Post by Matthew Murdock on Apr 28, 2015 4:30:38 GMT
Ratchting from one dessicated rooftop to the next, Daredevil slinks around his neighborhood on patrol. There was no end to the troubles that faced the people he protected: SHIELD had been by recently demanding tribute, raiders had begun to demand "protection" caps from Hell's Kitchen, and rumors of increased Super Mutant activity had everyone afraid.
It'd do morale some good for people to see the Devil of Hell's Kitchen out and about.
Firing another hook from his billy club, he ratchets up to a perch, where he slinks down on, crouching like a gargoyle above the district. He takes a few moments to relax, allowing the senses of his city to come to him. Smells, sounds, even tastes and vibrations of the air, all paint a picture of what's going around him, far better than sight could.
Detecting something, he swings down from the roof, over the street. Whether it was Matthew Murdock or Daredevil that had to meet the presence, he was ready.
It'd do morale some good for people to see the Devil of Hell's Kitchen out and about.
Firing another hook from his billy club, he ratchets up to a perch, where he slinks down on, crouching like a gargoyle above the district. He takes a few moments to relax, allowing the senses of his city to come to him. Smells, sounds, even tastes and vibrations of the air, all paint a picture of what's going around him, far better than sight could.
Detecting something, he swings down from the roof, over the street. Whether it was Matthew Murdock or Daredevil that had to meet the presence, he was ready.
