Author's Note:
I am happy with how this story is going, I would have appreciated to receive a friendly comment / review.
Knowing directly that there are people interested in my story is a great way to encourage me to write better and faster.
Most of all I am delighted to write a chapter that contains some superhero-style action and finally Donal Duck makes an appearance on the screen.
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I am a person who is sometimes obsessed with details such as height, age, chronological position.
I've made some changes in my head to keep things within my artistic sense.
In the temporal plane we find ourselves after S1E4 "The Beagle Birthday Massacre!", But before S1E5 "Terror of the Terra-firmians!"
Here is the age of the characters:
Gosalyn Waddlemeyer at 9, I'm a fan of Darkwing Duck (1991).
Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck are 10 years and three months old.
Webby Vanderquack aged 11 and a half. I decided to make her older than the boys, so she can write Weblena without any problems due to too large an age difference.
Violet Sabrewing at 12 years and three months.
Lena Le Strange / De Spell, biologically at 13, chronologically at 15.
Arkan / John Holmes / Bruce Belmont, age unknown, probably between 14 and 16 years. Currently only 300 days of memory.
Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera at 26.
Drake Mallard and Launchpad McQuack are 31 years old.
Donald Duck and Della Duck are 36 years old.
Bentina Beakley at 50.
Scrooge McDuck should be 150 years old in theory.
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Narrative Arc 1: Welcome to Mad Duckworld, dear hero and dancer
Episodes 1: The madman, the angel and the ducks (V)
Chapter 5: The encounter between two heroes
Plot: Violet and Arkan discuss what to do for a few minutes, eventually Arkan disguises himself as an owl version of Batman and flies to stop the robbery while Violet provides support from the computer.
Meanwhile Donald and Huey do not have a good time during the kidnapping, to reassure his grandson dressed in red, Donald begins to talk about a masked hero who once protected the people of Duckburg, Paperinik.
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POV Narrator
Violet finds herself leaning against the railing of the apartment trying to get a better look at what is happening across the street.
Arkan stands next to Violet, standing over the railing, arms crossed, staring at the First National Bank.
"Some things are universal, the forces of Good and Evil are constantly fighting in all shapes and sizes." Arkan said, with a bittersweet smile on his face at the sight of the cops isolating the perimeter.
Replace anthropomorphic animals with the image of human beings and you will not find any distinction between the two Modus operandi.
The Young Sorcerer is relieved to see a familiar scenario even in a completely different world.
If half of this couple are feeling good about seeing the police do their job, the other half are feeling some kind of frustration
"This is lightly whipping, I have a general idea of what's going on down there. But I can't understand the details, I wish I had brought my binoculars with me." Violet complained about the circumstances and lack of equipment that prevent her from gathering the information.
Upon hearing Violet's words, Arkan's eyes began to glow intensely, circuit-like symbols of fluorescent blue appear around his face.
"The policewoman, María Cabrera, the light brown feathered duck ... is requesting the intervention of ... SWAT forces ... to use lip-reading techniques on a world where most of the species have a beak is hard." Arkan said, finding it difficult to read the cops' lips / beak.
"We are on the fifty floor of a building from the top corner of the street, for me people are comparable to ants.
But can you even see and interpret what they say by the movement of their beaks? "Violet asked, in an incredulous tone, never having believed that such a thing is possible.
But in the last few hours the same was true of magic, shapeshifting powers and manipulating electromagnetism with sheer willpower.
"Of all my senses, sight is the most developed. With the naked eye I can spot and shoot a fly moving from a hundred meters.
Using Reinforcement, a spell that enhances all of the subject's qualities under the influence, I can even see and hit a target at a distance of two kilometers. "Arkan delivered a rudimentary explanation of his superhuman vision, not to mention the IRIS Cams that render everything. even easier.
The IRIS Cams are a very advanced and very precious piece of technology, essentially contact lenses with several very fun and useful functions, especially when no one suspects that they are speaking and acting in the presence of a person who records their every conversation and fight.
"It seems that the robbers are dangerous ... and in possession of military-grade weapons. They have taken the bank employees hostage, the unfortunate customers, there are even children ..." Arkan said, in a serious and serious tone. gloomy, putting aside his former casual aura, erasing any trace of amusement.
The Young Sorcerer may be a stranger in a foreign land, but that does not mean that his duties, responsibilities and codes of conduct have remained in his world.
His duty can be summed up in this sentence: To protect the helpless and hunt down the wicked.
His personal code is quite long and complex, but there is a section that says to remove the velvet gloves when children are mixed up.
"An armed robbery is already a big deal with enormous potential to end in tragedy. Shouldn't we let the professionals do it?" She asked Violet, she begins to tighten the hem of her shirt, not too sure that the two of them can help in such a delicate situation.
