She recovered wonderfully, flipping with the force of the blow to land on her feet, two metal claws sticking out from each of her hands and a murderous gleam in her eye.
"Looks like this will be more fun than I originally anticipated," she hissed out, falling into a martial arts stance just as Klaus climbed his way off of the car, Amity already forming that protective shield around him.
"Does anyone tell you that shit hurts?" he asked Lady, cracking his back with a wince visible through Amity's mask.
"We're here to please, lady." Peggy quipped, with a completely different voice coming from her suit than she'd had last week. Another change. "You alright over there, Amity?" She called, her eyes never leaving the woman as she hovered a few feet from the ground, readying herself for another attack.
"I'm fine," he grumbled, snaking around so he was behind the Lady, the two sandwiching her between them.
"This will get that bastard Wolverine's attention," Deathstrike growled, more to herself than Klaus and Peggy.
((?))
"I always thought he was kinda cool, but to each their own, I guess." Peggy mused casually, eyes flickering around their surroundings. While focusing on the immediate threat was a good idea, she wasn't about to let innocent bystanders get caught in the crossfire. She raised one of her arms, powering up to fire off a beam of energy.
(It's the ranking system they use on the Marvel website)
The woman wisely chose to dive to the right, towards a group of cowering schoolchildren. Instead, the beam blasted barely a inch away from Klaus's head.
"Fuck, w-" Deathstrike interrupted the sentence by leaping into the air, bringing the claw of her left hand down into the shoulder of Peggy's armor.
"Shit." Peggy cursed, thanking the metal that somewhat made it harder for the claws to dig into her shoulder. That didn't do much, though. She activated the thrusters in the suit, shooting up in an attempt to get Deathstrike on uneven terrain.
Instead, she hung on tightly to the suit, leaving Klaus unable to help on the ground. The Lady's left arm snaked around the neck of Peggy and lurched as hard as she could, throwing them both wildly off course.
The suit spun wildly, attempting to shake her off. Ideas flashed through Peggy's head sporadically, none of them likely to work. Except for one. She nosedived, straight for the ground in the middle of the now-empty street at a startling speed.
Klaus watched the two fly erratically through the air,his head still spinning from the aggressive meeting with the car.
"Shit, shit, shit," he growled as they headed for the ground, running towards the projected landing spot without a clue what he was about ti do.
(I have no clue what she's about to do)
((She's going with the first plan that has any chance of success, and that is slamming herself and Lady Deathstrike(metal as fuck name tho) into the ground))
I'll be feeling this in the morning. Was the first thought that flashed through Peggy's head, eyes fixated on the upcoming pavement. With a sickening sound, she hit the ground, creating a small crater.
Lady's claws dislodged just before impact, slamming to the ground next to Peggy with equal force.
"Oh, fuck!" Klaus shouted, skidding down the wall of the crater and kneeling down beside Peggy as Lady groaned. "Please, please, please be okay."
Peggy snorted, followed by a hiss of pain. "God, that didn't feel too good." She quipped, propping her arms underneath her to try and push herself up.
Klaus had no time to respond, for the Lady had already gotten back to her feet. He eyed the claws warily, desperately wishing for a suit like Peggy's. "Why won't you die?"
"Austin Powers," Deathstrike said, wiping a bit of blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her left hand. "Joke away, boy. You won't be talking very soon."
She lunged forward and swiped at him with a claw, which he very clumsily dodged before scrambling out of the crater.
"And to think, all we wanted was to have some normal fun." Peggy mused, slowly managing to stand. Walk it off, walk it off. A sharp pain in her shoulder almost made her wince, but she managed to choke it down. Helmet or not, she didn't doubt this woman's ability to tell when someone was weak.
She ignored Peggy for the moment, once again going after the biggest threat posed to her. He was surprisingly capable of at least keeping up with the Lady as she pressed forward, constantly swiping and slashing at him with a ridiculous amount of aggression. Everything was on automatic as he melted into the fight. Each swipe that missed its target gave him a feeling of intense euphoria and each punch he blocked gave him more and more confidence that he could beat her. He even ventured to throw a punch of his own, and didn't miss the irony when it sent her flying into another parked car, setting the emergency alarms off in the process.
((Sksksksk I'm legit typing a response rn I'm ssooorrryyy. I got caught up re-reading a book I've read five+ times))
Peggy stayed out of the way, knowing she'd just be in the way, and to give herself a moment to even be useful. She'd seen Klaus fight before, but it still shocked her just how good he was at it. As soon as he sent her flying, she powered up another blast of energy.
The Lady rolled away just before it reached her. The blast instead decided to tear through the gas tank of the poor SUV, sending what was left of it flying 30 feet into the air. Klaus used the distraction to his advantage, leaping forward, grabbing Deathstrike by the collar of her shirt, and throwing her head first into a wall. The symbiote smiled wickedly as they approached the prone figure a, fist reared back in preparation. Then….BOOM! The sound of a gunshot. Klaus shouted in pain and put a hand to his shoulder as the Lady stood once again, a cut dripping blood from her hairline and a pistol in he right hand, aimed at Klaus.
