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[Drifter]

"Yeah I do think that outfit makes you look fat." Drifter said as he managed to corner the hog-like creature terrorizing the patrons of his favorite mall. He cornered it at a Victoria"s Secret and the beast had crashed into some lingerie. It was snarling as it had a corset loosely set around its torso. "I know the term beautiful on the inside but this is really pushing it. Now come on piggy, your not model material so lets just take you back to your pig pen in prison before I have too..."

The beast grew to the size of a sixteen wheeler as it tore through the roof of the store. Though no one could see Drifter's smile behind the mask you could see that the smile left his face from the look in his eyes. "I'm so scared now I can't even finish my lame joke."

The beast whacked him with it's tail and knocked Drifter all the way into the food court. He winced in pain for a moment but picked himself back up and brushed the ice cream and chow mein off his costume. He was a little dizzy but he managed to clear his head to get a good grasp of what just happened. "Ow...my pride."

As the beast charged with it's hard as steel tusks, Drifter shot a grapnel gun and swung from the second floor and landed back on ground level on top of the beast. He used the cable in his grapnel gun and wrapped it around the monster's face, wiring it's mouth shut. The rest of the cable was used as the reigns. This was a killer rodeo indeed. The beast started running even more wildly than before, something Drifter didn't think possible.

Drifter was glad that he managed to get everyone out before the crap hit the fan. There was a huge crash as they busted through a store. It was a shame, Drifter liked Hot Topic. After crashing through a furniture outlet Drifter could hold on no more and went flying into a toilet. This was a shame seeing as how Drifter was only a few feet away from some beds. At least this was only a show model toilet and not a used one. The beast rampaged as it crashed through a Gamestop and an Orange Julius.

[Aileen Merle Whitman]

Aileen, as excepted, was in a terrible mood; more so than usual, even. It hadn't been the best of days for the tiny, irate girl. It hadn't been terrible, per se, but infuriating enough to result in her current state. She walked with purposeful strides, her posture upright, and her eyes and steps angry. To an onlooker, it was clear this was one girl you did not want to mess with; not at this time. However, there weren't any onlookers. In her fury, Aileen didn't notice, but the street leading up to the mall was strangely empty. There wasn't a car or person in sight, as if the mall was now a danger zone to avoid at all costs. Little did the black-haired girl know... it was. Aileen was headed towards the mall, intent on buying something nice and shiny, perhaps some jewelry, or some cute clothes, to make her feel better. Taking advantage of her new, rich lifestyle was one of the girl's favorite hobbies, after all. Happiness—or as close as Aileen could get to happiness—was a mere fancy trinket away. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be getting that 'happiness'.

This knowledge arrived with a crash, the falling of shelves, the shattering of glass. The sound reached her ears as she entered the mall near the furniture outlet, the glass doors sliding opened to reveal the area was completely trashed. Black eyes narrowed. This is just my luck, she thought, resisting the urge to shout in anger. It was easy to see what was going on here, and equally so to know she didn't have time to stand around fuming. She could hear crashing noises resounding throughout the area, growing more distant. The girl took off running in that, her long black hair flowing out behind her. As she ran, something caught her eye. It was a boy sitting in a toilet—she would have to dwell on the oddity later—looking as if he been thrown there. Judging by his outfit, and the fact that he was there at all, he was no civilian. Aileen halted her run to turn around towards him. "What are you doing, just sitting there? Get yourself into gear!" The dark-haired girl commanded harshly, apathetic to the fact that he may have even been hurt.

Aileen continued her unfortunately human speed sprint, not waiting to hear the masked blonde's response. When she finally caught sight of the monster, the girl almost stopped in shock, fear, and confusion. It was a pig. A giant pig. Aileen shook her head, knowing she didn't have time to waste, and repressed her fear and confusion. Black eyes followed the monster's movements, trying to guess where it was heading and if she had enough time to carry out her plan. She would somehow need to get in the monster's path, and sink into a shadow on the ground. Aileen was hoping when the monster ran by she could reach up from the shadow and trip him without somehow breaking her wrist. The result probably wouldn't be much, but at least it would stop the monster for a second. Perhaps, if she was lucky, the blonde would act in the time given, if her plan worked.

[Drifter]

He lifted himself out of the toilet. "Don't you know it is rude to look in on someone on the john? Ever hear of knocking?" he said in response to the girl. He never even seen her before and she was already bossing him around. He didn't even know if the girl was even a super hero.