Certainly Arkan has shown that he possesses unique abilities and an advanced intellect, which are useful in any type of conflict.
But so far Violet hasn't seen anything that says Arkan can act subtly and quietly without attracting anyone's attention.
"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil things but because of those who watch without doing anything." Arkan replied, stepping off the railing, returning to the desk for computer work at a loaner.
"I understand your point, if you can help someone, you should. The more people you can help, the more you should help. But you're sure your presence couldn't make the situation worse.
If an armed robber sees a humanoid alien or a huge quadrupedal creature they could open fire and a stray bullet could kill someone. "Violet said, her voice no longer calm and stoic, sounding unsure of what to say or do.
The hummingbird girl is having mixed feelings about the whole situation, one part of herself wants to help, another part wants to stay on the sidelines and not get involved for any reason.
Since she was adopted, her parents have taught her that she should help people and use her intelligence for good.
An armed robbery is not the kind of situation that the Junior Woodchucks taught to handle.
Arkan possesses otherworldly abilities such as shape-shifter, teleportation, electrokinesis.
It can certainly balance the scales on the side of the cops. But there are just as many pomace that its presence could be the spark that ignites the explosion.
'What should I do to act or not to act !?' Violet thought, feeling pressured like never in her life. Her heart beats wildly as her mind pulls the argument for and against the action off.
"Violet, I admit that I much prefer to face mystical threats in the dead of night and solve everything with a mix of strategy, ugly force and fire magic." Arkan admitted, feeling more comfortable fighting vampires and werewolves in abandoned buildings.
"Unfortunately for you, I have a great sense of duty and responsibility and I am just as good at stealth operations.
Black Widow herself, considered one of the most dangerous women on my planet, has given me a lot of insight into the art of murder and espionage. "Arkan declared, in a serious tone, taking the situation as carefully as possible.
Clapping his hands, the Young Sorcerer invoked two objects upon him.
The first item was his Personal Arm Computer which hooked onto his left forearm.
The second tool is found in the palm of the right hand, a cube-like device in obsidian black covered in strange dark purple inscriptions, with a keyboard and screen that open on command.
This device is the C Cube, the all and the end of all computer technology, in one small package.
Your Omni-sensor can interface with any electronic or digital communication or data storage medium, any telephone or computer, simply by being in proximity to them, or in proximity to any device connected to them via a network.
It can also interface with radio waves and similar transmissions, or "surveillance beams". At the same time, the sensor also allows it to interface with magical and technological artifacts and systems with equal ease and refinement.
"How are you thinking of acting." Violet asked, putting aside her inner conflict, preferring to position herself behind Arkan to see what she is working on.
The hummingbird girl is well aware that she can do little to stop the Arkan if she decides to do her own thing, but it can't hurt to try.
Plus he wants to see what he's up to with the new device just pulled out of pocket size.
A great distraction to not think about what he is feeling at the moment.
"First of all I want to get information. In such a delicate situation, entering without the slightest bit of information is pure stupidity.
Where are the robbers, how many are there, what do they want, how are they organized and above all where are the hostages? "Arkan said, wanting to obtain this information to intervene with surgical precision so as not to risk doing unnecessary damage.
Putting the C Cube on the laptop keyboard a very interesting light show took place.
On the table appeared a holographic keyboard filled with symbols and glyphs unknown to anyone with no great experience in runic magic combined with informative.
Four holographic screens appeared on the table in a half-arch of screens, connecting to the borrowed laptop.
Correction, the laptop has connected / assimilated to the C Cube, providing a copy of all its information and a small improvement in the size of the database and the speed of information processing.
For once, Violet wasn't engrossed in demonstrating advanced technology, preferring to focus on what's really important. The emergency that is happening in front of her has her eyes.
"Couldn't we just give this information to the police?" She proposed Violet, sincerely wanting to help, only she can not help but prefer more legally acceptable methods. Anonymous tip-offs exist for a reason.
"The police will be suspicious of information from an unprecedented anonymous source." Arkan said, if he were in the police shoes he would be filled with mistrust and paranoia about a mysterious hacker who provides this information for free.
"We could ..." Violet is coming up with another suggestion on how they can help without interfering in the affairs of the police. But Arkan silences her with a simple glance.
"Good people don't need laws that tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find a way around the laws." Arkan came up with another profound quote as his hacking work pays off for him, showing a picture of what's going on inside the bank.
"See what's going on inside, then look me in the eye and tell me the right thing to do is stand aside and look without lifting a finger." Arkan said, rising from his chair, handing his seat to Violet.
All five screens show an image of what Violet assumes is a father-son couple.
