A True Hero

A New Hero, an Old Face

A hook was fired, the metal spike digging into a building's wall before the wire was tightened. A figure flew through the sky, using the grapple point to fling themselves through the air. Once the figure reached the apex of their flight, the grapple hook was detached. The cable made a whizzing noise as it retracted. The figure floated in the air for a moment before their body began falling.

They fell down before they aimed their gun and fired a hook once more. A hiss of air shot it out at another building. Before they hit the ground and turned into a piece of abstract art, they swung up, the momentum of their fall transforming and sending them flying.

People watched and recorded as the figure swung through the air like a monkey on a vine. The figure continued to swing through the air, making sure to never lose sight of their target. What was their target? It was a runaway semi-truck hauling a shipping crate. Several police cars and SUVs were following in suit, trying to chase down the truck.

The truck itself was decked out in armor plating and mounted guns. A small crew were firing at the vehicles chasing them. One of the men was loading a new magazine into his auto cannon, but he suddenly disappeared. The crew looked at each other, wondering where the man went.

In the air, the swinging figure held the man in one hand and the grapple in the other. The masked man was screaming, crying to be dropped.

"LET ME GO! YOU BASTARD! I SAID LET ME GOOOOooooo!!" the swing figure threw the man into a window, his body smashing through it. He was still alive, just that all of his bones were broken probably.

"There! In the air!" One of the men pointed at the figure swinging through the air. Immediately, they aimed their guns at their new target. Bullets shot out at the figure, shells spilling out like rice from a bucket.

Detaching their hook, the masked figure flew through the air. They twisted their body, just barely dodging the bullets as they hit the truck.

"OWE!" they yelled as the truck's cabin was bent in. The crew pulled out their handhelds and aimed at the figure. They dropped down from the truck's cabin and onto the platform unceremoniously. The crew paused as they were used to superhuman heroes, but this guy just seemed like he had his ribs broken.

"Augh, I think my ribs are broken." begrudgingly standing up, the men could only see a person who's body was mostly covered in bandages and wrappings. They had a hoodie loosely hanging on them, some cool pants and a pair of sneakers. But other than what looked like a single sword on their backpack, this guy just seemed like a total newbie.

"Uh, hello? Are you okay?" one of the men asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think my ribs are fine, but still hurt like hell." the hero? brushed off themselves before turning to the crew.

"Oh okay, just making sure." the men than aimed their pistols at the hero who just remembered these were bad guys.

"Oh crap, sorry!" Faster than the men could react, the hero lunged at the closest man. He twisted his arm and grabbed the gun from him before throwing him off the truck. He fired a shot at one of the men, but just knocked his gun out his hand. The others fired, but the hero grabbed the disarmed man and used him as a shield.

Luckliy for the meatshield, he was wearing body armor, which held against the small arms. The hero tossed the man to the side and fired his grapple gun. The hook punched a man in the gut with enough force to knock him into another man. The last man turned to his comrades before turning to the hero.

They lunged for him, but he fired his gun. He received a punch to the throat and a knee to the nose before he was also thrown off the truck. The other two tried to get up, but they got their heads smashed together.