It wasn't like she had to have super powers or anything, Drifter didn't and he tended to get along fine. But he didn't see anything that would show that she had any training whatsoever. She ran like someone who didn't know how to conserve energy and her footing was a little awkward. He had further doubts about the girl because she was pretty small and looked weak. Now Drifter wasn't sexist or anything he was just making an observation, he had been surprised by appearances before. But she didn't even have a costume!

"So...do you...you know. Can you do anything? I mean I'd really hate it if you ended up as a mess on the floor. I didn't plan on needing a mop." he asked with a concerned look on his face that was hidden by his mask. He had never seen or heard of a girl like this before and though that maybe she was a little out of it.

As Drifter caught up with her he kept close attention to the creature. It stopped to drink from the wishing fountain in the center of the mall. It belched and then rammed into a column that supported the second floor. That side of the second floor was now hanging crooked but there were enough pillars to keep it in place. The beast clearly had no sense of what was going on and couldn't even manage to find an exit in the mall. The monster was smart enough to bust in but not smart enough to bust out.

This was actually a really good thing. Sure there would be massive property damage but not a place where people lived. There were no possibilities of a casualty other than princess over there. But this probably wouldn't last long if the monster wasn't stopped in time. Sure, the mall was huge but it was getting closer to an exit.

Drifter needed a way to trip the thing or otherwise incapacitate it. Drifter wished he could have just put a bomb in the monster's mouth back when he was on top of the thing but that could not happen. He needed a way to apprehend the thing without killing it. This thing was at times human. This was just an off day Drifter gathered.

[Aileen Merle Whitman]

Aileen wasn't willing to take her eyes off the monster, otherwise she would have shot the boy a glare that if looks could kill, would have certainly done the job. "Of course I can do 'something'! Do you really think I would be ignorant enough approach that... that thing if I were only a civilian?" She replied. Her tone seemed to carry the question she didn't voice: "Are you an idiot?" "On second thought, do not answer that." The dark-haired girl muttered, referring to her first voiced question. Now wasn't really the time for the guy to reply with something snarky. He thinks I cannot handle myself because... I am...

[/i] Short. She refused to admit it. This is not the time for this! She mentally berated herself. Aileen couldn't help the slight wince as the monster rammed into a column, and the first floor's ceiling sunk partially. She was wasting time.

Her eyes zeroed in on a large enough shadow, directly in front of the path of the raging beast. It was formed by the ceiling lights above and a particularly large piece rubble. "I have a superpower, and you are about to see it. Pay attention." She ordered. Even as she spoke, the color faded out of her body and clothes, as she went completely monochrome. This was the sign her power was activated. Aileen once again took of running, before fairly diving into the shadow in front of the beast. She disappeared into her dimension of shadows, and the blonde would no longer be able to see her. Aileen waited, her face upwards, staring out of the shadowy dimension. She could see the outside world, as that was apart of her power. This applied anywhere there was a shadow, and they were like windows from inside her power. Only a few seconds had passed when the monster charged again. Without wasting any time, she stuck her colorless hand outside of the shadow. She grabbed as much as the beast's foot with her small hand as she could, ignoring the strain on her wrist, and the monster toppled to the ground. The impact of the fall would probably deal the beast some damage.

With the smallest of smirks, Aileen looked for a shadow to exit out of, since the prone body of the giant pig was now blocking the way she had entered the dimension. She found the perfect place. Within seconds, the girl was falling from higher up, directly above the beast. The girl positioned herself to deliver a kick to the beast, using the impact of her fall to fuel the blow. She landed on the back of the still-fallen pig, hoping the falling kick would do some damage as well. She quickly moved off of the pig's back, in case it decided to go charging around again.[/blockquote]

[Drifter]

"All right you can do something. Something good as well. But are you sure your main super power isn't being all angry and extreme scowling?" he asked as he approached her and the pig demon. The pig snorted and rolled over and got back up. It than grew even larger actually going through the mall itself. The restraint cables wrappped around his mouth actually tore to bits.

The beast's blood curdling squeal echoed through what was left of the mall. It stood on its hind legs like a human would. It's slimy tongue shot out, nearly impaling Drifter. However Drifter was fast enough to dodge the attack and he started throwing explosive shuriken at it. Judging from the size of the beast's new form he knew that it would mutilate the thing but it would pack a punch. The creature lit up like a Christmas tree but was still standing. The burnt, angry pig goliath roared once more as it used its arms to pound the ground.

