1964-05-03 - Halt! In the Name of Thor
Summary: Donald Blake gains some help in stopping a bank robbery.
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amora thor cassandra starfire 


A simple bank heist would normally call for maybe a small team, of five to six armed men. Get in, smash things up, hopefully get out before the police arrive.

Robbing the New York Diamond Exchange? That's something else entirely. Instead of a six-man team, the NYPD is facing down two dozen metahuman thieves, and they're clearly in over their heads. At least three 'bruiser' types with superior strength and toughness fill their front lines, keeping anyone from successfully entering the Exchange, while indoors the remainder are smashing through storage boxes and cracking safes to get at the loot within. At least one ferrokinetic is unlocking safes with that superhuman touch for the gears and cogs within.

For the third time, Donald Blake is thrown back from the front steps and smashes into a police car with a grunt of pain and shattered glass flying everywhere. He staggers to his feet, shaking his head, and whips his rune-covered hammer in a short circle. Getting past the thugs guarding the door is key to stopping the rest, but he's obviously stymied by the solid defense they offer.

*

Cassandra is in a nearby alley nomming on an apple and generally minding her own business when she hears an awful ruckus. The sound of thunder following wailing bells and alarms is enough to make anyone wonder just what the heck is going on! No One ever told her to stay away from trouble, or even that sirens actually mean trouble for that matter, so she acrobatically makes her way along in the direction of it all. The five foolish girl clears fences and scales walls almost as if they weren't impediments at all, bounding her way along with her hoodie kept guardedly in place to make some effort at being incognito. Calloused fingers and sneakers are great for parkour, and she's a whizz at it!

Cass's eyes would likely saucer at what Thor can do, but she isn't one to take being one upped lightly. Even by the god of thunder and agriculture. She just has to figure out how to approach this situation as she takes survey of it all, fists balling as a plan of approach comes together. Cops and their barricades make great cover for approach, an ambush is her best bet against super tough bad guys.

*

In the chaos of sirens and cops, of fearful men and women just trying to get about their day, Amora appeared. When Donald slammed down the steps and into a car, sending police dogging, she stepped out as if she had always been there. A blink between one second and the next, and she was slipping past the barricade to stand beside Thor.

Not one person seemed to notice the perfect blonde if she desired it, and no one batted an eye at her appearance either. Lime green magic licked up her fingertips as she eyed Donald up and down. "Darling, you do so love to charge headlong into battle." She murmured, green eyes wickedly dancing with amusement as she reached up to trace a hand over his well muscled arm.

"Are they only human in there?"

*

It takes a lot of effort /walking/ around the city, but so far it's kept Starfire out of too much trouble. And given plenty of time to observe Earth culture and social conventions. This however is a new one for her. "Excuse me please new friends," she declares to the street at large. "Might I ask what is happening here? Is this some form of Ear… uhm… some form of theater perhaps?"

The alien princess prods at one of the police barricades curiously, apparently unconcerned by all the chaos and debris.

*

Donald groans and slides off the car, taking a moment to reconstitute himself. He eyes Amora balefully, pushing off the hood to steady himself on his feet. "Now is not the time for flirting, woman," Donald grumbles at the exquisite blonde.

He moves up to the steps of the Exchange again, trying to find a better approach. The three thugs are playing a safe, conservative game— they're not leaving the spot, and their jeers and taunts are clearly making a vein pop out in Donald's thick jaw as he clenches his teeth in frustration. One, maybe two he could take on, but three of them shoulder to shoulder forms a wall only someone swift and agile could bypass.

A cop near Starfire goggles at her a little. "Jeez, lady, get the go-go outfit outta here, this ain't a photoshoot! They're robbing the Exchange! Get back behind the barricades with the rest of the civilians!" he tells the Tamaranean, waving emphatically at the barricades some distance away.

*

Cassandra knows a few things about how to deal with big men, having not had the warmest childhood environment. She makes her way around barricades, then plays her game of hide and seek while approaching the front. If the three are all that's between the warriors and goal within, then she'll just have to see what she can do about them.

