Revy saw Chang was playing around with Deadshot, she thought about staying to watch. It would have been educational, but there was work and at least two more idiots to kill.
"Kyle, you got my back?" she screamed as she scrambled after the team of Hack and Slash.
Slash some how managed to block her shots. "You think I'm scared of a pathetic little gunslinger," Slash taunted.
"Baby, you haven't seen the half of what I can do." Revy sneered as she kept on the move while maintaining her fire. Slash was used to gunfighters needing to maintain a steady hand and arm to fight but Revy had bypassed that shortcoming a long time ago. Even scarier for Slash was Revy's almost instinctual ability to target her wherever she was, forcing her to run to stay ahead of Revy's hail of gunfire. Revy cackled mercilessly while her shots tracked Slash closely as the sword wielding merc scrambled to stay out of her way.
"Guns are such simple things." Slash said with false bravado.
"Oh Christ, not another one." Revy taunted, "You guys with swords always think your just the cat's fucking ass."
Revy kept up a stead stream of gunfire but she also managed to alternate hands so the hail of gunfire was near constant. she got close enough to jump kick the sword wielding mercenary sending her flying backward to crash against a ladder leading up to the roof. "You'll have to do better then that gunslinger," Slash hissed.
"I did, - Two Hands - remember?" Revy said brightly, then stepped smoothly to the side to avoid a swinging ballast weight that would have sheered off her head had it connected. She shot the chain holding it once more and it dropped a crucial centimeter. Slash cursed softly to herself realizing that Revy's attack had not been only concentrating on her but had also been setting her up for this. The weight slammed into the merc carrying her through a glass ceiling throwing her out on the roof.
Selina, fighting Hack along another walkway, cried out to Revy, "Hey if your done performing Copperfield; how's about a little help over HERE?"
Revy jumped out into the air catching the weight on its return swing. Her weight carried the thing on a direct collision course with Selina who cursed as she dived off the platform to get out of the way, dropping her to the floor where she landed on Chang who was fighting with Deadshot. The weight, with Revy riding it, slammed into Hack and carried the armored man through the air hurling him through the same hole his sister made in the rooftop.
Revy athletically flipped herself off the edge of the box grabbing the side as she fell, her weight tilting the box a crucial few degrees. The box lodged in the hole allowing Revy a few seconds to scramble back to the top, leaping through the huge hole in the roof.
"Thank you, thank you I will be here all week - be sure to tip your waitress." Revy sighed with cocky glee as she regarded the two mercs sprawled on the roof.
"Impressive, you certainly haven't lost your touch Becca'" Revy looked around and saw Red Hood standing watching her.
Revy brought up her guns and trained them on the vigilante, "Who the hell are you and how do you know me?" Revy snarled.
"You mean Selina hasn't worked that out or she hasn't told you?" Red Hood asked.
"She thinks you're Jason Todd but that can't be 'cause the kid I knew was smart enough not to start this kind of crap, besides he's supposed to be dead."
"The Jason Todd that Selina knew died when Joker left me to die in an exploding warehouse after working me over with a crowbar. I stopped being the kid you knew a long time before that."
"So you really did it; suited up with that whack job Batman?" Revy sneered.
"So you met him have you? I'd have killed to see that."
"Dude has some moves I'll admit that he could own that town if he wasnt such a tight-ass. I mean if someone like that dough-boy Penguin fucked with me he'd be dead. He would be dead if the damn cops hadn't gotten in my way."
"Batman found me, trained me to be strong and powerful. Just like, I remember you being. Every time Batman and I took down a street gang, especially in our old neighborhood, I sort of hoped you'd be there. But you never were. I thought the stories that you had died were true and after a while, the legend of Rebecca the demon child killer became more myth then anything else. By the time the Joker took that crowbar to me, I wondered if I made you up in my head."
"Don't that beat all." Revy raised her gun again, aiming for Jason's head "... there's this huge cash bounty I've been looking forward to collecting."
"You might want to see what your playmates think about that first, I think they got their second wind." Jason gestured to Slash, the masked woman was aiming to slice off Revy's head.
Two Hands ducked and kicked at the woman who weaved around her kick to slash at her again. Jason jumped down to the rooftop kicking and punching at Hack who growled in annoyance.
"Nice to be working with a partner again." Jason called out.
"We aren't working together," Revy snapped, "we're trying not to get killed by the same people."
Deadshot dived through the air shooting at Chang who dived and danced through his gunfire as if it was ballet.
Deadshot finally fired at him thinking he had the old man dead to rights but the shot did not reach him Deadshot tried again but again his gunfire was not touching Chang who smiled.
"Problems Junior, maybe you'd like me to stand still." Chang mocked, "Would that make it easier?"
He pulled to a stop and stood in the midst of the chaos, Deadshot fired round after round but he was unable to reach his target. Finally, he realized why. Chang was shooting his bullets down in mid-flight and was doing it with so little effort Deadshot was amazed. The old man had some skills after all.
"You're not bad Junior, but you rely too much on the tricks and gadgets. A gun is only as useful as the one holding it."
