Just Fightin' The Enforcers
Tuesday
SMASH!
The condo’s window exploded outwards, spraying the streets with glass... and a colourful character. The costumed figure hit the ground hard, rolling back then popping up onto his feet. Rolling his shoulders, he raised his hands up, almost imitating a boxer’s stance. Just then, another three men came out of the new exit, looking at their enemy with hate.
The costumed man chuckled, watching them square him up. “You know fellas”, he said, “For a bunch of ‘elite mercenaries’, you were way too easy to track down. I mean- all I hadta do was bang on ol’ Foswell’s door and he gave you out immediately.”
From his opponents, the middle one growled, pulling out his prized lariat, holding it in a hostile manner. “Now hold on, Spi-der-man, ah think that’s bold speak. Fred’s been dead fer a long while now.”
Spider-Man dropped his guard for a minute, making a surprised sound. “Huh. Dang.” He looked at his opponents again, most definitely ready to beat him down. “Well honesty time then, Montana, I had to track down like, four other guys to find out where you were all hiding.”
“’S more like it”, the big one said, chuckling. Spidey just sagged as the three circled him.
“Alright then. Let’s do this, shall we?”
There was no answer as the Enforcers charged. No dice though, as Spider-Man easily leapt, flipping over ol’ Montana behind him. As the vigilante landed he dropped low, watching his opponents re-evaluate. As they did he shot a web, zipping into the air again.
“Montana, get ‘im!” Fancy Dan barked, running across the street. Montana gave a nod as affirmation, pulling up his lariat and swinging it a couple times before throwing it out, snagging his colourful opponent.
“Oh snap!” Spidey cried as he was flung backwards like a rubber band, slapping against the pavement. He groaned, sliding himself along the ground as his adrenaline hit somehow even harder. As he started to rise he shot two webs, launching himself up the smallest amount, smashing into the big guy’s legs. Ox gasped as he fell face-first, face smacking on the pavement.
Spider-Man didn’t wait a moment, hopping onto the merc’s back and cracking a hand into his head. Ox groaned as the vigilante flipped away again, going for his next opponent.
As the biggest of the Enforcers continued groaning, Montana finally got over to him, crouching down. “Dammit Ox, git up!” While he futilely struggled getting his ally to his feet, the third Enforcer and Spider-Man came head to head.
The vigilante landed on the floor, bouncing back onto straight legs, only to be instantly knocked down. He groaned, a hand instinctively rubbing his head. “Dude, y... you kicked me in the head?!” Fancy Dan just scoffed, bringing his hands up. Spidey groaned again. “This is what I get for fighting friggin’ martial arts masters I guess.”
The skilled Enforcer came at the vigilante again, going for a leaping punch. Spider-Man just rolled out of the way, then forced his foot up, kicking Fancy Dan in the stomach. The man grunted, stumbling. The red and blue hero pushed himself up quickly, getting into his boxer’s pose. As Dan recovered, he himself got into his own stance.
“Y’know, Danny”, Spider-Man shared, “One who taught me to fight was Daredevil? Now we’re on even grounds I’ll show ya just how good a teacher he is.”
The Enforcer chuckled, signalling the vigilante to come at him. “I’ll guess there’s only one to find out now, isn’t there?”
Spidey gave a half-nod before skipping forward, throwing a hook at Dan. He dodged, countering with a kick. It nailed the vigilante in the side. Spider-Man rolled with it though, contorting his body around the hit and sliding around the Enforcer. The vigilante- finding a momentary gap in defence- rushed in, nailing hit after hit into his opponent.
As the hits slammed into his back and sides, Fancy Dan grunted. He took it all- even at the expense- and after finding a pattern appearing, pulled his fist up hard. It connected, crashing into Spider-Man’s face. He cried out, diving back to put some space between he and his opponent. As the Enforcer started coming at him again, the vigilante grumbled to himself. His nose was bleeding, and he guessed there’d be more coming out of the both before there tango ended.
Changing his offense, Spider-Man started circling Dan, side-stepping around him. The skilled Enforcer looked in confusion for a moment before advancing on the vigilante. The criminal rushed in with a jumping kick but missed, Spidey spinning his body around the leg. Before Fancy Dan could recover, Spidey grabbed the man’s foot, yanking him forward.
Dan cried out in surprise, being grabbed around the collar. Before he could defend he received a headbutt from Spider-Man, and was then flipped to the ground over his knee. As the Enforcer hit the ground the vigilante didn’t spare a second, dropping down and locking his arms around Dan’s neck.
“Give out”, Spider-Man panted. “Give out, Dan, you’re done. Ox’s out and Montana- crap!- Montana’s pulled a runner! You’re done an’ Ox is done, too. So will Montana soon enough.”
Fancy Dan wheezed, trying to get in his breath. “N-no! Ah’m not... I’m not give... giving... in...” The Enforcer’s protests ceased as he ran out of breath, passing out. As he went limp Spidey breathed in relief, letting go of the criminal. Slowly he got to his feet, panting hard, catching his breath. Eventually he did, webbing up Ox and Fancy Dan before doing anything else. Then he climbed up the condo, searching around on the roof until he found his trusty bag.
He pulled at it, opening the zips and pulling out his phone. As he put in the number and called, he dropped down the building. As he landed, the line was answered. “911, what’s your emergency?”
“Yo!” Spider-Man cheerfully greeted, keeping an eye on his captives. “Got a few webbed-up Enforcers down here at the Upper West Side. Wouldn’t be surprised if there was contraband in the smashed up condo I found ‘em in. Well-- it wasn’t smashed before I showed up, but you get it.”
There was a few moments of silence before an amused sigh came from the other end. “Alright. Units on the way. Good job, Spider-Man.”
“Anytime”, he replied, already hearing sirens. That was his queue. He hung up the phone, slipping it back in his bag before swinging it onto his back then shooting out a web, swinging off the scene just as the squad cars came down the street.
All in a days work, for the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man. “Bring it on, NY”, Spidey challenged, swinging over the roofs. “Bring it on...”