The laughter and mockery tells Cassandra they aren't paying attention nearly as well as they should so she goes up the stairs from the side, hugging the wall as best as possible without making a noise. Her grey hoodie might actually make pretty good urban camo here, hiding her peripheral image from the big bruisers. As soon as she gets in reach, she'll make havoc the best way she knows how! First will be the always fashionable crotch shot, then it's making like Bruce Lee in the Chinese Connection with the knee cap action while doing her best not to get hit. If it goes on long enough, she may even try to ride one of the big uglies! Surely face first down a stairway has gotta hurt even these guys…

*

Amora flicked off a piece of dust that seemed to have appeared on Donald's shoulder as he got up. A swirl of her magic enfolding over his clothes and dissipating without a hint that it had been there. Protection upon more protection, woven into his very clothes. She smiled, a simpering pull of her lips as she bounced up right and flashed her teeth.

"Tis always time." She shot back with a flutter of her eyelashes, she stepped away as Donald made his way to go charging back to the fight. For her part, she didn't appear to get chided by the police as the alien princess did.

Then again, if they saw her, perhaps then nothing would be done.

A flicker of power and she appeared just behind the alien woman. "Oh dear, you are rather out of place, aren't you?" She purred, a hand tucked beneath her chin.

*

Starfire tilts her head at the police officer. "Oh. And that is bad? Would you like me to stop them?" she offers politely, her eyes glowing with green energy. "I shall do my best to ensure they are not permanently injured." She simply lifts off the ground, high enough that the barricade is below her feet, then turns to Amora. "Greetings new friend. I am unsure what you mean by out of place. Do you mean I possess no fish?" As she speaks she drifts towards the fight, still with her back turned.

*

Big and strong is one thing, but there's not a lot to be done when a person with Cassandra's level of martial expertise gets you with the ol' double whammy. Knees just aren't meant to bend side to side, and there's no muscle— however strong— supporting them. The man goes down with an agonized scream of pain, clutching his leg.

It gives the surprised Donald a momentary opening. He rushes back into the fray, trading punches and blows with his hammer with the remaining two men. Amora's enchantment absorbs several punches that likely would have knocked him flying otherwise. He swings his hammer by the leather thong in a blurring arc. It smacks the second one in the head, sending him stumbling sideways in disjointed pain. However, the third lunges at Donald and tackles him bodily to the ground with an *oof* from the big Nordic blonde fellow. He immediately starts wrestling with the heavy fellow as best he can, but there's clearly a strength disparity, and one meaty paw locks around Donald's throat.

"*glack*," he says, eloquently, and beats ineffectual on the man's forearm and elbow. He looks up at Starfire as the alien queen soars over, and emits a croaked noise that sounds like 'help' at her.

*

Cassandra goes after the one clobbered by Thor, meaning to make sure he stays out of the fray. Some people can take a blow to the head and smile at you, after all. Or give a brisk shake and be good to go a minute later. She'll take after him much like before, down low and hard.

Cassandra's found their weakness, and that's where she starts. A hard thai style kick impacting her shin against the side of his knee to rearrange the joint unnaturally. An instant later she'll be behind him swifter than any ordinary girl has any right to move slamming a fist at his kidney right before she locks him into a sleeper hold for the finish.

*

Amora seemed less inclined to follow the floating, flying, alien upwards though she continued her leisurely walk about. She had little concern for the fight, much less those involved. "Mmm, no. Fish? My, you are a strange one." She murmured and eyed Donald as he was knocked back and caught beneath the meaty arm. She could easily help, but she knew that magic would seem as cheating to the Thunderer and thus she held her position.

"You should go handle that." She called toward the flying woman above, and flicked her hand in Donald's direction dismissively.

*

"I would be happy to help!" Starfire says brightly, looking down at the two men fighting below. "I would very much like it if you would cease what you are doing." She pauses, hoping for a response, then frowns when the man doesn't stop strangling. "I hope you will remember I asked nicely." Formalities out of the way she spins in the air and brings her fist down twice.

Kori strikes lightly the first time to make sure it's not a regular squishy Earthling, then a full contact strike with her fist glowing green with energy when it becomes apparent this Earthling is much tougher than usual. There is a small explosion as she unleashes a point blank starbolt. And if that doesn't work a few more follow until he stops being quite so rude.

*

Cassandra's first blow works just fine, but when she settles in the chokehold, the big mutant— screaming in pain like his compatriot— ducks his chin down, with enough force to cause considerable pain to Cassandra's slender forearm. He grabs her wrist and pulls at it, hard, breaking her grasp and trying to pull the little monkey off his back so he can pummel her.