Chang stared firing at the boxes suspended above the floor sending them crashing down on Deadshot who had to scamper out of their way. "Lesson Two junior, use your environment to your advantage."
"Nice advice Grandpa." Deadshot growled as he tried to do the same but Chang avoided the falling crate hopping on top to dive through the air raining gunfire on Deadshot forcing the mercenary to scramble to safety to avoid him.
"Lesson three junior, never underestimate an enemy you have never faced." Chang taunted.
The enraged mercenary popped out from hiding - firing wildly as he came. It took a second for him to realize his enemy had vanished, until Chang slid up behind; smashing him across his skull sending him into senseless sleep.
"Lesson Four Junior, only mooks like you assume guns can only kill. They have a thousand and one uses " Deadshot slumped unconscious to the floor. Chang was raising his gun to finish him when Selina came crashing down on top of him.
"Sorry about that." she smiled sheepishly, "Revy's dealing with the twins and ... "
"Never mind I have questions for them anyway." Chang grumbled. Where is Rebecca now? "
"On the roof with the both of them."
"You had better head up there. I want answers and I plan on getting them the old fashioned way."
Selina glanced over at the still trussed up Sammy. The man was screaming and whining for release. He looked like a turkey, Selina felt sick as she realized this bird was due for carving and she had delivered him to the slaughter. She looked back and saw Chang watching her,
"This is how things are done Selina, The sick and twisted come here to play, the professional come here to make more money then they ever could anywhere else; the stupid come here to die in any one of a thousand unpleasant ways."
"What about the rest?" Selina asked
"Those are the only kind of people who come here; those are the only kind of people who should ever come here."
IN a dark basement far below where the fight was taking place, Knockout wondered what had gone so wrong. That she still lived at all was a tribute to her hyper-regenerative abilities. Deadshot had promised this would be an easy job ... ha, easy. The freaky little Cleaner could cut her somehow and Knockout had no doubt the others had tricks up their sleeves as well. Those thoughts got her worrying about Scandal. What if this Sawyer and her friends did something to Scandal while Knockout cowered in this filthy basement quaking in fear?
She could hear the evil little gnome strolling down the hallway whistling as she came. Knockout could not understand, she was a trained fighter and warrior and yet this one freakish little woman reduced her to such cowering fear.
"You stink Piglet, ... you smell of bile and offal ... or is that fear?" Sawyer taunted, "You've never really bled before have you?."
No, she had not, not in a long time. Yet, she had to summon her training, her skill. Knockout scrambled from her hiding place, punching at Sawyer who grabbed her and swung her around shoving her into a wall. Sawyer slammed her knife into a pipe and then jammed Knockout's face into the blast of steam. Knockout screamed. Sawyer hissed in Knockout's ear, "First - I'll take your hands..." Knockout winced as Sawyer slashed one of her hands, "... then I'll start ... on those pretty legs." She slashed at Knockout's tendons and the stripper felt her legs buckle, no longer able to support her weight.
Sawyer loomed over her, "... I'll save your face for last..." the Cleaner pulled the huge chainsaw from behind her. Knockout marveled at the small woman's ability to hold, never mind use, such a thing.
Knockout crawled slowly back to her feet, an almost bestial look of rage twisted her face. "I don't know where you got those weapons but once I get them away from you, I'm going to tear you apart." Knockout snarled.
"Tear me apart ... gutting me like a fish ... you use the words but I doubt you've ever actually done it ... I have ... let me show you how it's actually done." Sawyer gave the pull cord on her chainsaw a savage jerk. The chainsaw came to life with an angry roar. The Cleaner casually waved the blade back and forth allowing Its cutting blade to spark off the walls and pipes "Ready Piglet?" The Cleaner hissed as she stalked her prey.
Sawyer swiped at Knockout with the huge tool, its blade cutting through the wall. Knockout skipped away from the sudden burst of steam. Sawyer swept the blade down but Knockout clapped her hands on the oversize blade, keeping her fingers clear of the wickedly sharp teeth, she started forcing Sawyer's weapon away from her. They battled back and forth, Knockout's power against Sawyer's freak strength. Sawyer suddenly shoved the cutting blade into the wall. Knockout felt scalding hot steam painfully bake her flesh.
Knockout looked into Sawyer's eyes and saw a black hunger. This woman, this little woman with her pale skin and sullen eyes, was not just a hunter. She was a sadist, drawing pleasure from Knockout's fear and terror.
Sawyer swung her chainsaw high and Knockout in a panic used her feet to rip a pipe from the walls raising it up between them. The chainsaw's cutting blade sparked angrily, lighting Sawyer's pale face and her shark-like smile. Knockout could no longer help herself. She screamed. The villain climbed to her feet and stumbled away at a run. She had to get back to the group. This chick was too much for her.
Sawyer gave chase, She knew where Knockout was going, and there was no salvation in that direction but some of the Hostel's more ...interesting equipment lay in that direction. She had never been one to indulge in using Adolph's twisted torture machines, she was a Cleaner, but today she was a hunter and a hunter used what was around them to bring down the prey. Sawyer allowed herself a pleasant smile; this was more fun then she had allowed herself in quite a few days.
