Red Skies wasn't a bad city. It was just full of bad people. That's why Katrina Groves didn't go out during the daytime anymore. There were always too many people around, and even in a world where everyone and their mother could shoot laser beams out of their butt, Katrina was just too unusual to blend in. Sure it was cold, dark, and often raining, but in the dead of the night the few people you did manage to bump into would have their own reasons not to pay you too much attention. Katrina was fully aware that she was different from everyone else, even radically different, and she didn't need a crowd parting like the Red Sea as 'that monstrous thing' walked by or mothers to spirit away their children at the sight of her to remind her of that.
So here she was, strolling through Rosemary Park in the dead of night, sipping vanilla hot chocolate out of an over-sized coffee thermos. Even by the light of the moon and the flickering lamps overhead, Katrina's peculiarities were hard to miss. After the Great Comet streaked across the sky and spread around mutations like Stan Lee making a cameo as the common cold, you might be forgiven for overlooking someone with fire at the ends of their fingertips or a women who floated slightly off the ground. Not Katrina. Try as she might, it was pretty much impossible to hide the fact that she was an eight foot tall, three hundred pound, dragon-faced behemoth. Not that she didn't try, of course. But after a few years of trying to go out in public with every venture ending badly, she eventually gave up entirely and decided to avoid the public altogether. People were jerks, especially if you were different enough to scare them, Katrina realized. Besides, she didn't need people to keep her company anyway.
"Adri, where did you run off to?" Katrina said aloud to the seemingly empty park. There was a rustling of leaves and branches, followed by a happy sounding 'woof' from a damp pile of leaves. Katrina nudged the pile with her toe, and out popped the head of a German Husky with mix of gold, black, and white fur, his long tongue hanging out as he panted excitedly. Grinning, Katrina shot the dog a look of false admonishment as he leapt out of the pile and started running laps around her legs, sniffing anything and everything he could reach. "You're such a nut, Adri," Katrina said, leaning down to scratch the excitable mutt behind the ears. "You know you could get in trouble again if you're caught without a leash, right?" Adri the German Husky merely gave a happy little bark and smiled up at her innocently. Katrina shook her head, a bemused expression across her face, before starting off down the path again with Adri prancing along beside her. Yet another peaceful night with her best friend to keep her company. Or at least it was until Adri darted in front of her and started barking her head off, nearly tripping Katrina up in the process.
"Whoah!" Katrina exclaimed as she jerked backwards and splattered scalding liquid on her chest, enough to burn most people but barely worth noticing by the draconic girl. "Adri, what are you doing you goof?" Katrina asked before noticing the Husky growling defensively at the unseen something, his hackles raised in alarm. Then out of the darkness, a shadowy figure leaped from a tree and landed roughly on the concrete path. Katrina began to shout at the unknown intruder for running around like an idiot in the middle of the night but was silenced when the tree the figure jumped from exploded into bright orange flames. The figure drew and began unfolding some sort of compact bow as another figure jumped from the burning limbs, dressed in some sort of bright orange jumpsuit, rusty metal nozzles at the ends of his hands, and spiky neon red hair. Katrina stood off to the side to watch the spectacle unfold, as Adri retreated to the safety of a nearby bush to do the same.
"Can't keep running forever, Wolfy!" the man in the orange jumpsuit shouted as he landed in front of the burning tree, a manic grin plastered to his face and both eyes refusing to look in the same direction. "It's time to play the game!"
"Can't agree more, Firebug," the figure named 'Wolfy' said before firing an arrow in his direction, pinning one of his arms to the burning tree by the nozzle on his arm. The pyromaniac named Firebug gave a girlish shriek as he tried to wrench his arm free. Another arrow shot out, this one attached to some sort of grapple hook that pulled the archer towards Firebug at breakneck speed. He tried to stop the archer with a flamethrower burst from his free hand, but Wolfy sailed clear over the bout of flames and slammed into the guy's head with the force of a bull's charge. Katrina was sure the guy would have been out cold after a hit like that, but to her surprise the crazy arsonist merely giggled after the impact before tossing his assailant off and pulling himself free from her arrow. Unfazed, Wolfy pulled out a pair of compactable tomahawks and charged into the fray again, swinging for his arms. The archer was fast and clearly the more skilled fighter, but Firebug was so unpredictable with his movements that neither of them could draw a bead on one another. Finally, Firebug's arm was caught by the blade of an axe, and Wolfy was able to drive the point home and rip the metal nozzle from his sleeve along with a length of rubber hosing. Firebug stared at the missing piece in shock as the archer leaped back to wrench the nozzle from the axe and crush it underfoot.