The seismic waves nearly threw him out a window but he shot his grapnel-gun in time and shot up to the second floor. He threw some more bombs at him bringing his attention to him and away from the girl. The tongue shot out once more but Drifter whacked at it with his tonfas and activated a taser built into it. The beast was knocked back from the pain but kept on coming.

"So, come here often miss or do you have a psychic bacon sense as another power?"

He was slashed at by the monster's claws and actually broke the skin slightly. The wound was superficial but it still stung. "Note to self: Joke, tease, and flirt later. Keep your eye on the boar."

He ducked to avoid the next attack and actually jumped on his arm and started running on it like it was a bridge. When he got to the head he kicked at the eyes because that was the vulnerable spot that had no real protection such as fat or muscle. He was promptly bucked off and crashed into a planter back on the second floor.

He dropped back down next to the mystery girl. He pulled out some freeze mines out of his utility belt and handed them to her. "Can you plant these all over the thing while I distract him? Oh you will? Thanks!" Drifter said quickly almost to the point where he couldn't be understood. He grappled back up to the head and continued fighting.

[Aileen Merle Whitman]

Of course, the boy's words only made her "extreme scowling" even worse. "Look, are you—" Her next words. bound to be insulting, were cut off, her voice dying as she watched the demonic-pig-thing rise to its feet. She breathed a curse, likely too quiet for the blonde to hear, as it grew even larger. She raised her petite, white-sleeved arm to protect her face from any possible debris from damaged walls and ceilings the monster may have caused as it grew larger and larger. "All I wanted..." Aileen begun, her voice low—the calm before the storm—and measured, "WAS TO BUY SOMETHING NICE!" She yelled the last words, at maximum rage. Her hands which were half-raised in anger, quickly made their way over her ears as the pig squealed, achieving a much louder volume than she could ever hope to accomplish. The girl hunched over slightly with her hands covering her ears, trying to block out the hideous noise. Her teeth gritted and she positively radiated fury.

As the demon pig shot its sharp tongue out, Aileen jumped backwards into the protection of a shadow. She remained in the shadowy dimension, trying to see through her rage to come up with a plan. She could only do so much with her powers against such a large enemy. Really, what she needed now was a weapon. The dark-haired girl cursed herself for not keeping any sort of knife or dagger on her. Her powers alone weren't good for offensive moves. She watched in furious horror as the pig slammed its fists into the ground, the force of impact nearly defenestrating—her favorite word—the blonde boy. Thankfully, she was safe within her shadow dimension for that one. But she wouldn't stay here forever, her rage wouldn't let her. Aileen's anger almost always outweighed her sense of self-preservation. She stepped out of the shadow, before hurrying into one of the clothing shops. She grabbed a thick, black leather glove, from a pile of many in a clearance basket near the counter, separating it from its twin. With her hand now protected, the dark-haired girl grabbed a piece of glass that littered the floor from the broken shop window. It was a primitive weapon to say the very least and not to mention she doubted it'd be anything more than a paper-cut to the giant monster. But it was something, and no way was she asking the blonde-haired weirdo for a spare weapon.

As she turned to face the pig-thing, she saw the blonde holding it off. Aileen stood near his side, taking a defensive stance, eyes scanning the area, desperately searching for a path of shadows to travel. However, she was distracted as the boy once again decided to open his masked mouth. She threw a look at him, her expression outraged and perplexed. "Seriously? You choose to do this now?!" As the boy was clawed by the monster, she couldn't help but point with her hand that wasn't holding the shard of glass and give a short, vindictive "Hah." feeling that the clawing was completely deserved retribution. Aileen took off at the same time as the blonde, traveling from a nearby shadow to one once again higher up. She used the force of her fall as slashed at the big demon with the glass as she fell back down, creating a long but shallow cut, before making tumbling contact with the ground.

As much as Aileen hated to admit it, the blonde was doing much more damage than she was. Once again, the thought that she really needed to get her hands on some weapons crossed her mind, because against something this large and nonhuman, her powers alone just wouldn't cut it. As she gathered herself together once more, the blonde landed beside her. He spoke quickly, almost too quickly for Aileen to understand. She took the weird mine things, too distracted by trying to understand what he said to resist. She looked down at the mines in her hands before shouting after the boy as he moved, "I never agreed!" Still, there wasn't much else the dark-haired girl could do. At least this way she was doing something useful. "Fine. But not because you asked me to!" She took off, and began using the same tactic, dropping from shadows on the ceiling, to land on the pig demon to plant the mines.

