Back again, with a shockingly little amount of votes! Ah well, such is life at times. And hey, big news everyone! Today...is MY BIRTHDAY!

That's right, a whole nother year gone round and still writing these fictions! Who'd a thunk it?

Now, here's the votes like normal...

Spoiler: Winners are...

[X] AWAY WE GO! Try and activate your Jet-Pack and blast into the sky! She can't hold on forever!

[X] SHOW THE WORLD, The rattling behind your Brain.

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ON WITH THE SHOW!

With a quick pressure to the hidden trigger in your sleeve's edge, the wing's of your Jet-Jumper(name pending) shot open, thankfully breaking the string that so bound you before!

Within the same second they released, you had already risen a good 5 feet in the air. As you ascended higher and higher, you chose to look down with a smug grin at having escaped Reddie's Trap...

Escape + Mobility (2d6) VS. Dexterity= 30+11=41 vs. 45. FAIL!

Only to feel the grin fall off your face and eyes break wide as you saw her yo-yo wrap itself around your foot , then felt a sharp tug downward that, if it had happened a month ago, you were sure would have dislocated the entire leg.

Strength + Leverage (1d8)+ Fighting Style (1d4) VS. Strength= 10+5+4= 19 vs. 18. PASS!

It was painful to resist against the sheer force pulling you down, but combined with the awkward angle you were at nearly 15 feet above her now, and the core strength you had suffered to gain, you even managed to use this new position to your advantage!

With a quick crunching motion, you threw your legs up nearly parallel to your head for a moment, before WHIPPING them down as hard as you could, sending a backlash down the wire connecting the two of you.

You watched with a sharp grin as your foe was forced to abandon her grip, lest she be snapped back by the carried force of your axe-kick. So this is what it felt like to be strong! No wonder everybody wanted muscles! You get it now!

But no matter how much you wanted to preen and gloat while being the stronger party for once, you could already see Red-grabber getting up and decided discretion would be the better part of valor.

Plan in mind, you angled your jets to position, and offered a taunting wave that you thought would be worthy of the Road-Runner if he had arms. Then you blasted above the world of trees and watched the world zoom underneath you as a cloud of French swear words erupted from your previous location. Good set of lungs on that girl, but damn if this isn't gonna bight you in the ass if you're caught.

Ah well, gotta think positive, Evil ALWAYS finds a way!

Unfortunately, while you were able to escape and make it what felt like at least half-way to the Wu's weird acrobatic hellscape of a prison, you were definitely running low on fuel. If you wanted any left over for emergencies, you 'd have to stop now and find a new way to go forward. On the other hand...

[] Screw it, you need to make some DISTANCE! (Use up the last of your Fuel, progress 2/3's of the way to the Wu)

[] This is good enough, you can afford a second. (Save the last of your Fuel for Emergencies, take a moment to land and lightly jog, seeing the paths ahead)

[] Swing like the Spider-man! (Save the last of your Fuel, do Skill Checks until failure or the reaching of target. Can increase Mastery of Scorpion Style. Low Chance of creating Technique.)

[] Double back? (You've always wanted to taunt someone like a real jerk, why not start with a person you'll probably never see again? (Increase in Confidence, ?, ?)

[] Write-In so long as it's possible.

CHOOSE 1 OF THE ABOVE

END OF CHAPTER

So, with a few choice thoughts and looking through just how I want to work this, I've decided on some set formats for this story. Showdowns will be smaller chapters designed to show specific interactions and allowing us maximum impact for your choices, while the 'Rest of Life' will be larger sections of 1 to 3 days at a time depending on what we're doing and the results I roll for them. Bigger means more successful and detailed, low is small potatoes, ect. And BOY you just barely scraped some of those rolls. if she matched or beat us, we'd be getting thrown around like Patrick in No Weenies Allowed. For those who don't know what that is off the top of their head, here's the gif for those Spacebattlers among us.

Spoiler: Back to back bodyslammings, essentially, for those at Fanfiction

That done, happy voting Ya'll! I'm gonna go gorge myself on Peach Pie.