"One down, one to go," Wolfy said stoically. "If you come quietly that might be the only thing of yours I break."
Firebug simply looked at Wolfy with both eyes this time, before glancing towards his disarmed hand, the smashed nozzle under his opponent's foot, and finally back to Wolfy. With a screech like a banshee, the mad arsonist rocketed forward, launched clumsily into the air and leveled a flying kick at the archer, who lazily sidestepped to avoid the errant attack. The arsonist landed unsteadily behind his opponent, who merely spun around to face him.
"Word of advice," Wolfy said, brandishing the tomahawks threateningly. "Know when to quit."
"Word of advice, Woofers!" Firebug echoed gleefully. "Know when to watch your back!"
Katrina and Wolfy both noticed the circular disk that had appeared on the latter's back far too late. Katrina tried to shout a warning but her voice was drowned out by the disc detonating in a fireball, launching the archer directly at Firebug. Everyone watching knew the fight was over as Firebug outstretched his arms, spun on his heel, and delivered a brutal hook kick to his opponent's jaw. An audible crack was heard as Firebug's attack struck home, and the archer flipped over in midair and fell to the ground in a heap. Firebug looked like a child waiting to open his Christmas presents as he dashed over to his defeated opponent, making sure that he trod on the archer's fingers in the process.
"Oooh, we're going to have so much fun together, Wolfy!" the arsonist exclaimed as he bent down to try and pry the mask off of his opponent. "First we'll take you back home and roast you over a slow fire, then we'll chop you up and send choice cuts to all of your friends! I'm sure your Canadian soldier friend would love some roasted wolf, and your Russian atom bomb man might go for a nice juicy steak with his-"
There was a firm tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see an eight foot tall, incredibly muscular dragon girl, complete with crimson red scales and mouth full of razor sharp teeth, towering over him. And she did not look especially pleased to see him.
"If you don't mind," he said, oblivious to Katrina's threatening presence, "I'm just going to collect my friend here and go."
"Yeah, about that," Katrina growled, crossing her arms to look just a bit more scary then she already was. "Why don't you just go on your merry way, leave your friend here with the bows and axes behind, and I'll forget that I ever saw you?"
"Well gee, I'd love to comply," Firebug said, rubbing his arm shyly. "But I'm afraid I can't because YOUR FACE IS ON FIRE!" He punctuated his last words with a blast of his flamethrower, laughing maniacally as Katrina took the full brunt of his attack. His smile quickly faltered, however, as Katrina merely reached through the blast of fire, grabbed the remaining flamethrower nozzle, and ripped it off effortlessly. Katrina tossed the nozzle aside, completely unharmed by the blast of fire, and looked down to see her shirt, or what was left of it, reduced to burning bits of fabric.
"I liked that shirt," Katrina said, her eyes narrowing.
"Oh, I see," Firebug said, the manic energy draining from his voice like a punctured water balloon. "Well, it was nice meeting you Ms. Scary Powerful Dragon Lady but I think I should be getting back or I'll be late for-"
Firebug was lucky. The initial impact of Katrina's sucker punch knocked him out instantly, so that when he flew backwards with the force of a cannonball into a metal bench hard enough to leave an indent, he didn't feel a thing, and he wouldn't for quite some time. With a sad little sigh at the loss of her favorite Gorillaz T-Shirt, Katrina casually walked over and started to bend the back of the metal bench around to restrain the unconscious arsonist. Granted he probably wouldn't be able to move for quite some time after a hit like that, but better safe than sorry. As she twisted the thick metal around Firebug's body, Adri had emerged from his hiding place to observe the unconscious form of Wolfy.
"Friend of yours?" Katrina asked the dog as she finished wrapping up Firebug and strolled over to assess the damage. Wolfy turned out to be an accurate name, now that Katrina got a better look at her mystery archer. A lithely built female dressed mostly in dark shades to assist with stealth, there was an unmistakable wolf motif to this figure's outfit, from the small pointed ears on the headdress to the claws tipping her gloves and moccasin-covered feet. Adri pawed at the unconscious hero's arm as Katrina tugged down the neckline of the archer's outfit to check for a pulse on bare skin. Still there, but for how long she didn't know. As Katrina moved to replace it she spotted an unusual but familiar marking on her neck. A plain circle outline surrounded by a triangle.
"Wow, didn't think I'd be meeting one of those Vigia guys tonight. Do you think she's local, Adri?"
"Arf!"
"Me neither," Katrina answered. "Come on, let's get our Wolfy Archer some medical attention. I think I know some people who could help..."