[Drifter]

The girl did well, she wasn't spotted or even felt by the beast. As he was thrown off for the last time, Drifter checked a device on his utility belt. The light was a solid blue and all of them were primed. He had expected that most of them would end up on the creature but all of them, sometimes when in a rush for your life something was bound not to stick. But not this time, although putting these mines on the beast was not exactly rocket science, it still took keen concentration to not be spotted. He picked himself up off the floor and held the detonator.

"Nice work! Now that he's flashing like Christmas lights how about we have the perfect winter? Pig men need an ice age! " He said smiling with joy though it could not be seen. As he held the detonator it was knocked out of his hand by the beast's tongue. As he ran to get the detonator, the tongue picked it up and held it out of reach. It seemed to be laughing as if it knew what it was doing all of a sudden. It didn't know what the detonator was really, it just knew that Drifter wanted it and that was good enough for it. As Drifter tried swinging to get to it, the beast swallowed it whole.

"I suppose this is a bad time to say that I don't have a spare one of those? I mean I have to pay for the materials to make the gear myself. Who knew that detonators were a man-boar's equivalent to caviar?" Drifter said to the girl as he blushed and then put his palm on his face.

As the beast roared once more, the force of it knocked Drifter back. As Drifter was about to say that things couldn't get much worse, the creatures hocked a loogey all over the two.
Apparently it wasn't acidic or poisonous, that was probably one of the only good things about this. he looked at Eileen with an expression pretty much saying "Please don't hit me, I'm so sorry". Of course he wouldn't say it, Drifter hardly ever apologized for anything. The look would have to suffice. He opened his utility belt and gave the girl a few regular shuriken. Well they weren't entirely normal shuriken, once thrown these things activated their motors and the blades rotated at an RPM about the speed of a commercial airliner. This would do some damage though probably not much. Dirifter didn't want to give her anymore bombs because she was not trained to use them and he didn't plan on sticking around to show her. He also left her a communicator that was simple enough for anyone to use.

"Distract him for me. I now must become one with the beast!" he said with a stoic and brave voice as if inferring he was going to tap into some mystical power like melding minds. He winked at her, tied his shining hair back and rushed at the monster. He ran up the side of the wall and used his shoes to grind on the second story ledge. Sparks flew out as he slid, coming closer, and closer to the beasts face. He threw tear gas at its nose and as it coughed and opened its mouth. Drifter jumped into the mouth and was swallowed whole.

Some static was heard on the communicator he left with the girl. After a few seconds of crackling and gurgling noises a message finally came through. The message was quiet and filled with static at first but eventually came through loud and clear. "Hey? You read me beautiful? I made it in okay now I need to find the detonator. Can you look after, our kid as I look through his toybox?" he said jokingly.

[Aileen Merle Whitman]

Aileen, after placing the last of the mines, made her way back to the ground and stood beside the blonde. At his words, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Stop your stupid monologuing and press the button already!" The dark-haired girl commanded. She watched in horror as the demon beast shot its tongue at the blonde, effectively ridding his hands of the detonator. "Watch out!" She yelled, but it was far too late, and before she knew it, the pig had swallowed the detonator. Her reaction time was not the best, other wise she would have shadow-hopped to get to the detonator. Aileen rounded on the blonde, her dark eyes looking positively demonic in her angry glare. Obviously, she blamed him for what had just happened, if not the entire scenario. "This is what happens when you stop to attempt to make witty comments in battle. And in case you were wondering, they were not even witty!" Her glare, if possible, grew even more intense as he brought the bad news, as well as the bad new's reasoning. "Excuses." Aileen hissed, his words had obviously not placated her in the slightest.

Before Aileen could verbally berate the blonde-haired boy any further, the beast roared, pushing both humans back with the sheer force of the sound. Due to her lesser weight and size, Aileen flew a little further than the blonde. Lying on the ground amongst the rubble the girl groaned, thinking of all the bruises she would have from this encounter. For all of her little fighting experience, she was unaccustomed to being tossed around like this. All Aileen really wanted to do, was just sit there. Perhaps she would sink into a shadow to rest, and let the blonde-haired boy handle the pig on his own from here on out. The dark-haired girl shook her head, knowing she'd never forgive herself if she did that. She sat up, rubbing her sore back, only to immediately wish she hadn't. Before she knew what hit her, she was covered in demon-pig-thing spit. She cringed, her eyes closed, as she frantically attempted to wipe the stuff off somehow. "This is so disgusting.." She hissed, absolutely horrified. "You!" She stood up and marched over to the blonde, shouting the word on her way there. "This is all your fault!" She yelled, pointing at him. Aileen didn't care if his expression said he was sorry. No amount of apologies would ever make this up, in the dark-haired and dark-hearted girl's mind.