At that moment, Donald's attacker is literally blasted into unconsciousness, and the big blonde fellow chokes out a cough. He doesn't sit there appreciating his newfound supply of oxygen, though— he grabs his hammer, and a bit awkwardly, swings it one-handed at the metahuman currently preparing to remove Cassie's arm from the socket. The rune-covered weapon flashes once in the light and connects with the tip of his jaw. Lights out.

Coughing, Donald rises to his feet and beckons the three women onwards. "Come," he rasps. "There are at least two score more inside, and we must ensure none remain that can bring the police to harm. Amora, are you with me?" he asks the blonde Enchantress. He grips his hammer and smacks it against a steel bar, as if sounding a gong, and electricity ripples across his skin. Where it passes, gleaming vambraces and pauldrons appear, armor summoned from nowhere.

With one more throat-clearing *ahem*, Donald rushes into the Exchange and square into a trio of metahumans rushing to aid their friends outside. The orange, flying Tamaranean gets plenty of attention (gunfire) as the most prominent and easiest target to hit. For the moment, Cassandra and Amora have not attracted any attention, giving them license to move about while Donald and Kori deal with the bulk of villainy.

*

Cassandra will take a moment flex her wrist and arm when Thor comes to the rescue, much to her embarrassment. Trying to one up a god only gets you so far, apparently. She'll look grumpily up at him, but say nothing of the matter. Instead, once she's verified that everything's as it should be with her person she'll righten to to follow into the exchange.

Once inside, she doesn't need to be told she's not bullet proof. She takes cover. This is just fine anyway because that means sneaky time once again. She's gotta figure out a way to get close while their attention is on someone who can handle being shot at better than her though, and that's what she gets on for the moment while also gathering pens and the like. They make good darts in a pinch.

*

As power ripples over Donald's figure and he inquires to whether or not she'll come, she appeared at his side. Her head canted toward him and her mortal guise gone. Rather her full figure was there now, armed in green plate and gold trim, magic trailing from her fingers like glitter in the sunlight. She smiled at him, batting full eyelashes. "Oh darling, but of course. I am at your service." She coo'ed.

"And I shall keep them alive, just for you." She winked, and lifted up a cupped hand before her lips and blew outwards. A faint lime green dust swirled and danced in the sunlight before moving inwards into the building. Whatever mortals came across her would drop to the ground in sudden sleep.

Though she was 'kind' enough to leave several awake and swinging for the others to handle.

*

Starfire largely ignores the primitive Earth weapons as she swoops along in Thor's wake, bullets ricocheting off her skin as she puts on a burst of speed to catch up, then simply slamming into the first ne'er do well she meets and carrying him through the doorway into the bank. Whether he likes it or not. "Do Earthlings often engage in this sort of behavior?" she wonders aloud, fingers squeezing tight on her passengers gun and crushing it beyond use. "As it does not seem very productive."

*

Donald seems to be handling the metahumans on the ground easily enough as they lunge and surge at him. He makes sparse use of the strange, short-handled sledgehammer in his hands, preferring short jabs and parrying strikes than risking killing someone with a stray blow to the head. Still, a few broken arms and legs quickly take folks out of the fight.

Starfire's able to sweep through the shooters, her dazzling starbolts knocking them flying. Just as she's preparing to soar off, a metahuman pops around a corner and extends her hands at Starfire. She hisses, a low, loud noise, and a blast of super-chilled air flows towards the Tamaranean princess. The air's not just 'cold'— the mutant is leeching energy from anything the air touches! Frost glitters on the woman's exposed neck and forearms as she keeps her powers trained on Kori, trying to knock the princess from the sky. Next to her, one of the other robbers readies what looks like a pneumatic hammer, the sort used to put holes through safe doors.

It should be fairly clear to Cassie what their game plan is as they try to down the orange skinned alien— and neither of them have seen her yet.

Amora's sleeping magic abruptly faces a countering force, too. A mutant female, skinny and wearing a dark hood, flings a bolt of purple psionic force at Amora's face. A low telepathic field floods the room, attempting to bolster the sleepers in the wake of Amora's magical effects.

