The hollow thud of the container smacking into the wall rang through the air and shook the warehouse. The sheer force of the blow has twisted and crumpled the metal container into a useless shape. Had the Scarlet Sentinel been caught by that blow, she would've had trouble freeing herself. The woman in her black and red bodysuit was a heroine though, and not so easily caught. Spectre's chains struggled to free themselves as Samantha dashed over the unstable ground of the shifting metal being tugged beneath her feet. One blade-tipped murder chain got loose before the others, but missed Scarlet as she kicked herself off the shipping container and into the air. Spectre raised her arm, managing to get another chain free and whipping it back through the air. The desperate strike lacked control, and the chain simply went over Sentinel's head to crash a window.<br/><br/>The villainess had attempted to lift in the air during her desperate strikes, but the scarlet sentinel met her head-on and dragged her down to the floor with a heavy smack that knocked the air out of spectre's lungs and turned her vision white briefly. The stunned villain briefly tried to resist the grip pinning her wrists, but Samantha immediately discovered the woman wielding those fearsome chains had no more strength in her arms than the average person. Spectre groaned at the pain flaring through her back, twice she'd hit the ground hard. It was actually pretty hard for her to fight the flaring pain and stay conscious.<span style="color: #8000ff">"No... no more need for violence..."</span>The woman pinned beneath Scarlet Sentinel said.<br/><br/>Her hood had fallen down, revealing a deadly pale but quite pretty face with pure white shoulder-length hair. Glowing eyes revealed themselves to be glowing irises. Pools of ghostly white floating in a black ocean. A dark blush coloured Spectre's cheeks, and black blood leaking from her nose was smeared in an ugly way over her clearly lipstick red lips and chin.<span style="color: #8000ff">"The fight's over."</span>Spectre repeated, looking firmly now at Samantha as her senses were getting back to her body.<span style="color: #8000ff">"After all, you've breathed in a decent dose of this power disabling drug from this handy evaporator I brought along. Works wonders against you mutantgene folk. Courtesy of NanoMed, of course."<br/>
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"They fear you, y'know."</span>The villainess stated. Her bladed chains drawing close and looming in the biting mist around the pair while Sentinel suddenly found something attempting to trap her hands.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You heroes... they're terrified of the day you fall and turn to evil." </span>Smaller, silver chains crawled from Spectre's sleeves, up Scarlet Sentinel's arms in an attempt to trap her limbs.<span style="color: #8000ff">"So they make these anti-hero weapons as 'insurance' in the case you or other heroes go rogue. Nobody wants a demi-god suddenly deciding he should rule the world or create world peace or something. Bad people getting their hands on toys like these and using them against heroes like this? An affordable risk."<br/>
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"It's sad, really. You're pretty and kinda funny. You deserved better than being in the superhero shit business."</span>The chains now tugging on Scarlet Sentinel's wrists would normally be rather easy to break for someone with her strength, but those chains were surprisingly insistent about pulling Scarlet's arms up to hang them up on one of the bladed chains acting as a hook.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>