HALLOWEEN. FOUR HOURS AGO.
**Watch to Night Owl, come in, over.**
**This is Night Owl, go ahead.**
**Night Owl, Watch has received reports of several disturbances in North Washington through Hell's Kitchen. Aerial recon requested, over.**
**Hoo boy, here we go. Every Halloween as always. Swear, never changes.**
**Reports of gunfire and a vehicular explosion received --**
**Just one explosion? Man they're taking it easy this year.**
**Last reported disturbance on 115th and Washington.**
**Roger, Watch. Headed to 115th and - waitaminute, what the hell is that? Jesus, that thing's HUGE! Uh, uh . . . **
**Night Owl, report status, over.**
**Watch, this is Night Owl. You won't believe this, but there's this giant . . . horned, man-lizard thing, taking up half the entire street! It looks like it's holding someone, dressed in red tights or some- wait, wait, Jesus, it just flung that guy right through the glass display of some store! Jesus, Bicks, get on the loudspeakers!
THIS IS THE NEW YORK POLICE DEPARTMENT. REMAIN RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE, DROP WHATEVER YOU HAVE IN YOUR HANDS RIGHT NOW, AND PLACE THEM SLOWLY BEHIND YOUR HEAD.
Night Owl to Watch. Requesting units as soon as possible to - Bicks, what's it - what the fuck?! Oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIIIIIIIII - - - **
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FA-BOOM.
The blue and white helicopter erupted in flames, as its entire frame was shattered. Even its proppellers split into two blades that shot across the night sky at high velocity. The helicopter did not just explode - it evaporated.
The crimson man, meanwhile, struggled onto his feet, coughing drops and sprays of blood out of his exposed mouth. First on all fours, his hands lifted off the glass-shattered floor. His knees, covered in pieces of glass, extended straight. His shoulders pulled back, his arms dangling loosely by his side. He coughed more blood. His arms began to tighten. His hands raised to his head, his right hand clutched the crimson rod. He stopped wobbling. He stopped shaking.
Daredevil was smacked around harder than anything else in his life.
But Matt Murdock wasn't ready to give up just yet. Stepping back out into the street, Daredevil turned to face his opponent again.
The horned lizard giant, with fire that Matt sensed heat through its hands, through its eyes, through its mouth - the horned lizard giant laughed boastfully into the air, rippling the stoic steady evening with the rumble of its roar.
"Fool," it said, "You stand no chance against me, and yet you dare to face me again?" The giant roared in laughter again. "You are a most certainly fearless man. You are also most certainly foolish as well. Get out of my way before I rid you."
Daredevil stood firm, stood silent, stood still.
"Fine, then," the giant said. "Then let me show you why, for eternity and beyond, why --
I AM CALLED BANISHMENT!
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HALLOWEEN. OVER FOUR HOURS AGO.
CRACK. WHAM. WHUP. BAM. The Sin-Eater was shot backwards while Daredevil unrelentlessly continued his barrage, closing the gap between them with fists, feet, and the crimson club as the creature was pushed back with blows.
"Hey D," Dante uttered, interrupting his thought momentarily as he sliced upward at the shadow creature in front of him in half, "you should probably reconsider your weapon choice. That stick of yours isn' going to kill any -"
CRACK. WHAM. WHUP. CHOK. Daredevil drove his billy club through the creature's chest and pulled out as the creature disintegrated away, the last of the assault that came.
"Never mind," Dante said, before muttering under his breath, "Sticks and stones my butt."
"I'm fine with the arsenal I have," Daredevil spat.
"It's not going to be enough to get rid of bigger fry," Dante countered.
Daredevil remained silent.
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"Now," Banishment proclaimed, "feel the wrath of my power, feel the mettle of my strength, feel the fear of my -"
FZZZZ-OOOOM.
The hairs that raised. The tingle he felt. The burnt chalk he scented. The sound he heard. Daredevil couldn't see, but he knew - his opponent just felt a lightning bolt strike smack dab on its head.
"WHO -- WHO DARES STRIKE UPON THE LIKES OF BANISH -"
WHAP.
Banishment reeled forward from the impact he felt from behind.
"Shut up," said the attacker behind him, "before I make my next pair of boots out of your ass."
"Great . . . " Daredevil muttered underneath his breath..
"Told you to reconsider your weapons, D," Dante replied, flapping his wings behind him, "or you wouldn't look as crappy as you do right now.