Aileen looked down into her hands, to see a few shuriken were resting there, as well as a radio. Finally she had some real weapons. Despite this, her fury refused to subside as he began speaking again. "What are you talking about now?!" She demanded, before saying, "Actually! I could care less! Just send this demonic pig to hell and quit monologuing about it!" The girl replied to the wink with an intense glare. How dare he! She watched as he ran up the wall and threw tear gas, all the while throwing shruiken at the monster, trying to hold its attention as requested. "Wait... What are you..." She trailed off, realization hitting her. "Oh." Honestly, there was nothing she could find to insult him with this time. While what he was about to do was absolutely disgusting, Aileen couldn't bring herself to berate him for it, as he was making a sacrifice to defeat this monster. The dark-haired girl shook her head, unused to not being able yell at someone.

Her chance came soon enough. Static sounded from the communicator the blonde boy had given her, and Aileen took it in her hand, listening close. She threw another shuriken, before using a shadow to dodge as the monster shot its tongue again. "Yeah, I read you—wait—what did you call me?" Aileen demanded angrily. The nerve of him! It was only made worse at his next words. "You better hope you die inside that beast's belly, because if you somehow manage to get yourself out of there alive I will dispose of you myself!" She raged into the communicator.

[Drifter]

"Yeah honey kisses to you too. We'll have tea and cakes later." Drifter said, ignoring her threat.

There was an echo of gurgles, belching, and popping from in the beast. The digestive system was strange for the beast. Drifter shrugged, strange beast equals strange entrails no duh. He could see the stomach acid in the distance. It seemed to move like the tides of the ocean. It was a good thing he his mask was also a gas mask, other wise the odor and the fumes of the various gases inside of it would have killed him. The acid shore hadn't quite reached where he was standing just yet so he looked around and there were piles of stuff the beast had eaten during Drifter's chase with it.

"You know, its times like this I wish I could collapse a shovel into my utility belt. The conservation of mass can be a real pain sometimes. "he said aloud as he walked through the cavernous insides of the monster.

He activated the X-ray vision he programmed into his cybernetic contact lenses. He also set up the image of the detonator in the search engine and then a target on the screen hovered around for a moment. It stopped in place, flashed for a moment and then zoomed in on the device. Without this handy little tool he would have probably have had to look for hours. He didn't have that kind of time, he didn't have the tide charts for the insides of a shape-shifting pig-demon-man. "Hey! I found Waldo!"

He ran up to the pile but what he was standing on began to quake. It must have moving in response to the attacks on the surface. He had almost slipped into the acid but managed to keep his footing. He yelled into the radio "Mind not raising the Richter Scale so much while you're playing with junior? I almost fell into a half digested piece of...is that a pair of bagpipes?"

He dug through the pile of, well whatever it was digging for the detonator. The splatting and sloshing noises that the pile made as he fished through it with his hands made him feel sick to his stomach. The thing he was inside of ate just about anything, he didn't want to know what all of this was but not knowing let his imagination run wild. That was perhaps worse than knowing what all of these things once were. As he finally felt the detonator in his hands he made cure not to accidentally press the button. If he activated it while inside he'd be done for. He could feel his heart beat faster and faster each second he stayed inside the stomach. He was completely out of his element but then again just about everyone would be. he wished he went to foil a convenient store robbery that he heard about on the police scanners but no, he had to go big or go home.

"Eureka! I found me pot o' gold!" he said in the communicator with a smile so great it could even be heard from his voice. The place rumbled again and he would have actually burned in the acid this time if he hadn't grappled up to the esophagus in time. Now that he was up at the mouth he needed to to get the thing to open wide. Drifter waited for two minutes, holding on to a tooth for balance. Nothing happened. He sighed, if he wouldn't let him out willingly than he'd have to force it. Two choices popped into his head, he could be thrown up by disturbing the uvula or he could come out the other end. Neither choice was pleasing, he would have went out the nostrils if he could but the nostrils were too small and he couldn't go out the ears without going through the brain and tearing through the eardrums.