The father is a duck in his mid-thirties, with white feathers and a yellow-ocher beak, legs and feet.
He wears a shiny black sailor shirt that has four gold buttons and accents of white with a white sailor cap that has black undertones to match.
The son is a pre-adolescent duck who may be ten years old at the most. He looks a lot like his father in terms of looks. He is wearing a red t-shirt and a red baseball cap on his head. In her hands he holds the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook.
The father is hugging his son trying to reassure him that everything will be fine.
Around the father-son couple are about ten people, a mix of bank employees and civilians, each scared to death and huddled on the floor.
Four large dogs dressed in black and green biker masks and paramilitary uniforms, armed with machine guns, are guarding the hostages.
Even through the screen Violet can feel the tense air of the room.
Suddenly the father glares at one of the criminals, muttering in a low voice something incomprehensible to many.
"Shut up or I'll kill you!" One of the criminals exclaimed loudly, approaching the duck dressed as a sailor, hitting him in the face with the rifle stock.
The sailor fell to the ground probably suffering from a concussion to celebrate.
The son dressed in red throws himself beside his father to see if he is okay.
The boy's eyes fill with animal rage, he drops the guide of the Junior Woodchucks, seems on the verge of lashing out at the criminal who hit his father.
"Don't let your emotions control you, you are in grave danger!" Violet yelled, grabbing her laptop screen, as if her actions might interfere with what's going on inside the bank.
Before the baby made the biggest mistake of his life, the father recovers just in time to grab the baby by the collar of his shirt, preventing the baby from jumping on the criminal.
The duck has made an excellent move, because the criminal has just pointed the gun at the child, ready to go to slaughter at the sight of an impending problem.
Seeing the barrel of the gun and the awareness of being shot in every second, his child's eyes are on the verge of tears.
The poor guy just gained enough material to have nightmares for days to come.
Her father gave her a strong bear hug, trying to calm and reassure her baby dressed in red.
Violet's heart is about to break into a thousand as she sells this scene, a crying child held in the arms of a worried and battered parent, while they are surrounded by henchmen armed with no problem pointing a weapon at a child.
"The little bird doesn't realize how close it was to become an orphan.
If the father hadn't grasped it, there would have been a one-sided scuffle and everything will end with the father throwing himself in to act as a human shield for the little one.
A father killed in front of you have eyes of the son, a scene like that to mark until the end of your days or even more. "Arkan said, with a grim look, as if he had just seen the future.
The young wizard's words hit Violet straight into her heart, almost awakening long-dormant memories ...
But the phantom sound of a shot, followed by screams and a desperate cry appeared in Violet's mind, even though she doesn't remember how and where they heard.
Violet's hands clench into fists and every hint of existence in her eyes burns to death.
"How can I help?" Violet asked, with a look full of a reborn determined to do something bold.
"Didn't you want to let the professionals handle their cases?" Arkan said, smiling triumphantly at the sight of fire in Violet's pearl black eyes.
"Rule 17: A groundhog takes care of his fellow groundhogs, whatever the cost." Violet recited one of the most sacred rules of a Junior Woodchucks by heart.
"Here's my plan, I'll be Batman, you'll be Oracle." Arkan said, wanting to make the roles of this improvised team understood, forgetting a little detail about Violet she lives in a world where human beings do not exist, so there is not even any DC Comics with her Dark Knight.
"Arkan, I don't know anything about your culture, these names mean nothing to me." Violet said, regretting for a moment that she hadn't asked more questions about culture instead of concerting about aliens, superiors and science.
"I will be the superhero dressed in black who works on the ground, you will be the smart assistant who acts as my technical support from afar." Arkan has declared their respective roles for this rescue operation.
"I'm good at computer science, but I don't think I can learn an unknown alphabet in a couple of minutes." Violet said, pointing to the advanced computer equipment written in an unknown language.
" Give me a second." Arkan replied, pressing a button on the Personal Arm Computer.
The blue holographic screens and headboard have changed configuration.
They became lilac in color, the interface became much simpler close to modern technology, and the keyboard became written in English.
"Do you have a solution for every problem I can find?" Violet asked in a sarcastic tone as she sits down in front of the newly reconfigured computer equipment for her personal use.
"A good magician must always have new tricks to surprise his audience." Arkan said, pressing a new button on the Cyberpunk Computer mounted on his forearm.
In an instant the screen of the Personal Arm Computer lit up, Arkan's body for a second was wrapped in a cocoon of pixels and computer codes of alien origin.
When the cocoon disappeared, Arkan was shown dressed in a suit reminiscent of the evil version of Batman, Owlman.
"Violet, this is my Batman costume." Arkan declared, with a theatrical tone, impersonating a fictional character for the second time.
