“Come on man, I have pizzas to deliver here!” Diego, or rather as he was now in costume, Nagual, whines as he dropped to the concrete quicker that lightning, as a second road work sign flew over his head.
Clad in a full body suit of onyx leather like material, a near gold shimmering pattern of dots like a jaguar over his shoulders and thighs, boots and gloves with golden fur accents, and last but not least a now thoroughly ruined Supreme Phoenix Pizza strapped in a thermal backpack off his shoulder, the young hero looked peeved.
It was supposed to be a simple delivery run after school, just a quick jaunt to a Ashcan brownstone in Highpoint, and after he could head home to Diamond Beach. But no, he had to run into a lone Rook with one very ripped checker vest showing far too much skin, a annoying amount of energy-oh and super strength.
Handspringing back, the feline themed hero took stock of the situation around him-police have cordoned off the area, traffic was halted, and bystanders were inside, filiming on their smartphones and Facebook living the conflict.
Diego could hear the title now: ‘Bradford Boxer Knockoff Curbstomped by Roided Out Rook Hulk Hogan-BYOB’
His admittedly amusing train of thought was cut off by a pounding of concrete, as the Rook decided to forgo throwing more construction equipment at him, and bum rush him with an extended shoulder.
Great, now he’s going to be flattened AND late for his abuela’s tamale dinner. Why couldn’t he have been blessed with a Jaguar amulet that manipulates time and delivers pizza?
Wait, he could use this-focus, Diego.
Chest is covered, it’s already proved that those scratches from his claws just irritated him...his legs don’t look as protected though, and while he isn’t near strong enough to go toe to toe, he could use the environment to his advantage.
Leaping over one of his charges and moving towards the side of street near a lamppost, he forced himself to wait, as he called out:
“What was that?! I thought you guys were all about finding your edge!”
The roar that echoed down the street and answered him nearly made him soil his suit. Yeah he’s dead.
Lining up another charge, Nagual glanced behind him and smirked-perfect. Poising himself like a cat ready to pounce, he steeled himself.
Quick as quicksilver he moved forward, not leaping over him like the brute expected but between his legs, one of his magical claws extended, slicing a line across his right ankle, tripping him into the electrical box behind him with enough force to rend it open, sending a series of shocks through the brute’s body and sending his smoking, still breathing body to the concrete with a thud.
Yeah, he could probably skip cheer practice with a workout like that. Hoisting up his precious pizza thermal and dusting it off, the jaguar themed hero offered a quick summary of events to TCPD officers, then leaped for a fire escape and raced towards the brownstone.
Moments later, he found himself panting in the doorway of an open art gallery, the Esphesus university students eyeing him with a mix of hangriness and relief, as he shook the concrete pebbles out of his claws to retrieve his change pouch, and tucked a stray black curl into his cat like cowl.
“Someone order a Phoenix Supreme?”
Yeah, just a typical day in Highpoint, Diego.