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Chapter 37: Mime, Part 2
Chat Noir landed behind the Mime, baton extended and ready for a fight. If he hadn't been soaking wet, he'd probably would have looked cool.
"You know, I was really looking forward to the play," Chat Noir commented.
Mime scowled and shot his hose towards Chat Noir. Chat Noir dodged the stream of invisible water, and extended his baton towards Mime.
Mime mimed a shield, and Chat Noir's baton collided with something solid. Chat Noir unextended his baton, then slid the end under Mime's arm and yanked his shield away.
Mime began miming something else, but Chat Noir didn't give him a chance. He extended his baton right into the supervillian's chest, knocking the Mime off his feet. His hat tumbled off his head as he hit the road.
"Maybe this will be easy after all," Chat Noir noted, extending the baton towards the hat.
Mime mimicked a wall in front of him, and Chat Noir's baton hit something solid once again. Mime lifted his hands up, mimed biting something, and the wall fell away.
Chat Noir's baton barely touched the hat when a grenade exploded in front of him. He was sent flying back, slamming into a building. His vision blurred for a second.
When his vision cleared, Mime was closing in. Chat Noir reached for his baton, and panicked when he realized it was halfway across the street.
Move. Chat Noir pushed through the pain and launched himself across the street. Just as his hand closed around his baton, he felt something tug on his ankle.
The rope tightened, but Chat Noir used his enhanced balance and his tail to keep his balance. He twisted, grabbed the rope with his free - and unfortunately injured - hand and yanked as hard as he could. Mime's eyes widened as he lurched forward.
Chat Noir grinned. "Looks like two can play at this game."
Ladybug landed on top of the bus, leaned over the roof, and tapped on the door.
The troupe leader and bus driver gave her confused and concerned looks, but they let her in.
"Ladybug?" The leader asked.
"Your lead actor just got akumatized," Ladybug explained. "I need to get you to safety."
"Fred?" The leader said. "I knew he was upset, but-"
"It's my fault," the understudy piped up. "I told him to meet us at-"
The bus collided with something solid, sending everyone inside up to the front.
Ladybug pushed herself back up, ignoring the pain in her ankles. She turned to the shattered window to see what happened.
The bus had collided with two smaller cars, causing a car wreck in the middle of an intersection.
"Everybody okay?" Ladybug called. The troupe leader, bus driving, and understudy were all bruised and cut from the glass, but no one looked too badly injured.
"Go help them!" Another actor cried.
Ladybug launched herself through the broken window and checked the first car. The driver was fine, but trapped. She glanced at the next car, where the driver and passenger were looking at her expectedly.
If no one was in serious risk, then she should be able to leave them, right?
Ladybug dialed the police on her yo-yo. "There's a car wreck but I don't have time to deal with it." She hung up, knowing from experience that that was enough for the police, and paused with her yo-yo in her hand.
An idea that had been forming for a long time resurfaced, but Ladybug doubted she had time. How long could Chat Noir keep Mime busy?
It's probably better for him to fight Mime a little longer, than to have to keep fighting akumas over and over again, Ladybug realized. If this helps us...
Chat Noir sneezed, wishing Hawk Moth's memory hadn't improved so much. But no, Mime had to go and mime bread crumbs, and now he was being attacked by birds.
Chat Noir extended his baton. Blinded by his allergies, he was forced to make a wild guess where Mime was.
His baton hit something solid. The birds startled and flew off, making a ruckus and leaving feathers everywhere.
Chat Noir sneezed. Mime leaned over and mimed turning a faucet, and then grabbed something with his hand.
Chat Noir launched himself at Mime and slammed his baton into roughly where the imagined hose was. He leaned causally on his baton, watching Mime's frustration at the hose not working.
"You know, it looks like we're evenly matched," Chat Noir noted. "So how about we call it a tie and let it all go?"
Mime snarled. He mimed a large circle, and then plugging in a wire. He flipped a switch, and a mass of air slammed into Chat Noir. His torso ached as he hit a building full-force again.
Mime pulled at something with his teeth, and Chat Noir recognizes the gesture.
"Not again," Chat Noir decided. He split his baton and sent one half flying towards Mime.
The baton collided midair with something invisible, and the mimed grenade exploded - this time sending Mime flying backwards.
"Sorry about that," Chat Noir apologized, walking to where Mimes hat was rolling away. Before he reached it, it stopped at someone else's feet.
"And to think I was worried about you," Ladybug said, leaning down to pick up the hat. She grabbed the picture from its slot, and ripped it in two.
Alya rushed out of the building, her phone buzzing in her pocket. Who was calling her now?
Shooting a worried look back at the hostages she had left, Alya grabbed her phone and was surprised when an old notification came up, prompting her to check an old video.
Alya clicked on the video, and Ladybug's face appeared.
"Alya Cesaire, I need your help."
Thank you so much!