Arkan's costume is obvious at a glance that he was strongly inspired by Batman, even if for some reason he chose to go towards the owl style.
This suit has a much more armored look than the classic Batman costume, the main colors are black and gray.
The entire suit appears to be more mechanical inside at the shoulders and upper chest.
The overall appearance of the costume resembles a military suit with Kevlar plating in the thigh area and around the chest area.
The combat boots as per the quanta are reinforced by strong carbon fiber / plastic material. The gloves have the famous shark sabers attached to the forearms.
Obviously it wouldn't be a Batman-style superhero costume if it doesn't have a fancy long cape and utility belt to hold a variety of gadgets.
However, there are three differences from the classic Batman costume.
First and most obvious of all, the costume is owl themed.
The second difference the hood and the mask follow different aesthetic standards.
Instead of including bat-like longs, the hood has metal segments to resemble an owl's head.
The mask instead of leaving the mouth uncovered and vulnerable to a punch or poisonous gas is covered by a metal jaw / mask.
The third and final difference, there is no bat icon on the chest of the costume.
"Your costume inspired by a fictional bat-themed superhero probably looks a lot like an owl." She observed Violet, finding her affair slightly odd.
Internally he wonders if it could be a translation problem or if the bats in Arkan's world look like owls.
"I can't dress up in an exact copy of Batman and really fight crime.
Iron-Man and Spider-Man would make endless jokes and DC Comics would sue for image theft.
I just copied Batman's style and adapted it to the theme of an owl. "Arkan stated, not wanting to admit that he mainly chose this owl theme to honor Eda Clawthorne, the Owl Lady, the most powerful Witch / Harpy of the Boiling. Isles.
Violet accepted Arkan's answer without too many questions, having both of these more urgent to do than discuss aesthetics.
"If she's to be your assistant in this vigilante act, what should I call you while you're wearing this uniform?" Violet asked, she may be a neophyte when it comes to superheroes, having by far preferred other literary and television genres, but even someone like her can understand the importance of the secret identity.
How important a secret identity actually is to an alien stranded on another world is a debate Violet doesn't want to participate in at the moment.
"If we were in my world and wearing this costume, I would call myself Owlman ..." Arkan is about to give an explanation on how he can't use this type of naming, but for once Violet manages to finish her sentence.
"But in this world there are no human beings, you cannot be called Woman or Man." Violet said, confident that Arkan doesn't want to draw people's presence onto her alien nature.
"Dark Owl might work for now, even if it sounds too general and stereotyped to me." Commented Arkan, having no luck in finding a name to associate with this costume.
"Why don't you try Bufnita, it's the foreign language word for Owl." She proposed Violet, using her vast department of foreign language skills to come up with a name that sounds better than Owlman or Dark Owl.
"Bufnita, BUFNITA, I like the way it sounds." Arkan said, appreciating Violet's bestowed name.
Having both a costume to hide her alien nature and a stage name, Arkan had no reason to sit still and chat with Violet.
"I run to save the day, if you see anything weird tell me, the C Cube is connected to the suit system." Arkan said, informing her that she is about to run away and what his duties are to her.
"If we're lucky, I'll be back in less than half an hour. We'll get off the elevator, borrow a small amount of Goldie O'Gilt's stash, then you'll take me on the Duckburg sightseeing tour." Arkan said in a calm, reassuring voice.
His behavior regarding the situation in the bank is completely changed.
This can be nerve-wracking in so many ways, but for Violet to hear Arkan talk about upcoming success and future celebration plans, it works wonders for her anxiety.
" Good luck." Violet wished, greeting her ... accomplice / friend of hers?
"Thanks, but I don't need luck, I have the power of magic, science and a hero's mad heart on my side." Arkan declared, slamming his fist against his chest, before fluttering his cloak in the wind and throwing himself off the terrace.
Violet has had to use all the self-control she possesses not to give up her position and run to see if Arkan is okay.
Surely he wouldn't have jumped if he wasn't able to do something to avoid a death from a fall, right?
"This day is taking a really strange turn." Violet commented, using her information expertise and Arkan's equipment to access public and private information about the bank.
"The Game is On!" Arkan exclaimed, gliding high, using his long cloak as a hang glider, managing to ride a wave of hot air.
"After this day, my life will never be the same again." He muttered Violet, watching as Arkan flutters his cloak to the First National Bank.
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Maria Antonia Magdalena Aldonsa Cabrera is one of the best detectives in the Duckburg police force, building a promising career in homicide.
Unfortunately, an internal "dispute" with one of her superiors leads to her being reassigned to the Special Investigation Department, a political death sentence.
