<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tdMrdNs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Black Canary (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13693706#msg13693706)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham's Crime Alley -> Watchtower Teleporter room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>21 Oct 17; 2000<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batman<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Are we holding tryouts?<br/><hr/><br/>She had the same disciplined approach to combat as he did.  He didn't seem to betray any particular emotion--even surprise--at the attack.  Similarly she didn't seem to show any signs of particular emotion about initiating the combat.  They were both skilled martial artists, both disciplined and honed by their teachers and their own experiences.  Their overall attitudes were certainly miles apart, but their tactical expertise were nearly identical.<br/><br/>It wasn't a surprise to her then that he simply swatted the helmet to the side and stood his ground to prepare for whatever it was that was coming next.  For now the advantage was hers, pressing an attack to force him to react in a way that was advantageous to her.  He was certainly stronger than she was, but she was certain she could make up for that with agility and speed.<br/><br/>She hopped up, using her hands to brace herself to the command console he'd been standing behind, using it like a pommel horse to sling her weight around into a kick towards his chest.