An idea suddenly sparked in his mind. It was inspired, and although it was still disgusting, it was better than the other alternatives. He climbed up to the nasal cavity and placed some bombs. They weren't the mines from before but were a different seat of mines. As he dropped back to the mouth he detonated the mines in the nose. When they broke open tear gas exploded. The beast wheezing paused for a second. Drifter thought it the plan didn't work but all of a sudden he was blasted out to the outside and crashed into a planter. Drifter did not have the time to calculate the potential power of the sneeze.

"Honey I'm home!" he said as he tried to pick himself up but fell again due to his dizziness. He fumbled around in his utility belt for a minute and finally found the detonator and pushed the button.


Boom! As the mines went off every part of his body was becoming encased in ice. The ice would cryogenically bind the beast until people could arrive to thaw him out and turn int back into a human. He brushed himself off and walked over to the moody girl. He pulled out his first aid supplies from his belt. He was more beat up than she was but as a hero he wanted to treat the other first.

"So...you okay?" he asked with a caring voice devoid completely of snark. His golden hair and soft features gave him the look of a guardian angel you would see in an old renaissance painting. His eyes looked into her own.

[Aileen Merle Whitman]

"Ugh!" Aileen simply yelled into the communicator, far too angry to come up with a legitimate and snarky response. She stuffed the speaking device into her front dress pocket, returning her attention to the giant pig demon. It had probably been a very bad idea to let her focus stray in the first place. The giant pig once again shot its tongue out, and the dark-haired girl jumped to the side. It was an extremely close call, but Aileen had managed to evade the thing, but the force of it behind her was enough to turn her jump into a clumsy, tumbling roll. She slid across the slick mall floor, before being stopped by a pile of rocky rubble. She jumped to her feet quickly as possible, covered in dust from smashed drywall. Unlike last time, she didn't take the time lie there and recover. The time simply did not exist. The dark-haired anti-hero was now fighting this monster alone, with nothing to hold its attention but herself. It was a good thing she had moved when she did, too, because the pig was now charging at the spot she had been in mere moments ago. Aileen took cover in a shadow, trying to gain her breath. Outside, the giant pig demon searched for its target.

Oh how nice it would be to remain safe in the shadow. The pig demon couldn't touch her there. No one could. There, Aileen would be safe and out of harm's way. There was a problem with this strategy, however. The pig was getting closer and closer to an exit of the mall. No matter how much she wanted to, Aileen couldn't stay hidden and safe in the shadow while it wreaked havoc on civilians outside. The dark-haired girl knew she had to keep it distracted enough for the blonde to find the detonator, and stop the monster. Pesky morals. They would be the death of her, Aileen simply knew it. She screwed her eyes shut for a moment, before sighing and exiting the shadow. It was about this time she heard something coming from her communicator, but all she picked up was something about a shovel. She shrugged, not caring to attempt to fill in the words she had missed to solve the mystery. Aileen threw another shuriken at the beast, watching as the spinning blades made contact somewhere around its shoulder. The pigs skin at the spot of contact was shredded into a bloody mess, looking as if someone had decided to take use a cheese-grater on it. Still, the damage wasn't near enough to be considering a victory, however minor. The beast roared, more in anger than in pain. The impact once again sent Aileen backwards.

Aileen grit her teeth as she landed with a thud. "Again with the roari—aaah!" Her angry comment dissolved as a panicked scream, and she quickly rolled to the side, still on the ground. The beast had taken the moment to charge once again, and Aileen had narrowly avoided being trampled on. The pig demon collided with the wall, with a great big slam. The force of the impact was enough to create a hole in the wall, and for a moment, the pig was stuck trying to get its head out of hole. Aileen stared in horror at the pig, her hand on her chest and breathing deeply, shocked by the brush with death. At this point, in the moment of relative silence as the pig began freeing itself from the entrapment of the wall, Aileen heard the blonde speak through the communicator. "Deal with it." She spoke into the box, not angry, but that deathly calm that often makes itself an after-effect of a near-death experience. Without a doubt, it was the impact with the wall, perhaps the strongest yet, that had caused the "raising the Richter Scale" that the blonde had complained about.

