Frank Castle could claim to be as cold as stone to reflect his methods, but Kate is well aware that no person endures what he does if they don't have a heart. No person tells a stranger that their late father would be proud and that what they do is needed. There's a reason why Matt trusts him and in less than half an hour he's already made his way into Kate's long list of people she likes. Instant BBFs, that's how it's done. She makes a mental note, promising herself that in the future she'll get all three of them friendship bracelets to watch Frank squirm.
Simply nodding and making faces in the background as Matt teased Castle, Kate was thankful for how this little breather shook out some of the anxiety off her body. As trained as she is, so are the guys of the task force and each of them is probably twice as a big, more than twice her weight. Every shot needs to be perfect.
Matt has probably noticed it too, the way her body speaks more than her silly words and jokes do. He comes to her and, after a brief touch, gives her something very precious. Like his God, her father might not be able to speak to her directly, but she needs to have faith too on what Matt says. Faith on what they do.
"Be careful, Red," she whispers with a playful cadence as she goes to take her position outside with Frank.
The world is dark and quiet for a while, it's hard to tell for how long. It's impressive, because even though a whole van of these men is without a doubt about to burst through Matt's door, they are indeed quiet. Kate second guesses herself, sure that she's heard a door creaking. Is her mind playing tricks giving her what she can't wait for any longer? Are those steps? How many?
Kate looks at Frank, mirroring her position as he waits by the other side of the balcony's door. Like Matt, he doesn't need to see, but he's probably already figured a body count. She can see it in the way he's focused, the man is a professional. Kate on the other hand, she's inexperienced still. Completely blind. Depends on Matt's cue.
It all happens at once. The men approaching the balcony, making her hold her breath. Changing their mind and turning around, surprised as Matt crashes down through the skylight. With the end of her bow, Kate smashes the door's window, arrow at the ready. She shoots a net, capturing two of the men surrounding Daredevil, the darkness in the apartment lighting up briefly as electricity runs through the wires and shocks them unconcious. One by one, she hits them on arms, shoulders, shoulderblades and even kneecaps before they hide in every corner, taking every piece of shelter as Matt and Frank hunt them out. The lights of every shot surrounds the men fighting like fireflies in hell's garden.
Kate jumps into that chaos. She notices him, a blur of red that crosses a room full of shouting and shooting. He's fine despite of the shot he took earlier. Regaining her focus, she fights men without faces and takes her share of punches despite of how she does anticipate a good bunch of their moves. Castle is near and, even tough Kate is keeping distance to let him do his thing, she glances his way in the exact moment a man holds up the barrel of his submachine gun, ready to take a perfect shot.
"Frank!" With a swing of her metallic bow, she hits the officer right across the head and knocks him down. Castle, who had been on the floor and wrestling another one, jerks his knife up as blood and pieces fly across the room. The blood of one of his victims sprays everything, hitting Kate right on the face. Shocking her. It's a mistake, a pause only interrupted by how strong arms wrap around her throat to try and knock her out.
She fights and whrites, kicking her legs desperatedly until, hitting the wall with both her feet, she makes the guy holding her lose his balance and hit the back of his head against Matt's kitchen island.
The task force is almost down and things become less and less confusing. Pulling arrows from her quiver, every shot is far more calculated now, making those that Matt has beaten stay down in the ground as she continues hitting feet and limbs, immobilizing them while Matt kicks weapons off their reach.
It finally feels like more familiar territory. This is what they do. How they work as a team.
Glass crackles under her boots as she slowly scouts the apartment, one last arrow flying across and right over a fallen Frank, hitting an officer square on the hand and nailing him to the wall.
Matt checks on them, calling their names. All three of them are out of breath, completely beaten, but alive and relatively in one piece.
"I'm good," Kate calls back as she holds onto what's left of his couch, leaning into it for a second. The bruises are swelling already and, as adrenaline eases off, her body starts letting her know.
[ooc: Don't worry, I'm the same and don't get enough chances to give this kinda scene a go, oddly enough considering the genre we play in. Hope this worked!]
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Simply nodding and making faces in the background as Matt teased Castle, Kate was thankful for how this little breather shook out some of the anxiety off her body. As trained as she is, so are the guys of the task force and each of them is probably twice as a big, more than twice her weight. Every shot needs to be perfect.
Matt has probably noticed it too, the way her body speaks more than her silly words and jokes do. He comes to her and, after a brief touch, gives her something very precious. Like his God, her father might not be able to speak to her directly, but she needs to have faith too on what Matt says. Faith on what they do.
"Be careful, Red," she whispers with a playful cadence as she goes to take her position outside with Frank.
The world is dark and quiet for a while, it's hard to tell for how long. It's impressive, because even though a whole van of these men is without a doubt about to burst through Matt's door, they are indeed quiet. Kate second guesses herself, sure that she's heard a door creaking. Is her mind playing tricks giving her what she can't wait for any longer? Are those steps? How many?
Kate looks at Frank, mirroring her position as he waits by the other side of the balcony's door. Like Matt, he doesn't need to see, but he's probably already figured a body count. She can see it in the way he's focused, the man is a professional. Kate on the other hand, she's inexperienced still. Completely blind. Depends on Matt's cue.
It all happens at once. The men approaching the balcony, making her hold her breath. Changing their mind and turning around, surprised as Matt crashes down through the skylight. With the end of her bow, Kate smashes the door's window, arrow at the ready. She shoots a net, capturing two of the men surrounding Daredevil, the darkness in the apartment lighting up briefly as electricity runs through the wires and shocks them unconcious. One by one, she hits them on arms, shoulders, shoulderblades and even kneecaps before they hide in every corner, taking every piece of shelter as Matt and Frank hunt them out. The lights of every shot surrounds the men fighting like fireflies in hell's garden.
Kate jumps into that chaos. She notices him, a blur of red that crosses a room full of shouting and shooting. He's fine despite of the shot he took earlier. Regaining her focus, she fights men without faces and takes her share of punches despite of how she does anticipate a good bunch of their moves. Castle is near and, even tough Kate is keeping distance to let him do his thing, she glances his way in the exact moment a man holds up the barrel of his submachine gun, ready to take a perfect shot.
"Frank!" With a swing of her metallic bow, she hits the officer right across the head and knocks him down. Castle, who had been on the floor and wrestling another one, jerks his knife up as blood and pieces fly across the room. The blood of one of his victims sprays everything, hitting Kate right on the face. Shocking her. It's a mistake, a pause only interrupted by how strong arms wrap around her throat to try and knock her out.
She fights and whrites, kicking her legs desperatedly until, hitting the wall with both her feet, she makes the guy holding her lose his balance and hit the back of his head against Matt's kitchen island.
The task force is almost down and things become less and less confusing. Pulling arrows from her quiver, every shot is far more calculated now, making those that Matt has beaten stay down in the ground as she continues hitting feet and limbs, immobilizing them while Matt kicks weapons off their reach.
It finally feels like more familiar territory. This is what they do. How they work as a team.
Glass crackles under her boots as she slowly scouts the apartment, one last arrow flying across and right over a fallen Frank, hitting an officer square on the hand and nailing him to the wall.
Matt checks on them, calling their names. All three of them are out of breath, completely beaten, but alive and relatively in one piece.
"I'm good," Kate calls back as she holds onto what's left of his couch, leaning into it for a second. The bruises are swelling already and, as adrenaline eases off, her body starts letting her know.
[ooc: Don't worry, I'm the same and don't get enough chances to give this kinda scene a go, oddly enough considering the genre we play in. Hope this worked!]