Klarion had shocked her twice and both times had sent her crashing into the grimy pavement. He grinned now at her bloody face, but in no way had expected her to shoot up as she did, bouncing back from the magic with little hesitation. Without giving him the chance this time, her foot shot up and connected not with his face but his groin. The pain was enough to make Klarion collapse immediately and heave. He was on the ground long enough for her to jump wall to wall in the alleyway, bouncing between buildings until she reached the rooftops and disappeared into the night. When finally he was able to move, he kept it to a minimum. She was too far for him to take his revenge now, or else he would give her the most painful death he could imagine. But as he opened his eyes and lifted his head, there it was; her intricate mask, still lying where it had fallen after he had kicked it from her face. It was then that he smiled because he knew she would pay.
Rag Doll, or Avery Anderson as her f