Chapter 12: Kingpin VI
I kept my hand steady on the bow, the tension rising as Dave suddenly moved. Instinctively, I pulled the string tighter, ready to shoot if he made any dangerous moves. But...
Smack!
Owwy!
"... hey, what are you doing?" Dave said, rubbing his head after casually smacking Diana.
I blinked in disbelief. Diana looked at him, eyes welling up with tears. Tears. I could hardly believe it—she was supposed to be pointing her gun at him, not giving him puppy eyes! Damn it, girl, pull yourself together! I knew she was a bit of an clutch, but this was ridiculous.
I looked at Dave , but before I could say anything suddenly he looked at the winged girl, who we suppose is Trish.
"And Trish, stop playing with him and get it over with," Dave said flatly. He didn't even sound interested, just bored with the whole situation and there was also tinge of frustration and helplessness mixed with in.
Trish shrugged, and then She lifted her leg and kicked Fisk to the ground, knocking him out cold with minimal effort. Then, without a care, she spread her wings and gave a small bow before her body began to shimmer, and—just like that—Fisk disappeared along with her in blast of feathers.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached out to grab one of the feathers that Trish had left behind. It was black and crystalline, shimmering with an blackish red energy that immediately made me uneasy. The weight of it in my hand felt heavier than it should, like it carried more danger than my arrows ever could.
I inspected it closely. This thing feels more lethal than any weapon I've held before. Whatever power was embedded in it, I had a feeling it wasn't something we wanted to mess with. I glanced at Natasha, who was watching me carefully, no doubt thinking the same thing.
"Doesn't feel like a normal feather, does it?" I muttered, turning it over in my hand.