The Heroes of Little Springs

The duplicate Jet stayed put where he was, as Quiver regained her bearings. Had he wanted to, he could had ended her where she stood. Yet he didn't, mainly because he found pleasure in toying with her.

Once her grip tightened on the metallic trash can lids she had, and she was running towards the fire, he extended both his arms outwards at full length and twirled them quickly like propellers. The burning ash, dust, and debris blew violently into Quiver's direction. If this dusty storm pile did not hurt or scratch her, it would prove extremely dangerous for her eyes, namely her sight.

Seeing the debris coming towards her, Quiver quickly covered her eyes with her arm. However, this also put up one of the trash can lids as a shield. She held the other lid out as well in order to block the incoming attack as much as possible.

Quiver coughed as the debris surrounded her and she felt pieces that she couldn't block stinging her body. When the smoke had cleared as best as possible, she took another look at the fire, trying to find the main source. Or, at least, the fire that was closest to reaching across the street. And anything else that might be helpful.

She continued on her path towards the fire, hoping Jet would attack again.

Noticing Quiver running away yet again and closer to the fire, the duplicate grinned, before laughing once. He immediately brought his arms up, extended fully like last time, and repeated the same action. However instead of blowing the forceful wind towards Quiver, he did so backwards by creating a super speed suction force.

Slowly the sucking double tornado hands picked up momentum, simply bringing some tiny dust, paper, then rocks, and suddenly Quiver as her hair, clothes, and then body was moved backwards by its power. Once he had enough power in his tornado hands, keeping Quiver in place from the suction, and almost bringing her backwards fully, he brought both arms up and whipped them to the side. Doing so would cause anything in its vortex to take the same pattern of movement, tossing over to the side.

As Quiver was being pulled in by the vortex, she desperately tried to turn her body around so she was facing the clone. Before the clone separated his hands and while he was still sucking Quiver in, she placed both trash can lids so they would fly directly at the clone. She then took out the tazer gun and shot towards him.

Tossing in the trash can lids first, to act somewhat as a plug to the duplicate Jet's vortex, it was soon accompanied by the taser's gun shot.

As these two frisbee like lids spun erratically towards the clone, they whipped the vortex to the side, causing one of the lids to veer quickly off course and into a wall. It ground right into the concrete from the powerful wind and force bestowed onto the it. But not before cutting the clone across their arm slightly.

Clasping it quickly, their arm wobbled from its genetic makeup, before quickly snapping back into shape, as the other lid was still oncoming. With this last lid the clone grabbed it with super speed, not harming him at all. As the wires to the taser came spiraling towards him, he used the lid as a shield. The ends attached to the metal of the lid, before an electrical pulse shot through it to the lid. However clone or not, this was a super speedster and they were able to throw the lid to their side quickly.

Along with the lid came the taser's wires, and the gun itself, as it was still attached to it. The two objects slid and tumbled to an halt, far away from the two.

While the clone was avoiding the trash can lids, Quiver ran towards him. Along the way, she grabbed two of the rocks that had fallen on the ground.

Just as the clone blocked the second trash can lid, Quiver went to hit him with the rocks. Her arms swung as though she were punching him only instead of a fist he'd be facing a rather sharp rock. Once she hit him, she took a swing at his legs.

The rough and jagged asphalt in Quiver's hands scuffed the duplicate Jet, scratching across his chest and tearing his upper costume. The impact also caused him to stagger backwards, his back wobbling oddly. Once Quiver's kicks came in, they sped away, as their elastic back trailed slightly behind, before he stopped himself abruptly and reshaped his form.

Shaking his head from the attacks, he frowned annoyingly, and then sped towards Quiver. Instead of putting her out of her misery, he grabbed both chunks from her hand. Because he was doing it so fast, she would have little time to react to either attack or stop him from doing so.

With the two pieces in hand, he rubbed them together with his super speed. The grinding sound emitted was quite unpleasant. The pieces became warmer, hot to the touch, with smoke forming. Eventually they were ground to smaller pieces, which they then tossed at Quiver.

Seeing that the clone had taken the rocks from her, Quiver backed away from him. She then rolled towards one of the trash can lids. For a moment, she stopped at the irritable sound the clone was making with the stones. Grimacing, she pushed passed the pain. As the hot debris was thrown at her, Quiver held up the trash can lid as she charged the clone.

The lid Quiver had taken from another alleyway trash can served its use as a shield against the hot dust. However some still managed to bypass such a crude barrier, especially because Quiver was a lot larger then the lid.

Quiver looked away as some of the hot dust was escaping through her shield. She felt it burn her skin but she continued forward before taking a swipe at the clone's head with the trash can lid.

Once Quiver charged in with the lid, Jet grabbed it with both arms. The impact still bowed and caused him to lose his footing slightly, be he kept upright. His arms bent erratically as was expected with such a body, before he released the lid.

Immediately he sped away from Quiver, before then charging towards her side. It was so fast only a gust of dust was left behind. His wobbly and elastic arms trailed behind his immense speed, before he stopped abruptly near her side. Falling behind, his arms did not stop their rubbery and wobbly speed, which both then pounded against and threw her off of her feet.

Once impact was made, the arms erratically jiggled and raveled back towards the duplicates body, before snapping back into shape and size.

Quiver groaned as she was smacked into the clone's arms. She managed to regain her footing and also noticed how the clone's arms weren't able to catch up with his body.

Quickly, Quiver's eyes darted around the area and she focused on some piled cars with one looking as though it were ready to tip. While watching the clone, she made a run past the cars as if she were trying to get a piece of debris as a new weapon. However, as she ran past the cars, she purposely pushed into them.

When and if she did reach the piece of debris, she took it and threw it at the tipping car in case her pushing hadn't fully worked.

With Quiver running away, the duplicate Jet grinned, before taking pursuit. He super-sped like he and the real Jet always did, homing in towards his intended target.

After Quiver passed the cars, she took a sudden stop, searching for the arms that were sure to be dragged behind. As soon as she saw any sign of this, even if it meant getting hit in the process, Quiver threw the the debris she had picked up to give the car the final push it needed.

The duplicate Jet continued speeding by, even as the car tipped over. His super speed zipped right by the toppling car, and all of him managed to make it through even before the car shifted and ground. Once the entire car had fallen on the road, it left a thunderous echo, shook the ground, cracked the asphalt, and threw dust up everywhere.

However nothing was trapped underneath of it, at least not anything of importance. The duplicate Jet's arms didn't even leave his body, not like their elastic shape previously. There seemed just like any normal human's arms and Jet's.

They did not stop there and slammed a fist directly into Quiver's arm, before zipping to the side, where they kicked her chest to her far left.