*

Cassandra will indeed be keen to bad things happening to the Princess, even if she has no idea what those things rightly are. She will stalk up to the mutant, a pair of pens in either hand ready at her sides as she moves like a disembodied shadow. Being a homeless body, ie hobo, the girl stinks and if anything gives her away it's that simple basic fact. This'll be all the alert the hapless mook gets before the stabbing starts…

Cassandra won't go for the stab right off, because that's less likely stop the cold. Instead she will rear back, assuming a formal posture as she swings her hips in time with the rest of her torso as she hammers into her kidney with a singular elbow strike. She takes no chances with what this one could also be capable of! That done, she unleashes a flurry of precision stabs with her pens, targeting armpits first then the backs of her legs for maximum crippling effect. Hard to scream with your torso clenching in pain, hard to fight with pressure points pierced.

*

As the psionic force swung her way, frown comes to marr Amora's splendid features. She didn't deflected it, but rather with a flash of light was no longer where she'd been a moment before. Instead, she appeared behind the mutant, and reached out with both hands to try to grasp the woman's head and snap it side ways. She was Asgardian, while she was no combatant by her people's standard's, her strength and reflexes were more than any mortal could hope for.

An annoyed sound came from Amora's lips as she tsked and dropped back from the mutant. Dead or not she certainly didn't care. "Rude. How dare you make me break my promise to my darling. I said I wasn't going to kill anyone." She sniffed, green eyes flickering with power as she checked her manicure over.

*

Ice crystals fill the air as the mutant tries to drain Starfire of energy, the green glow cuts from around her fists and she drops to the ground. The thug with the pneumatic hammer comes rushing in full of confidence, then as Kori flexes and shatters the ice her eyes flare with green energy and a line of green energy slices it clean in half. "Fascinating, I was unaware Earthlings could do such things…. But it is nothing compared with the cold of space." She grabs the poor goon holding the melted remains and hurls him into the few remaining mooks by the doorway.

*

Amora rather effectively— and permanently— drops the telepath. Probably for the best, considering the damage an unfettered mind could do to bolster her allies or hinder enemies.

Cassandra's brutal assault drops the cold caster in place. A real truth, there: it's hard to use powers effectively with a dozen tiny holes in your skin, even from something as innocuous as a quill-tipped pen. Mewling in pain, she curls up into a feeble ball and holds her palms up in surrender.

The man with the pneumatic hammer has only time to scream in pain as a heat flash blooms across his palms from Starfire's burning attack. Then the Tamaranean seizes him and flings him across the room, sending him and one of Donald's attackers slamming into the floor in an unconscious heap of twisted limbs.

Which leaves Donald as the last one to finish the fight, and he puts his final foe in a headlock and simply punches the man with repeated undercuts until the fellow goes limp and collapses to the ground. Wiping a dribble of blood from his chin, Don stoops to retrieve his hammer and flashes a satisfied grin at the small, impromptu team.

"Well fought," he tells the others, holding his hammer aloft in salute to the trio.

*

Cassandra peers about at everyone as she pockets the pens and wipes the blood from her hands. She smiles meekly then, suddenly keenly aware of how out of place she is here but finding consolation that the shiney strangers are apparently satisfied with the 'job' here. Her jaw quirks a little and she looks down, her gaze drifting back towards the door.

Cass sidles to the exit, looking from one to the other. Her expression is expectant of not being noticed, though she isn't exactly sneaking like she was earlier either.

*

Amora wasted little time in promptly throwing her arms around Donald in armor, going in for a heady kiss with a squeal of delight. "You're so dreadfully handsome in armor." She purred, a sultry smile lighting her features. She pecked him again, hanging off his figure almost, her desire obvious for the blonde man.

They looked a matched pair almost, her blonde and statuesque figure beside his. Her heels clicked gently as she shifted her weight, green eyes angling toward the other two women that had aided in the fight. Though she said not.

*

"I hope no-one is seriously hurt?" Starfire says, brushing ice from her hair. With a smile she waves at Cassandra. "And thank you new friend for your aid." She briefly floats into the air, then frowns and lands again. Instead opting to walk towards the door like a totally regular person. Thor and Amora also get a smile and a friendly wave "I have never seen anyone dressed in armor like that before. Are you visiting from another country perhaps?"

