, slamming undesignatedly into his body after the punch. He catches her, arm pinning her arms down, and hoists her into the air, driving the crowd wild. He gives her a slap on the but, which brings a laugh from all of those watching, and then another, clearly interested in embarrassing her before defeating her.

    June uses the moment to spin around, putting a scissor lock on his head for a rather unbreakable choke hold. There is even more hooting and laughing as the man punches her in the ribs, the chest, and anywhere else he can reach. It looks painful, but she holds on. Then he does something a little less conventional. He grabs her arms, and drops to the ground, planting the top of her head into the hard concrete. She lets go, toppling off of him. Perhaps not completely out, but definitely would be considered out by MMA standards. This isn't the MMA.

Slipstream has posed:
Grinding his teeth, Drake can't help but wince with each strike. As he watches the woman that he's still in love with get beaten and battered in such a way, he finds a rage ripping upwards through his heart. He shifts himself a bit, gauging the rest of the crowd through his visors. He can taste the adrenaline in the air. Do they mean to kill her after this? Should he intervene?

A million thoughts speed through his head, all of which cry for action! SAVE HER! SAVE HER! SAVE HER! This is what you do! This is your job! But there is a whisper at the back of his head that says: Don't do it, she is here for a reason. She has a plan. You'll fuck that plan up.

Hissing, he digs his fingers harder into the rafter, then plucks his ice gun off his hip. He takes aim, driving down the radius, then fires off a small spritz through the dark right at the man's feet. It's enough to cause him to slip and tumble if he takes a step, not enough to draw attention from his spot.

June Connor has posed:
    The man reaches down to pick June up again, who is clearly out of this fight, but as he does, he slips on the ice, landing on his rear. He looks rather confused, and looks at the ice on the ground. Everyone else is busy laughing at his slip, and don't seem to care all that much. He stumbles to his feet, still a little winded, and moves around toward June again. "I think she's had enough!" he bellows. "I was just starting to have fun!" he announces.

Slipstream has posed:
As the ice quickly melts into a wet puddle of slush, Drake lets out the breath he was holding. He keeps the gun ready though, looking as if he could plug the man in the back of the head with a shard if need be. But as it seems that the fight is over and June won't be further battered, he sighs softly. There is tears stinging the corner of his eyes, those of which he swallows back and blinks away. He shifts from one beam to the other quietly on soft feet as he's been trained, moving his position incase someone dares to look upwards.

June Connor has posed:
    June is rather disoriented, only barely conscious, and beat up pretty badly from the hits she took. The man offers her a hand, and she takes it to stand up, knowing she's lost. It might be a cordial thing, until he helps her up, and then spins her around and bends her over, pretending to do some lewd act with her. She pulls away with a snarl as the audience laughs, and she flips off her opponent as she backs up unsteadily. She is let out of the ring as the announcer calls out the victory. As for June? She moves out of the crowd and toward a pile of clothes that she has sitting by the corner, largely forgotten, as losers sometimes are.

Slipstream has posed:
As he follows along after her in the rafters quietly, Drake waits until the crowd is no longer interested in her. There is a quick blink of light as he flashes down at her side. He gives her a concerned look, opening his mouth, then closes it. He just stares at her with a hurt expression, desperate, wounded. "June." He finally gets out.

June Connor has posed:
    June slowly, and painfully, pulls her sweatshirt hoody over her head. She glances to the side as she sees the flash of light. "Hey Drake," she says. Black eye, a bruise on her cheek, busted lip, busted nose. She looks...pretty terrible. All that said, she doesn't act like there's a fuss to be had about it. She does look tired, though. "I'm guessin' you bet on my side," she says. "Sorry about that."

Slipstream has posed:
"No, but I made the guy fall before he could kill you. Why are you here, June?" Drake asks in a quavering voice. "You need a doctor. On our spaceship, we got this fancy super healing stuff that just .. fixes you.. like instantly. Smells like toothpaste." Even Snowball looks concerned with a O.O expression on her LED face.

June Connor has posed:
    The toothpaste comment forces a slight chuckle. "Toothpaste, huh?" she asks, stepping out of her sneakers, and stepping into her sweatpants. "Just thought I'd try to make a quick buck," June comments with a shrug. "They usually aren't as big as him," she admits. "What about you? What brings you to the gutter?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Investigating some murders and this place hit my radar. Been tracking one of the goons in the crowd to see if I can get at his boss." Drake says softly as he gives a frown on his face. "You are really here to get money? Come on, June." He says softly. "You're a thief, you don't need to get your ass kicked when you can steal a wallet, or get hooked up by your bird friends." He gives a glance over to the crowd. "He's lucky I didn't teleport his head off his shoulders."

June Connor has posed:
    "Damn Drake, talkin' about murderin' a guy. I was worse for you than I thought." She laughs, "He's just another asshole." Clearly, since he decidedly objectified her in the process of beating the mess out of her. Chances are he doesn't treat his own girl any better. "And I thought you wanted me on the straight and narrow, see, this is honest work," she grins, blood in her teeth. "Besides, good way to keep on the gossip, this city is even more shit than usual lately. Alliances are shifting just about by the hour."