At least her trusty companion in arms, Karrin Murphy, chased her shortly after to the Special Investigation Department.
Together they went to great lengths to help the department become much more effective and respectable.
In her long career, Ms. Cabrera has seen many things happen under her gaze both during her time at the homicides and even after her relocation.
Living in the same town as Scrooge McDuck a blockhouse a huge number of cases out of the ordinary, most of the time they were solved by Scrooge himself.
But when the richest duck in the world was out of town, the police had to deal with the most unnatural problems with mixed success.
At least for the past decade, things have been calmer ... by Duckburg standards, a time many look back with nostalgia.
But when Scorre returned to venture, the strange and inexplicable cases skyrocketed, putting pressure on the Special Investigations department to do their job better, even when no other department knows which fish to pick.
'Today things are about to take a turn for the worse.' Agent Cabrera thought, feeling a gut feeling that someone bad, a storm is approaching to break Duckburg's fragile balance.
If that wasn't enough, half the police precinct has rushed to the First National Bank to deal with one of the most irregular bank robberies in history.
From the information gathered, it all happened less than half an hour ago.
In the middle of the afternoon at rush hour, a large group of dogs and ducks about ten or thirty, all dressed and armed in the same way, suddenly entered the largest bank in the state.
Promising violence and death to anyone who tries to thwart their blow.
For such a large number of people, targeting the same building is not normal.
Instead of taking the money and running away with the loot, they barricaded themselves inside, taking the entire staff and clientele in the office hostage. This is not typical bank robbery behavior.
The criminals look like professionals and are equipped by professionals, but behave abnormally, as if they want to get the biggest sentence in Duckburg history.
If this situation wasn't messed up enough for the average cop. An unprecedented new element has just presented itself.
"Cabrera, raise your head and tell me you see it too?" She asked Agent Cabrera's companion in arms Karrin Murphy.
Murphy is a short duck, barely five feet tall, with white feathers, short blonde hair, blue eyes and a cute beak.
For Fenton, Detective Cabrera's son, Murphy is his favorite aunt and one of the kindest people he knows.
Unfortunately for the bad guys, she's a lot more dangerous than she looks; she is a policewoman with some serious martial arts skills and enough stubbornness and ingenuity to really bother anyone who annoys her
"What the hell is he seeing?" Cabrera murmured, looking up to see a mysterious figure flying over the area half a mile above the ground.
The young sorcerer disguised as Bufnita, the owl version of the dark knight has decided to go over the police blockade.
"Is it a bird?
"No, it's a problem." Murphy said, in a bad voice, not tolerating the weirdos messing around in his town.
"Should we call Scrooge McDuck?" Asked the rooster policeman, believing that the tail is outstripping him.
Murphy's stern look was enough to silence the rooster cop.
"Someone call a helicopter, the guy or the thing landed on the roof, it could be an accomplice or a third party wants to take over." Agent Cabrera said, making hasty assumptions about who the dark machine may be.
'This city gets stranger with each passing day.' The rooster cop thought, slowly walking away from the two tough ducks, preferring not to be near the infamous police duo.
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Simultaneously the masked hero landed on top of the roof. Turning his attention to his Cyberpunk Computer he began with Violet.
"Vee, I've arrived at my destination. Can you send me the floor plan of the building." Bufnita said, wanting to have a map of the building, so everything will be easier to rescue the hostages and beat the thugs to death.
"Where to look for something specific?" Violet asked, not knowing if she has to send the entire floor plan or just a specific section.
Unlike his previous school assignments or with the Junior Woodchucks, Arkan didn't deliver specific objectives to complete.
"Focus on positioning the ventilation ducts and highlight rooms with an internal ventilation grille." He requested Bufnita, looking around the roof having found her entry ticket.
The bank roof is ventilated, one door part of the roof space is occupied by ventilation ducts and pipes and other gadgets.
"Bufnita, maybe where it comes from to go through the ventilation ducts is possible.
In Duckburg the ducts are too small for you, if you were a small kid you could go through them. "Violet said, not wanting to see live how Arkan gets stuck or stuck in the ventilation duct.
"Vee, I have four words to contradict your logic: Shapeshifter and Abominable Magic." Bufnita said, reminding Violet who she's talking to, a Detective Occult, where her favorite pastime is being a superhero.
Plus the word Abominable Magic is a secret message to put a certain lilac-haired Witch Shadow into action.
Bufnita's shadow changed configuration, taking the silhouette of Amity Blight.
"We can disagree on many issues and have days here we want to punch each other.
But I can't disagree or stand in your way when you're playing the hero, especially when there are kids around. "Shadow Amity said, making a puddle of purple slime emerge from the shadows.