With another roar, the pig freed itself. Aileen scrambled away. She was getting her butt kicked, as much as she hated to admit it. On top of it all, she only had two shuriken left. Not they were particularly useful. Better make them count. She thought forlornly. Thinking back over the fight, trying to come up with strategy, she couldn't help but think how unfair it was that the pig didn't seem too worn down. Aileen was getting tired, herself. Aileen really hoped the masked blonde boy found the detonator soon. Then she remembered the boy's previous assaults on the pig demon's eyes. Perhaps that would do something. Aileen, for the umpteenth time, decided to use her "fall-from-a-ceiling-shadow" battle-plan. The dark-haired girl moved around for a few moments, dodging attacks, as she tried to get the monster close enough to an appropriate shadow. By using her tactic, she was soon close enough to land the shuriken where she wanted it. As she landed on the floor, she winced and turned away, not wanting to see the damage to the eye the spinning shuriken caused.

The pig's pained squealing was soon cut off by a strange wheezing. Aileen stared in confusion for a moment, before it hit her exactly what was happening. The dark-haired girl immediately dived into a shadow. No way was she getting sneezed on by a giant pig demon. She watched from within the shadow as the blonde boy was fired out of from the general vicinity of the pig demons face. "That is just..." She began, horrified, before discovering there were no words to adequately describe the grossness of the situation. Aileen stepped out of the shadow in time to witness what happened next up close and personal. Her eyes rolled at the blonde's commentary, before watching the ice enclose the pig. When it was all over, Aileen released a tense, heavy sigh. She hunched over, resting her hands on her knees as she breathed, glad that was finally done with. A voice interrupted her short respite, and the dark-haired girl stood up straight once again. "What? I am okay." Aileen replied simply. She did look a bit worse for the wear, though. There were a few cuts here and there cause by broken glass, and heaven above only knew how many blooming bruises, but that was the extent of the damage.

Aileen then noticed the real concern, and was rather taken aback. She stared back at him in confusion. It was rare for the girl to hear something so genuine. Still, it didn't last for long, as the gaze soon became uncomfortable. Her eyes turned into their usual state of a sharp glare and she turned away. With one hand on her hip, and the other at her side she spoke. "Well, now that this little incident has wrapped up nicely, I would like to be on my way." She told him, as angrily as she could manage in her sudden exhaustion, which wasn't actually too angry. "I would say that it was fun, but... it was really the opposite."

[Drifter]

Drifter shrugged, "What was her problem?" he thought to himself. He didn't want to say it aloud seeing it was a hard enough day already. At least everything was taken care of. Drifter would wait here to keep guard until the authorities arrived and in case porky woke up. Overall they worked well together. They may not have been buddies or so much in sync that they knew what each was planning but it worked. That was the most important thing. He was impressed with her and while he respected pretty much everyone in terms of being people, impressing him in hero work was another story. She was definitely not much of a fighter but that wasn't everything. Her power lent itself to stealth and precision.

"Well I've been spat on, eaten, and sneezed out today. I'm beaten and scratched and smell like I don't even want to know. Overall, not the worst party I've been a part of." he said to Aileen as he panted.

He felt a little sad that she was leaving. Not very sad of course they just met and they did not really hit it off. But still, when things ended it was always something to think about. He ran back up to her. He doubted she would let him come close to really treat her wounds but he would at least try to. They probably weren't major but considering how filthy that monster was infection seemed potential.

"Something tells me that thing is full of gross stuff. Okay nothing tells me, I kinda got a real close look didn't I? Anyways, you should let me take a look at the deep cuts. Or at least take some of my antiseptic spray. You don't know where our playmate has been after all."

He cleaned his injuries as he spoke, wrapping up his chest with gauze after spraying himself. It stung for a few seconds but nothing to bad. Of course he was trained to have a high tolerance for pain. The martial arts training he did as a child when he was with the League of Shadows taught more than sneaking and hitting. It taught how to last as long as physically possible. He wasn't in to bad a shape. He may need some small stitches but nothing he actually needed a doctor for. He stitched and cauterized his own wounds for the most part. It hurt, it hurt a lot but he could take it. He wouldn't go that in depth in front of her though. She did not seem the squeamish type but you never know and he was very vulnerable when he was doing that anyways.

"I'd hate to keep calling you grouch or dark moody woman. Well not really but the joke would wear down quick enough. And it wouldn't exactly be A list material. So do you have a name?"

