Madcap, by contrast, was wearing a customized costume that had cost no small amount of money. A faceguard covered the lower half of his face, and was imprinted with the image of a wide grin. Black facepaint surrounded his dark eyes, accentuating the whites, and a pointed black leather cap connected to the mask and his costume.
Not bad.
His armor was more aesthetic than functional, and featured broad, spike-studded pads.
I suppose if his power already protects him, he can get away with that.
“I hit pretty hard myself,” Jamie replied. A glance over her shoulder revealed that the two men who’d been driving the containment van nearest her were running.
I suppose there’s not much else they can do, so fair enough.
She knew it was empty, a decoy.
Ahh, that explains it.
Are all of them empty? Did Jamie get the PRT to set up a fake transport? Except Madcap is a mercenary, so he probably primarily attacks transports people pay him to attack.
She wrested the bumper free with a tug and then swung it at Madcap like an oversized bat.
Heh, nice.
Use the bumper to bump him!
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