"My Abominations will help you." Shadow Amity stated, confirming her assistant in the upcoming fight with the robbers.
"How did I manage to forget about this?
In the last few hours I've seen you change shape and size with a fool of your fingers. "Violet exclaimed, in a slightly accusatory tone, not having heard or seen anything related to Shadow Amity.
The hummingbird girl feels stupid for once for forgetting something as obvious as Arkan's magical powers.
"Don't blame yourself, Vee.
Even my friend Luz sometimes forgets that she can turn into an Otter on command.
At least he never forgets to pack a deck of cards full of glyphs. "Bufnita said, reassuring Violet and delivering a second secret message, all as she approaches the ventilation pipes, preparing to step inside to get this party off to a good start.
The Masked Sorcerer did not have to turn around to see that the silhouette of his shadow has changed again, showing a Luz holding her thumb up.
"Even I sometimes have a hard time remembering all the different types of weapons, spells and abilities it possesses. In hindsight I would have found spells more useful and less explosive." She declared Bufnita, admitting that she had made mistakes in the past, having chosen the wrong spell or too strong for the threat she faced then.
During the little chat between the masked hero and girl in the chai.
Bufnita's body and costume began to emit small glimpses of barely visible smoke, her fingers even through the quanta emit sparks of fire.
"I just sent you the map of the ventilation duct, I was able to highlight the rooms with a ventilation grille. We are lucky the hostage room is one of these rooms." Violet said in a happy and hopeful tone. Hoping that the situation can be resolved without innocent blood flowing.
Bufnita looked at the map she received on her Cyberpunk Computer screen, memorizing the potion and the deployment of the ventilation ducts.
"Within a minute, communications with me will be cut off during the entrance.
Keep an eye on the robbers and regularly update me on their location using the cameras inside the bank. "Arkan said, wanting Violet to take care of monitoring enemy forces.
'The playing field may be different, the roles and positions of the pawns have changed, but it remains the same old game as always.
I am the Lightning Bruiser who will fight on the front lines, Violet is my scout, Amity is my Black Mage, Shadow Luz is my Jack-of-All-Stats. ' He thought of Bufnita in terms of Dungeon & Dragon, a childish and useful method for himself to recap the situation he is facing.
The Masked Warlock is confident of his success not only for having faced far worse situations in the past, but mostly because he is not alone.
Violet may be a novice, but as far as Arkan is concerned, Vee is an intelligent girl who can accomplish her task.
Certainly Shadow Luz and Shadow Amity are not her true friends but they are sentient simulacra close to real business, even if they are currently limited to a supporting role.
"The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it." Arkan said, leaning forward towards a certain ventilation pipe.
His entire body turned into a cloud of smoke and ash, easily passing through the ventilation grille, floating / running into the ventilation system.
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Inside the hostage chamber, a large room for bank management meetings, there are several dozen ducks, ducks, dogs and cats.
Each of them went to the bank for financial matters and remained against their will, held at gunpoint by violent criminals who nearly shot someone.
Among all these individuals is Donald Duck, the most unfortunate duck in the world.
Donald wanted to get a loan to repair his houseboat, his oldest grandson, Huey, decided to come with him to help complete the forms.
When Donald's turn came to talk to one of the bankers and the robbery happened.
Keeping Huey close to him, Donald prayed that none of the criminals would recognize him as Scrooge McDuck's grandchildren, this revelation could worsen the situation to absurd levels.
Donald's unfortunate decided not to give him peace, when one of the robbers who are in charge of keeping them good looked badly, he received a blow in the face and Huey almost got shot because of the bad temper inherited by Donald himself.
Now the situation has calmed down, but how long will it last?
Donald wrapped his arms around Huey who is crying silently in his chest.
The loving uncle is trying to give a footprint of comfort to his frightened child.
Certainly, Huey has seen a lot of scary things since he started venturing with Uncle Scrooge.
But the normal threats found in Scrooge's adventures are entirely different.
Treasure Hunters, magical creatures and ancient time traps have a completely different atmosphere, they are dangerous, but they are a manageable danger, even funny in some ways.
Being taken hostage by armed and aggressive robbers is a completely different danger, more real, more frightening and more deadly.
Especially the absence of Uncle Scrooge, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Launchpad, his adventure companions / family makes itself felt heavily for Huey who can only rely on Uncle Donald.
"Dad, will we be able to get away with it?" Huey asked in a low voice, not letting go of Uncle Donald, the only source of security in the entire room.
Donald's heart sinks, if Huey or one of his boys calls him dad it means they're incredibly sad or happy.
In this case Huey must be worried to death, the last time he called her dad was when Louie was hospitalized with a bad infection.
