<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Any<br/><strong>Warning</strong>: N/A<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br/><hr/>Nightshade loved the attention, posing and waving to the crowd as she waited for her group to start. Her skin-hugging black super-suit felt hot in the sun, but she wasn't about to request a delay. Nights could be hot too.<br/><br/>Then it was 'Go!' and she was running. Fast, if not super-fast, her suit-assisted legs eating up the ground to the first obstacle. She hurdled the barriers with ease, showing off with a quick somersault over the last. Confronted with a wall, she couldn't resist further showing off by literally running up it. It was a bit of a strain, barely using her arms, but then she was up onto the platform.<br/><br/>From the platform to the next was a choice, overhead rings or a tightrope. Nightshade hesitated for a moment, not trying to decide which was easier but which would look more impressive. Then she ran along the tightrope as easily as if it was a road. From the other platform, she jumped to the ground, absorbing the impact in a classic three-point superhero landing. The suits enhancements helped her absorb the impact, saving her knees.<br/><br/>She was sweating now. A pool of water came next, with stepping stones like plastic toadstools on springs. They swung and lurched as she dashed across it, and she longed to 'accidentally' fall off for a cooling dip, but pride wouldn't let her. Maintaining a perfect rhythm, she made it across dry.<br/><br/><em>Anyway, how do I know that's really water?</em><br/><br/>The toadstools were followed by the gauntlet of guns. Half-a-dozen animatronic Al Capones popped up and began playing their Chicago pianos.<br/><br/><em>Someone likes the classics!</em><br/><br/>Nightshade flipped and dodged through the bullets, avoiding almost all of them.<em>Almost.</em>One clipped her rear when she mistimed her dodge. Her suit stopped it penetrating, but it still provoked an instinctive yell of pain.<br/><br/><em>OW! No sitting for me tonight!</em><br/><br/>Scowling now, Nightshade ran on, barely slowed by the bruise that was rapidly forming beneath her suit. She treated a barrier of swirling blades with contempt, actually using it as footholds for another impressive jump. The long, dark, twisty tube was almost an anticlimax; probably intended to trigger either nyctophobia, claustrophobia, or both, but she suffered from neither. Then it was up a final wall -<em>Didn't they already test this?</em>and hitting a button on the final platform.<br/><br/>Red-faced and perspiring freely, Nightshade checked her time.<br/><br/><em>That'll do nicely.</em><br/><br/>She waved to the crowd again, drinking in the applause.