Blackhawk's Fight

Tommy Driscoll, AKA "Blackhawk"--named so because his superhero costume pretty much lifted the colors and stripes of the Chicago Blackhawks--face down his Elvish enemies. His HUD beeped as he looked at his opponents; five of them. he pressed a button on the side of his helmet, making a facemask cover him up. "Stay out of our way, human," said one of the Elves. "Our battle is not with you."

"It became my battle as soon as you attacked me and the city," Blackhawk replied. Man, that felt badass!

"Get him!" said the Elf. His underlings advanced on Blackhawk. But Blackhawk stood his ground, refusing to budge even one millimeter. Swords and magic-powered energy staffs were pointed at him. One hit could short-circuit his suit and leave him vulnerable. But with his martial arts expertise, he could take them. Then an Elf lunged at him, swinging his staff at him. He blocked the staff and countered with a right straight to the Elf's face.

Now all hell broke loose and Blackhawk found himself fighting tooth-and-nail with the Elves. There was no doubt in the 22-year-old's mind they were tough. These are guys out of a fantasy novel or Norse mythology, not Santa's Little Helpers. Five Elven staffs swung in his direction, but he jumped and flipped out of the way. He landed on a table in the square and pointed his right arm at the elves. He pressed on a button on his glove and a laser cutter erupted from the glove. The elves were too fast and he didn't get a chance to block the staff that whacked him in the chest.

Though not in total pain, he still hurt from where they hit him. His teeth grit in determination and he got back up. It wasn't that bad, anyway. He glared at the elves who'd come for him. "You should have stayed away from us, young human," said the lead Elf. "But now you will face the consequences."

"I don't think so," said the superhero. He stood up, spread his legs out and prepared to take on the elves. The staff of the one to the leader's right began to glow. Blackhawk bent his legs more and prepared to strike. The Elf pointed his staff at Blackhawk but in a quick move, Blackhawk jumped, spun and knocked the staff out of the Elf's hands and then finished him off with a punch to the face.

With the Elves coming at him, he didn't wast a moment, kicking an onrushing elf in the solar plexus and ducked under another one, standing up at the right time and tossed the armored Elf into one of the tables. Two down. He turned to face them and made a "Bring it" gesture.

The Elves came forward, but Blackhawk did not move. He grabbed one Elf's staff and punched him in the face and then took hold of the staff and swung it and the Elf into his comrade. A resounding "OOF" could be heard coming from the Elves and now there was one.

However this Elf pointed his staff at Blackhawk and fired at his feet. The resulting explosion sent dust and dirt flying that obscured Blackhawk's vision. After jumping out of the dust he noticed the lead Elf and his underlings had disappeared. He'd won, but now he had more questions than answers.