Inspired Fight And Action Scenes

The Stigma intro, inspired by the Diabolical story/game app

(Also 5k+ words...)
"Let the boy win his spurs."

–Edward III, King of England, Battle of Crecy 1345

     Camera ready, MyDarkSide.com is live, and my suit always needs to be the most smashing thing about me. I put my helmet on and got ready, joy and adrenaline pumping throughout my body. Lights, I grab the War Pig. Camera, I already got that. Action, my favorite part!

The bank wall exploded, sirens screamed along with people, and I stepped casually over a guard covering her face. I strode in and everyone was on their knees; lovely. There was no families to worry about either so everything is on the right track.

It was strangely quiet but I didn't care, dropping the War Pig, my noob tuber, really I need the rep not the money. The tellers were pretty little things. Everyone might look prettier when they are scared out of their pants... maybe I am a tad psychotic.

"I'm here to make a withdrawal."

Classic, but that's what I felt like going for today.

The tellers complied splendidly and I needed both of them to get to the vault. I even got a old sack with the money sign on it. I was standing at the vault stalwartly, with my cloak-like cape, my helm cloaked with a ghostly skull on it, metal and mesh armor, if the grim reaper came out of DC comics and Assassin's Creed he'd be me. (... maybe I might pass for Evil Batman on roids. That's probably a better description.)

"Open it."

"No I refuse," one teller said without a single ounce of fear.

My paranoia kicked in, it sounded rehearsed.

I glared down at her, and tasered her with the shocks in my suit. For the annoyance the screams sufficed.

"Open it."

When they did I cradled their necks in my hands, and they shivered in fear and more so from my touch,

"Thanks for the cooperation."

And I smashed their heads together like on the cartoons, knocking them out. I love my little signature move. That out of the way the money sat there, looking pretty. Which aroused suspicion.

This was too easy, the cash was supposed to be in bearer boxes, but a million dollars is right in front of me. I picked up a Benjamin and lifted it up to the light.

It's real, but the blue line was darker than normal. I dug out a fold of hundreds and flipped it through my fingers and it doesn't feel right. How I know? I swim in this stuff at home and everything today was just to classic, to easy.

I heard the clanking of weapons behind me in the hall. I should have known better. It's a trap.

I dived for cover as a stun grenade followed lately behind me. The nade wouldn't have done anything to me in my armor but they'll find a way. I tasered the cash, if it's bugged then they are looking at losing a few million in a blaze. I hit the EMP just as the SS came in like a flood.

The only light was the money going up to the air. I shot a stun grenade of my own from my right hand at the leads before they took cover. My nade, though smaller than theirs, took four of them down.

The others were coming in and I grappling hooked myself to the ceiling. Cloaked with the smoke I disappeared and they took nervous and tentative steps into my domain. The soldiers were equipped with thermal vision, and they were trying to use it. However, I have thermal cloaking and the smoke. I was going to be aight and a dozen of them were left.

One of them cursed, not liking hide and seek. Another reported that I didn't take the bait. One wondered aloud whether or not I was a teleporter. They looked right at me with the vision, one saw me but began taking off his goggles for a better look. Batman has nothing on me as I leapt down in the midst of them.