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In the good old days; the bank-robbing vagabond chasing days, there were as many clasifications of super heroes as there were snakes or spiders. And like the sometimes feared creatures, each of these clasifications was effective in the feild. Sufice to say, there weren't many of any clasification left, but the transporters seemed to disappear from the face of the planet entirely.
Memories of phsychic teleporters (and even the ocasional gadget user with technological devices of instant travel) surfaced in Raptor's mind as she clanked along in what, despite mismatching sheets of metal covering, must have been a jeep underneath. The sun beat down upon the whole desert landscape, though the surviving defender of justice didn't seem to mind the heat.
Smoke billowed behind the vehicle, partially from a lit cigarette clamped tightly between her two fingers, but otherwise it came from the shody heap of vehicle. She was somewhere south of the former U.S. border and a few days ride from 'home' as she so loosely called it. And only a few days away because of the car she was driving.

Putputput!
The car bounced on non existant hydrolics, taking Raptor by surprise and causing her to stop the car entirely. That putput noise had been a sign of low fuel. Unfortunately, as the meters on the dashboard were broken, it had been her only sign of the occurance thus far.
She heaved a sigh and set the half-finnished cigarette to the corner of her lips and hopped over the driver side door, landing on the dry earth with a dusty thud.
"Perfect," she mumbled to herself.

Raptor kicked her boot against the front bumper of the jeep at the sudden arrival, allowing her to launch back a decent eight to ten feet. It was a bit of a reflex reaction of hers to show her unusually sharp teeth and hiss in a way that echoed up from her chest.
She restrained herself quickly in an attempt to separate herself from the animal that tended to show itself in moments of surprize. She stood in a defensive position, clearly staring intently at the man, though her mirrored shades hid that fact entirely.
The mask had spoken for his identity, though she had never had the privelage of seeing him in real life before.
"You are a long way from your master," she responded, "Has he let you off of your little leash?"

"Hiding....from 'you'?" she chuckled, though her espression sank as he spilled the contents of the bag before her. She dare not look on too long, for she had recognized most of them upon first glance. t would not help her situation to get too heated and lash out without reasoning.
She tilted her chin up and took a step back, still on her toes, but not wanting to look as though she had been backed into a corner.

She pivoted on one foot and shot the other foot full force for his jaw. She hadn't fought the famed slayer before, but she was detirmined to avoid being taken by surprise again.
(I'm betting most scenes like this will have short posts. Its all good.)

His foot met with hers and she shifted to fall flat onto her back and roll backwards. She rolled twice and found her footing, then shifted her weight forward and lunged for his middle, fist at the ready. She aimed for his gut.

She leaned back and tilted her head in time to avoide the blow, though just barely. She shifted to fall on her side and kicked one leg forward in an attempt to sweep his feet out from under him.

Somewhere in the process of being pinned, her shades had been jostled off of her nose, revealing the slight scaling and slitted pupils of her eyes. The anger building in her expression was increasingly apparent as she tensed her muscles, but did not strugle.
"Hunting me like a damn animal, you sick b*****d... It should only be appropriate that I fight back like one," she growled in a voice that mixed in with a sound simaler to her previous hiss.
She shot her free hand out to grab the wrist of his knife hand, at the same time jutting her neck and head forward to sink her fine, sharp teeth into a small space of exposure on his neck. She clamped her jaw hard as she struggled to gain the upper hand, her strength growing with her unger.

She stumbled back, but found her footing quickly. She was breathing hard from a struggle that seemed to be happening from within.
"I would have neither of us die today, Nagaharu," she addressed him like an old aquaintance, "I'm sure you would hate to be rid of such prime sport."