"A Foreigner In Town" Chat Noir/Adrien Agreste X Demigod! Reader

CHAPTER 3

3rd POV:

Ladybug grunted in pain, her eyebrows furrowed lowly, teeth digging into her bottom lip. It had only been a couple of minutes and the red and black wearing superhero felt an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and fatigue hit her. "This thing just won't quit, huh?", she muttered frustratingly. Her hands were clenched and shaking at a alarmingly fast rate. No matter how much she felt, no knew, that she wouldn't have the power to defeat the flea-bag; she wouldn't go down without a fight. The citizens of Paris needed her. They needed Ladybug and Chat Noir to fight crime and defeat all those who cross their boundaries. Sure, there are annoying little daddy's girls in the world that wear to much flipping make up and look like they should be starring on "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding", but they were nothing compared to colossal sized, three-headed safety violations that breathed fire.

The superhero took a deep breath and ran back into the fight. Right now, Chat Noir had been flinged into a telephone pole, his front body and (very handsome) face squashed into the wooden material. His arms and legs sticking out as if they were to grab on to something. Slowly, his body fell to the concrete, his slim, muscular figure in the exact position as it felt gravity's bitchy wrath. Ladybug winced at that and her face contorted to a determined expression, though her eyes screamed and chanted otherwise. Charging to her absolute death, Ladybug twirled the yoyo in a lasso like manner. Gritting her teeth to the point it ached, she tried to think up a strategy to gain the upper hand as she ran unprepared. Taking a quick glance at the cat-themed hero, she came up with the original idea of him being the distraction (very original). Pausing in her sprint, she yelled out to the blond superhero, "Chat! Distract the beast!", before disappearing into the shadows dramatically.

A groaning Chat followed her heed and waved his arms fervently above his head. Instead of being upside down beneath the pole he had crashed into, he stood a bit more closer to the rampaging brute. He smiled slyly as he teased, "Hey flame-brain, (fairytail reference) are you feline ok? Need a purrametic?" All grew silent for a moment, a small face-palm was heard and Chat Noir snickered at his own joke quietly. Meanwhile, the Chimera blinked in confusion and responded, "Are you cereal? You've got to be trixing me.", to which the black-clad hero sulked.

Now was her chance, Ladybug, who was hidden in the depths of the clandestine, inky pitch whipped her yoyo and sprung it back as it became airborne. The pig-tailed hero smirked triumphantly as it gravitated towards the paws of the rogue savage. The female's plan was to tie up both front and back quarters of the fiend, which would crash to the ground do to the lack of balance. Then, and only then, would the creature be left without mobility. Cheering as her eyes intensely followed the yoyo, she held her breath as it accelerated towards the fuzzy feet.....and then was swatted away. Although the sinister goat head and lioness did not notice the pitiful "weapon", that pesky, sickly-green snake sure did. Ladybug's mouth literally dropped to the floor and she clenched her hands in great rage that could only be thought of by YouTubers. "OH COME ON!"

The lion's attention had been shifted, and the golden slits of the mammal grew smaller as its ears twitched. The psycho goat laughed heartily in its gruffy voice. The massive body turned towards Ladybug's hiding spot after hearing her booming protests and complains. Chat Noir, who seemed to be forgotten, panicked inwardly and screeched out futile warnings, threats, and ultimatums. Chat Noir held no romantic feelings for Ladybug, come to think about it, he's never felt such affections to anybody. Still, this was Chat's friend, his partner in justice whom he had learned to put much trust in. That meaning he would do anything to protect her. Anything.

The large life-force tensed in a position that mimicked a cat about to pounce. Its hairy, tan, hindquarters were at a ninety degree angle when being contrast with its large paws. Its bum high in the air, the snake glaring and hissing crossly, lashing back and forth. The Chimera's front paws were stuck to the ground and her unsheathed unguis' glistened wickedly. The goat, well it was just being creepy as fluff. It chuckled a horrid cackle, followed by the sound of claws scarring the ground, flakes and sparks flying around everywhere as the lion sharpened her "nails".