It was a ridiculous question.<br/><br/>Of course she wanted to give it a try.<br/><br/>Ripping down the busy city streets in the middle of rush hour traffic simply added some flavor to the ‘first try.’ The high tech cycle was weaving through and around and between cars and trucks as Lana found another source of adrenaline that she normally suppressed in her civilian identity. So shy and introverted in her personal life, she let it all hang out as soon as she shrouded her identity in her ‘Buster’ vigilante guise.<br/><br/>However she was still holding back.<br/><br/>Mostly for Alexis’ sake.<br/><br/>And the nature of the holding back mainly had to do with the fact that Lana didn’t mention to Alexis she didn’t have a license to operate a motorcycle, that in fact she had no idea she was going twice the speed limit, and ultimately that despite her martial background, she had no actual plan for when they arrived at the bank. What she did deign to communicate to Cyshield though was something almost equally important.<br/><br/>“I can’t believe your spooning me in public right now...” Lana said with a giggle, her voice barely able to shout over the wind ripping over their faces. Her comment was more for her own benefit though, helping defray the nervousness she felt before every criminal encounter. She was always afraid, but was able to control and suppress the fear, and not show one whit of it during the engagement. Another way she obviously confronted with the fear was by engaging in more death defying maneuvering and demonstrated it quite aptly by kicking up the accelerator even more, and was amazed that she was rewarded with even more acceleration as she darted between two semi tractor trailers and up ahead, could see a pair of police sirens indicating the bank robbery up ahead.<br/><br/>“Here we go!” Buster then said, busting out of the traffic lane and with precise handling, heading into the parking lot, narrowly avoiding crashing into the curb, before applying a steady brake to the bike. Only too late did she realize she underestimated her speed and didn’t notice a wooden barricade set up across the banks parking lot.<br/><br/>“Uh oh,” she quipped randomly, closing her eyes as she braked, realizing the collision would be unavoidable and futilely hoping that closing her eyes somehow would provide vehicular deliverance.<br/><br/>It didn’t, the reinforced construction of the motorcycle did however, smashing through the wooden police railing of the barricade with ridiculous ease before the motorcycle rolled to a stop just a few feet short of the pair of police cruisers parked at the banks entrance. The motorcycle also proved exceptionally quiet, as it seemed the snapping of the barricade caused the officer, currently braced behind the front end of her squad car, to suddenly twirl about, aiming her pistol at them all of a sudden.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry, we’re the good guys,” Buster said triumphantly, as if they had already won.<br/><br/>“Then why are you aiming your guns at me?” the cop asked, her trembling finger planted on the trigger guard of her pistol thankfully. As opposed to the actual trigger.<br/><br/>Buster gave the cop a quizzical look before Cyshield muttered something underbreath and Lana glanced down, realizing their super cycle did have mounted weapons on it and during the ‘commute’ she had unintentionally activated the weapon systems. “Oops,” she said with a bit of amateurish embarrassment as she stared at the motorcycles dash and realizing she had no idea what to do to turn the weapons off.<br/><br/>Instead she just dismounted the bike, leaving her smarter companion to figure it out. “We’re here to help,” Lana then said confidently as she peered at the bank and realizing the tinted windows revealed nothing.<br/><br/>The police officer turned back to the bank, taking cover behind her vehicles engine block again. “We have reports of shots fired, but according to the security feed in the bank, they’re attacking each other, not the hostages.”<br/><br/>“Well that’s good,” Buster said, also crouching behind the car.<br/><br/>“Yeah... it means we don’t have to go in there,” the cop said. “Two police officers against two supervillains is crappy odds,” she added, nodding over to the only other car that responded. Another lone cop, this one toting a pump action shotgun, was kneeling behind his engine block respectively.<br/><br/>Buster’s eyes lit up at the mention of supervillains.<br/><br/>“Sweet,” she said softly.<br/><br/>“What?” the cop asked.<br/><br/>“Uh nothing...” Buster grunted.<br/><br/>Just then the other cop barked something and both the cops and heroines focused on the tinted glass of the front doors as over the radio, a dispatcher confirmed one of the perpetrators was heading for the front doors. Buster immediately glanced back to Cyshield, and tried to give her a re-assuring glance, though her own eyes looked rather nervous as she faced forward again.<br/><br/>Both the cops and heroines waited for the door to open. But it never did.<br/><br/>It shattered.<br/><br/>A blast of chemically freezing snow erupted forth from the glass double doors, shattering the reinforced facade as a column of blue and white careened towards the car the three ladies were taking cover behind. Without even firing, the female cop ducked behind her vehicle as Buster immediately sprinted off to the rear corner of the suddenly rocked car, apparently looking for a flank to approach. The cop was screaming as her vehicle rocked, the other side of the car freezing up and then visibly caving inward from the sheer kinetic force of the villains frost cannon.<br/><br/>“Need backup!” the cop cried before she started to crawl away, not wanting to get caught in the blast when her car was finally totaled.