Discipline. Logic. Control. Those are traits that a superhero needs. Petra knows this deep down. Passion is all well and good, but it doesn't save lives effectively. She had learned how to balance the two, to stay Petra while working as the Fox.
But those clever self-taught lessons are forgotten, thrown back into the deepest recesses of her mind. Right now her subconscious is roaring like a lion, demanding blood.
"Where is he?" She growled as she pinned the villain to the ground with her boot. "And how do you know his name?"
"Levi's dead, plain and simple."
"Petra crashed her foot into their throat. "You don't get to use his name, now tell me where you guys are keeping him!"
"The villain spat up blood. "I'm not lying, and I'm not the one who attacked him."
"Liar!" She pulled her leg up to drop another kick, but in that short amount of time, her enemy escaped.
"I tried warning you, Fox! I try every time!"
"Stop with the excuses," Rage blinded Petra as she raced to catch them again. She would break their bones, crush their skull, anything to return the pain they caused her.
"I used to think we could stop this, but Fate is a cruel bitch ain't she?" They dodged her sloppy moves without batting an eye.
"Don't play with that cryptic shit! He would have been safe at home if you hadn't attacked my office!"
"No he wouldn't. Don't you see every time something different ends up killing him?" Their was a crack in their voice that hadn't been there before. "Don't you see that no matter what I do, nothing will change. I used to think like you did, but I just can't avoid reality anymore."
"Petra's anger started to waver a bit. "What are you talking about? Just who are you?"
Her opponent removed their mask to reveal a set of hazel eyes identical to her's. "A you who has tried to stop this so many times that I don't even know if I'm human anymore."