"Now stand back and watch the real devil at work."
**Watch to Night Owl, come in, over.**
**This is Night Owl, go ahead.**
**Night Owl, Watch has received reports of several disturbances in North Washington through Hell's Kitchen. Aerial recon requested, over.**
**Hoo boy, here we go. Every Halloween as always. Swear, never changes.**
**Reports of gunfire and a vehicular explosion received --**
**Just one explosion? Man they're taking it easy this year.**
**Last reported disturbance on 115th and Washington.**
**Roger, Watch. Headed to 115th and - waitaminute, what the hell is that? Jesus, that thing's HUGE! Uh, uh . . . **
**Night Owl, report status, over.**
**Watch, this is Night Owl. You won't believe this, but there's this giant . . . horned, man-lizard thing, taking up half the entire street! It looks like it's holding someone, dressed in red tights or some- wait, wait, Jesus, it just flung that guy right through the glass display of some store! Jesus, Bicks, get on the loudspeakers!
THIS IS THE NEW YORK POLICE DEPARTMENT. REMAIN RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE, DROP WHATEVER YOU HAVE IN YOUR HANDS RIGHT NOW, AND PLACE THEM SLOWLY BEHIND YOUR HEAD.
Night Owl to Watch. Requesting units as soon as possible to - Bicks, what's it - what the fuck?! Oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIIIIIIIII - - - **
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FA-BOOM.
The blue and white helicopter erupted in flames, as its entire frame was shattered. Even its proppellers split into two blades that shot across the night sky at high velocity. The helicopter did not just explode - it evaporated.
The crimson man, meanwhile, struggled onto his feet, coughing drops and sprays of blood out of his exposed mouth. First on all fours, his hands lifted off the glass-shattered floor. His knees, covered in pieces of glass, extended straight. His shoulders pulled back, his arms dangling loosely by his side. He coughed more blood. His arms began to tighten. His hands raised to his head, his right hand clutched the crimson rod. He stopped wobbling. He stopped shaking.
Daredevil was smacked around harder than anything else in his life.
But Matt Murdock wasn't ready to give up just yet. Stepping back out into the street, Daredevil turned to face his opponent again.
The horned lizard giant, with fire that Matt sensed heat through its hands, through its eyes, through its mouth - the horned lizard giant laughed boastfully into the air, rippling the stoic steady evening with the rumble of its roar.
"Fool," it said, "You stand no chance against me, and yet you dare to face me again?" The giant roared in laughter again. "You are a most certainly fearless man. You are also most certainly foolish as well. Get out of my way before I rid you."
Daredevil stood firm, stood silent, stood still.
"Fine, then," the giant said. "Then let me show you why, for eternity and beyond, why --
I AM CALLED BANISHMENT!
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HALLOWEEN. OVER FOUR HOURS AGO.
CRACK. WHAM. WHUP. BAM. The Sin-Eater was shot backwards while Daredevil unrelentlessly continued his barrage, closing the gap between them with fists, feet, and the crimson club as the creature was pushed back with blows.
"Hey D," Dante uttered, interrupting his thought momentarily as he sliced upward at the shadow creature in front of him in half, "you should probably reconsider your weapon choice. That stick of yours isn' going to kill any -"
CRACK. WHAM. WHUP. CHOK. Daredevil drove his billy club through the creature's chest and pulled out as the creature disintegrated away, the last of the assault that came.
"Never mind," Dante said, before muttering under his breath, "Sticks and stones my butt."
"I'm fine with the arsenal I have," Daredevil spat.
"It's not going to be enough to get rid of bigger fry," Dante countered.
Daredevil remained silent.
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"Now," Banishment proclaimed, "feel the wrath of my power, feel the mettle of my strength, feel the fear of my -"
FZZZZ-OOOOM.
The hairs that raised. The tingle he felt. The burnt chalk he scented. The sound he heard. Daredevil couldn't see, but he knew - his opponent just felt a lightning bolt strike smack dab on its head.
"WHO -- WHO DARES STRIKE UPON THE LIKES OF BANISH -"
WHAP.
Banishment reeled forward from the impact he felt from behind.
"Shut up," said the attacker behind him, "before I make my next pair of boots out of your ass."
"Great . . . " Daredevil muttered underneath his breath..
"Told you to reconsider your weapons, D," Dante replied, flapping his wings behind him, "or you wouldn't look as crappy as you do right now.
"Now stand back and watch the real devil at work."