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the other cop was ducking behind his vehicle as apparent ice spikes thudded into the side of the second cruiser, with others shattering the cars siren and shredding its front tires. The male cop however was rolling across the ground to the rear of his vehicle and then suddenly popped up from behind the trunk and responded with three quick pump action blasts of his shotgun.<br/><br/>A grunt came from the front of the bank as suddenly the frost flavored assault came to an abrupt end.<br/><br/>An icy vapor slowly dispersed only to reveal a shadowy silhouette leaning against the front facing of the bank, as a blue skinned male wearing some appropriately ridiculous white costume glanced down at his now frayed chestplate, apparently struck but the solid slugs of the cops weapon. “You ruined my costume you asshole!” the villain growled in rage as he raised an arm mounted cannon at the cop. “Now you’re going to face the full freezing power of Frostbolt...jerk!”<br/><br/>“That wasn’t full power,” Buster said with a cry of alarm as she suddenly clambered over the car, as opposed to simply walking around it and sprinted towards the now distracted supervillain. “I got this Cyshield. No worries,” she then said with rather arrogant confidence.<br/><br/>The frost cannon had already discharged though, as a literal shockwave of blue tinged snow erupted from the weapon. A blizzard like wall surged across the ground, slamming into the police car and sending it flying into the air like a toy. The cop meanwhile let out a terrified scream as he started to sprint away, until he too was hit by the kinetic force of the blast and flung into an uncontrollable forward roll across the hard pavement.<br/><br/>“STOP IT YOU ANGRY.... SMURF!” Buster suddenly cried out, hoping to distract the supervillain from finishing off the cop.<br/><br/>It worked, as Frost Bolt turned his head and his frost cannon towards the oncoming heroine charging straight at her. Producing a pair of wooden escrima sticks in her hands, she flung one at the mans right arm which was holding the still discharging frost cannon and knocked it aside before leaping up into the air. Within a split second she had closed the final few feet and delivered a flying knee to the right shoulder of the the heavily muscled blue skinned villain.<br/><br/>Lana grunted. She was aiming for his head, but... even though her battle computer told her it was possible, Lana’s own skills at that moment hadn’t quite passed muster. Frost Bolt staggered back as Buster’s battle computer hypothesized and theorized within fractions of seconds, a dozen different hand to hand combat techniques she could use engage in. The readouts and suggestions flashed across her eyes via her goggles as Lana instinctively chose the most appealing path.<br/><br/>Frost Bolt growled, sweeping out a heavily muscled right arm, still mounting the cannon on it and seemingly intended to swat aside the impudent heroine. But before he had even started to execute the move, Lana and her battle computer both predicted the simple maneuver he was about to execute and was offering several possible parries, blocks, ripostes or disarms.<br/><br/>Disarms...<br/><br/>He was armed after all.<br/><br/>She leaped up off her feet, her body contorting in mid air in what looked like a backflip but her body remained horizontal as she spun in the air until she faced downward. One of her feet kicked downward, connecting hard with the side of the villains face, while her arms wrapped around his arm and the cannon mounted on it. There were latches, and clips, too much for her to unstrap and properly disarm. But she also knew if this cannon was strapped to his arm, wherever the cannon went, the arm would follow. Within a second of leaping upwards, her arms and legs wrapped around the villains right arm as she locked her limbs around him in a perfectly executed flying armbar while making sure her head was well clear of the business end of his cannons muzzle.<br/><br/>She pushed her hips in, pressing them against his outer elbow, causing his joint to hyperextend painfully while at the same moment smashing the point of her other escrima stick into an important looking, because it was blinking, part of his frost cannon and smashed it.<br/><br/>Buster almost felt happy, until the physically strong villain showed his own physical strength and swatted his right arm into the pavement, slamming Buster to the ground and causing her back to flare up in pain. She let go of his arm, as Frost Bolt quickly stepped back and then aimed his icicle pistol at her. Buster let out a cry of alarm, as the slamming impact had momentarily caused her battle computer to turn to static, as the heads up display in her goggles only showed static.<br/><br/>Kinetic impacts happened a lot in her line of work and yet, sophisticated computers weren’t made for such arduous combat. It was a problem she always tried to mitigate but was hard to solve.<br/><br/>It was all up to her now. Thankfully, even without her battle computer, Buster was still a highly skilled martial artist. She decided on her own best course of action and delivered an upkick to Frost Bolt’s groin, only to hit something hard instead. The villain grunted, staggered for a moment and then offered her a smirk through the pain. “Yeah... I wear a cup...” he stated before firing his gun.<br/><br/>“CYYYYYYYY,” Lana suddenly cried out in pain, as an icicle thudded into the meat of her upper right leg. With a howl of pain, she kicked out with her left leg, knocking the pistol aside and letting it skitter across the pavement, only to have him smash her into the ground with his still cannon mounted right arm and causing her to suddenly tense up in pain, temporarily taking her out of the fight.<br/><br/>From the initial assault by Buster, to this moment, only a matter of seconds had passed, as Frost Bolt started to wonder if he had seen two or just one heroine on that motorcycle.<br/>