*

Donald blushes a little through a foolish grin as Amora pounces upon him, though unlike the Enchantress he is a bit too self-conscious for a head-swimming kiss in public, opting instead for a peck with sincere affection. One arm slips around her waist, and he turns at Starfire's words. "None of the heroes of this day are badly injured, and for villains such as these, death is a risk they welcomed when they menaced innocents in their question for inglorious valor," Donald booms, in a stentorian voice. "Your aid was well received and most welcome, fair lady. I am Donald Blake, of New York. My friend, the Lady Amora, of Asgard," he says, introducing the blonde. "I know not— where did she go?" he asks, head tilting around. He spots Cassie just before the tiny thing slips out of the door, and points his hammer at her, a grin on his features.

"Small one! Are you to leave us without so much as a farewell? I'd buy you a drink and give you my thanks, at least, before you depart."

*

Cassandra senses that the big blonde guy's words were being hurled her way as she nears her goal of escape. Foiled, drat! The quiet girl rounds to peer his way, big brown hues peering his way beneath upraised brows. She stares at him uncomprehending of his verbiage, lips quirking up as she observes him for some clue. Cassandra grasps by his pose some celebratory intent, perhaps a greeting, but past that she is well and truly lost.

*

Another kiss was stolen from Donald as he settled an arm around her waist and the blonde enfolded herself alongside him. She seemed terribly content with herself, despite the dead bodies of the fallen mortals around them. "Oh darling, not from another country no. Another realm." She murmured, fluttering dark eyelashes toward the red headed alien.

Then she simpered a soft sound and pecked Donald on the cheek, dragging a hand over his armored person with a glitter in her eyes. "I shall return home and most eagerly await you, darling. Don't make me wait too long." She breathed, and vanished into a cloud of green smoke.

*

Starfire scratches her head. "I have never heard of Asgard before. Is it far away?" She wonders. "I am Koriand'r, Princess of the planet Tamaran, however you may call me Starfire. Would you like to partake in the traditional shaking of the hands in greeting?"

*

Donald's grand expression falters when Cassandra… sort of stares at him, and he shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another, as if unsure of what to say to the mute girl. "Er… no offense was intended, of course, if you have other obligations elsewhere," he tells Cassie.

Amora literally evaporates under Donald's arm, almost before he can respond, and he sighs a little at the quixotic sorceress' abrupt departure from the field. He turns to Koriand'r, and when she mentions handshaking, his expression brightens and he offers a grip of the forearm to the woman. "Aye, I'll gladly shake the hand of a warrior such as yourself. And a Princess! My friend would…" his eyes cloud in confusion. "Er… no. Ah, forgive me, my mind plays tricks," he says, waving away his words with an apologetic wag of the hand. The police start to show up and get to arresting people, leaving Donald and Kori in the middle of the melee and Cassandra dithering at the edge of an easy escape.

*

Cassandra will happily take this opportunity to exit stage right. Hitting the stairway, she'll clear the police with acrobatic flair as she sails over their heads in a no handed somersault. Twisting over their heads, she'll land in a squat to absorb the cement's impact before making to navigate the crowd beyond and escape into the more familiar alleyway beyond. This will be a relief after the awkwardness following the fight. Creepy blondes and green people, oh my.

*

Starfire is not quite in Thor leagues strength wise, but she's probably strong enough for him to at least notice the shake. She turns and reaches out her hand towards Cassandra just in time to see her ninja dash off into the crowd. "Oh. That is a shame, I was hoping to make another new Human friend." She turns back to Donald. "Unfortunately I am currently something of a refugee. So perhaps I should no longer speak about my title. You are very strong for a Human, are you perhaps one of the mutants I have heard people talking about?"

*

"Human…!" Donald blinks as surprise washes over his features. "You must be one of those aliens I've heard of," he says, wincing a little at Starfire's proud handshake. "A pleasure to meet you, then, Koriand'r, Princess of Tamaran. I am not a mutant nor an alien— a mere mortal, blessed by the god of Thunder as one of his devout," Donald says, raising his eyes and hammer skyward. "Thor has blessed me with might and power, and I do my best to honor him through services, good deeds, and glorious battle. Perhaps we'll meet again in the field, Friend Koriand'r," Donald says. "And if you see our tiny, erstwhile companion again, bid her my fond well wishes. I myself should depart, that my friend the Lady Amora might tend these wounds," he says, with a deprecating chuckle, touching his jawline gently.

He flicks his hammer upwards in salute to the tall redhead woman. "Until we meet again, then!" he says, before bowing politely and taking his leave.

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