"Everything will be fine, the police or Uncle Scrooge will come to help us." Donald said, in a hopeful tone, wanting to make Huey think they will return home safe and sound.
"What happens if the police don't make it or Uncle Scrooge finds out too late to intervene?" Huey asked, in a trembling voice, not having too much faith in getting along in this situation.
"If the situation is that bad, a masked hero might come to save the day." Donald said, in a nostalgic tone, recalling his heyday. He was a single young man at the time and he didn't have the responsibility of raising three adorable ducklings.
"A masked hero?" Huey asked in a low voice, not understanding what Uncle Donald wants to insinuate about him.
"Before your egg hatched in Duckburg there was a masked hero capable of saving the city from any threat. He was known by many names, Duck Avenger, Paperinik, Pikappa, the defender of Duckburg, the unblemished and fearless paladin that protects his city. " Donald said, how clearly he pronounced the names and titles of the masked hero.
" What happened to him?" Huey asked, less focused on the disaster surrounding him and more attentive to Uncle Donald's words.
"Ten years ago, Duckburg crime reached an all-time low, with no opponents to face, Paperinik has disappeared.
But it is rumored that when evil returns to Duckburg, Paperinik will return to protect his city. "Donald said, in a tone hard to describe, melancholy, bitterness or regret?
'Huey, if I were still Paperinik and if I had the extransformer Shield, I would fight against all my power to save you and pull you from here.
But it's been ten long years since I've hung my cloak on the wall and haven't seriously fought anyone. ' Donald thought, wishing he was no longer as capable as he used to be, the last ten years of inactivity have rusty him.
"Do you think this notorious hero of the past could return today?" Huey asked in a hopeful tone. The normal little duck wouldn't believe this urban legend so easily. But like many other people when they are in danger they begin to believe in anyone.
Donal not wanting to lie to his nephew or even shatter his last hope, simply smiling at Huey who interprets the gesture as a yes.
Looking up at the sky ... ceiling, Donald sees a ventilation grille in the ceiling, without paying attention to what's above his head, he begins to make a quick prayer.
'Xandra, Goddess of Adventure, if you or one of your friends can hear me. I beg you to do something to help my nephew, Huey, get out of this situation unscathed. ' Donald thought, mentally begging for a miracle for Huey's safety and well-being.
At that exact moment a cloud of smoke and ash swooped out of the ventilation grille and hit the floor, narrowly missing to hit Donald and Huey.
The attention of all present, even of the armed robbers, has shifted to the dark cloud that has gathered in a single point.
In front of Donald and Huey, the smoke recomposed into a humanoid silhouette, solidifying, becoming an owl-themed masked hero.
The act itself was so surreal that everyone fell silent for a second, trying to work out what they just witnessed.
"Who the hell are you?" Huey asked quietly, looking at the imposing masked figure standing a few steps away from him and Donald.
Huey's question was the signal that started the dancing.
Bufnita sprinted forward at superhuman speed.
CRACK
The nearest robber couldn't even pull the trigger before he received a punch under the jaw causing him to fly away.
"I am revenge!" Bufnita yelled, grabbing the thug's leg as he was thrown into the air, spinning around to create centrifugal force and using his superior strength.
Bufnita threw the first criminal as if he were a cotton doll, right at one of his fellow robbers.
CLUNK!
The impact was so strong that they both lost consciousness upon impact, gaining a bunch of broken bones in the process.
The masked hero using one of his "opponents" as a living cannonball to halve the number of enemies in the room.
The remaining two criminals, one small and one big, seeing how two of their colleagues have been wiped out, have returned with their feet on the ground and are preparing to open fire.
"I am the night!" Bufnita exclaimed, deciding to use one of his abilities to end the conflict before they can shoot.
In a locked room full of civilians, the likelihood of a ricocheting bullet injuring someone is incredibly serious.
BAMF
As if by magic, Bufnita disappeared in a cloud of pure darkness, leaving behind a puddle of ink and a smell of ash.
"What's going on, the bank is haunted !?" He yelled at the littlest criminal, believing that his actions could draw the wrath of a vengeful spirit.
BAMF
The masked hero instantly reappeared right behind the confused criminal. Without losing the element of surprise, Bufnita throws a powerful punch in the back of the neck of the smaller opponent.
SOCK!
The robber's entire motorcycle helmet snapped into two pieces, revealing the face of an anthropomorphic dog with blurry eyes and a terrified expression.
The criminal, surely having a nightmare-like emotion, made no sound, he simply falls to the ground like a puppet. Here the threads are cut.
"I'm Bufnita!" The masked hero declared aloud, jerking his attention to the big criminal preparing to shoot his rifle.
The owl-themed hero with a smooth, lightning-fast motion throws an owlarang, a bird-shaped shooting weapon that functions as a shuriken.