[Aileen Merle Whitman]

At his words, Aileen couldn't help but not-so subtly edge away, nose wrinkled in disgust. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder in a small display of believed superiority before realizing she, herself was in desperate need of a shower. At this thought, a strong sense of hatred rose up, aimed at the offending, frozen pig. "Are you sure we cannot kill him off? We would positively be doing to world a service." She spoke, her voice fairly dripping venom. Still, the question was more or less rhetorical and a form of venting. The black-haired girl knew that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Instead of further ranting, she turned her attention to assessing her current state. A small, barely audible whimper escaped her lips at the fact there was still a little pig saliva remaining. As one who valued beauty and always judged books by their covers, the pain of her injuries paled in comparison to Aileen's horror.

Aileen was jerked from her horrified reverie as the blonde spoke again. She wrinkled her nose once more, reluctantly agreeing with what he said. She held out her small hand, waiting to receive the can of antiseptic spray. Disliking the close proximity necessary for an object to pass from one hand to another, Aileen held herself at a distance. The girl took the can, swiftly, almost rudely, before lifting it up to examine it. Her eyes narrowed as she turned the can around in her hand, searching for absolute signs of legitimacy. The strange blonde boy could use antiseptic of shady quality all he wanted, but if the spray was questionable, Aileen would decide she could just use the spray she had at her home. Truly, the dark haired girl was simply too stubborn and materialistic for her, or anyone else's good. When satisfied with what she saw, Aileen shook the can before spraying it on her hand. Immediately, she couldn't help but wince at the stinging sensation. The feeling suddenly made the overall pain from her injuries relevant as she noticed them again. Here's something about the dark-haired girl one might would like to know:

Aileen was a wimp.

When not in battle or otherwise distracted, her pain tolerance was low at best. Rather than continuing to spray her injuries, she tossed the can to the blonde boy's feet, as if discarding a can of trash. Aileen wasn't going to show such a ridiculous sign of weakness in front of an almost stranger, but she had no intention of letting herself get an infection. Instead, she'd revert back to the original back-up plan of using what she had at home. "I can clean myself up when I return home. As for now, I would like to leave before the media shows up." She said. Aileen began walking, each purposeful stride bringing her closer to the exit of the mall. However, her progression stopped as the blonde spoke. She rolled her dark eyes at his words, having heard the insult before. Still Aileen, in honor of their short-lived partnership, figured she would grace him with an answer. "My name is Aileen Whitman." As she spoke, she didn't look back at the blonde. With the callous sentence complete, she began walking once more, not bothering to ask his name in return.

[Drifter]

"I don't think killing it would be very smart, even if we had one epic luau the rest of the meat would still rot. Plus the fact that this thing is supposed to human...well sometimes it is I guess." he said answering a question that was obviously not looking for an answer. But he gave one anyways of course as he always did. If he could think of a joke no matter if it was not even witty or funny he went for it.

Clearly this girl was a snob. She held the antiseptic canister at like it was covered in filth and disease, ironic considering it fought those very things. The can was not even covered in slime or anything from the fight, it was covered in a pouch in his utility belt after all. "Lady, if I can make cryogenic grenades, grapnel-guns, and a complex filtration system for my mask then I think making a cocktail of rubbing alcohol to cover a few cuts is a no brainer!"

When he looked at the can that she threw on the ground by his feet he picked it up and examined it closely. He had a quizzical look on his face. "What? Did the can make a rude face at you or something?" he asked dryly as he placed it back in his belt. He would have to remember to refill it later. He did not understand why she had even tried to examine the thing anyways. There was no brand label on it or anything, just a spray can labeled antiseptic in big black generic lettering. He said nothing when she winced in pain. It would not be very heroic or downright in good taste if he made fun of someone in actual pain even if he thought she was overreacting to it. The only time to make fun of someone in pain was if it was slapstick humor.

"Well best of luck to you Aileen! Hopefully we can meet sometime when you wake up on the right side of the bed! Maybe we can do something a little more laid back next time? Dinner and a movie sounds good!" he yelled out to her. He doubted she even heard her by now as she kept on walking. It was funny, for not wanting to be known by the press or anyone she was sure quick to identify herself. Maybe it was a fake name or something? That or she either was new and inexperienced to the whole anonymous hero deal or just didn't think it would matter if he knew. He could figure out who she was if he really wanted to. The computers in his contact lenses recorded what happened and her finger prints were on the can she borrowed. But he did not see a real point to it. If she actually did more things and was a suspect than he would look into it. But although she seemed to be a rude antisocial girl, sh e did not do anything super villain-like.