STUD!
The bird-themed shooting weapon crashed into the trigger area of the rifle, not only damaging the rifle but severing half of the criminal's fingers.
"haaaaaa!" He yelled at the big criminal dropping the shotgun from the wound he inflicted, using his good hand to cover the gash of what remains of his left hand.
"I am victorious!" Bufnita exclaimed, sprinting forward, not giving her enemy a moment's respite.
SOCK!
A deadly sinister knocked out the last armed robber in his meeting room, leaving the hostages alone with Bufnita.
"It's not quite the miracle I was asking for, but it works anyway." Donald muttered, thinking that for once someone had heard his prayer.
I perhaps even more unlikely, Donald had one of the very rare lucky breaks that happen once every few years (decades).
"Now you are safe, because I am here!" Bufnita stated, in a heroic tone, dramatically moving her imaginative cloak.
Donald remained silent to observe the newcomer, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
'Entering through the ventilation system is a classic move. The fight was short, efficient and brutal. Maybe a little too violent for my taste, but they deserve it for threatening my baby. ' Donald thought, trying not to look at the small puddle of blood and the severed fingers of the latest criminal himself on the ground.
'I can say that this Bufnita is an experienced fighter. He managed to knock out the criminals without allowing them to fire a shot and lure their comrades. ' Donald thought, summarizing what he saw, analyzing the movements and moves of the masked owl-themed hero.
"Have any of you been injured or in need of emergency medical attention?" Bufnita asked, in a calm and composed tone, looking at the hostages for injuries.
'Worrying about civilians and asking about their health is a good sign.' Donald thought, continuing to evaluate the masked hero, noting what to see to understand if he can trust him or not.
All the hostages remained silent and still, not knowing what to do in Bufnita. Not every day a person dressed as a superhero steps out of the ventilation grille and brutally punches their armed kidnappers.
"My Uncle Donald was shot in the head a short time ago by one of those bad guys." Huey declared, pointing to one of the two criminals who is unconscious one on the high, surely the Karma is brutal and quick towards them.
"Has anyone other than the sailor been injured and in need of a quick medical check?" Bufnita asked, wanting to know if he has to deal with a single person or several people.
The hostages have begun to nod or mutter various words about how well they are.
"I'll be honest with you. I'm Bufnita, a masked vigilante with strange abilities, this is my first official operation in Duckburg." Bufnita stated, offering her stage name, his profession and the reason why none of them have ever heard of her before.
All this to put civilians to the fore and make them feel trust in him.
'This explains why a person dressed in such a costume was not spotted anywhere.' Donald thought, remembering how fast news travels to Duckburg.
"I want to get you out of here and bring each of the criminals in this Abominable bank to justice." Bufnita has loudly stated his intentions, as well as delivered the code word for Shadow Amity to act.
Slowly a dark purple slime emerges from Bufnita's shadow, forming a simple, crude door.
"This door will take you to the top of the roof, where the firefighters will pick you up in the next few hours." Bufnita said, presenting the exit ticket for the hostages.
Of course, none of the civilians ran through the muddy door created by a masked stranger who claims to be a hero.
'Magic, this can be very bad or very bad.' Donald thought, looking at the magical portal Bufnita created, trying to figure out what kind of magic he is using.
"This trick of mine works once a day and doesn't last long.
You can run away and be picked up by reputable law enforcement officers or be stuck in a violent confrontation between armed criminals and me. "Bufnita said, knowing full well which keys to press to get people to listen to her words.
In less than a minute in the meeting room there are four unconscious and beaten up criminals, a masked hero and two ducks.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Bufnita." Huey gave thanks to the masked hero, feeling as if he had met Scrooge again for the first time.
"No problem, this is my job to save the innocent and punish the wicked." Bufnita replied, trying to look friendly and approachable, not wanting to scare the kid dressed in red.
"Bufnita, five people are approaching the room you are in, I think they are making the shift change!" Violet hastily stated through the communication system that trouble is coming soon.
"Hurry and run away, the bank is about to become a battlefield." Bufnita stated, grabbing Huey and pushing him straight through the portal.
Before the masked hero could do the same to Donald, Abominable Teleportation door melted into a mere puddle of purple slime.
"Aw, phooey!" Donald exclaimed, quite sure that his misfortune decided to return at the worst possible moment.
At that moment the doors of the room snapped open, a group of five armed criminals entered as if they were ruling the world.
Seeing the room devoid of hostages, their defeated comrades and two suspicious people in the middle of the center.
RATATA!
The thugs opened fire without hesitation.
XXX
End of episode one: The madman, the angel and the ducks.
The story continues in the next episode.