A Game of Cat and Mouse

(( Did someone say backup!? .. I wouldn't mind joining in if it's kay. ))

((I always forget Asimov=Jack.))

((Also, PETITE!?! You are SO getting it.))

Vi turned to face the specter. "Oh, scared I'm going to break something? IF you even ARE a specter, you wouldn't even bother dodging." She took an aggressive stance. "So come on! Fight for real!"

She began jogging towards him, her arms spread wide. She was just going to full-on tackle him.

((If you really want me to break out...alrighty then...))
Shaco was defeated once again. He had valiantly incapacitated the young officer, and managed to get his shivs. However, he was stopped once more by an officer luckily standing outside the door.

"Dumb luck..." Shaco muttered, still tied up in his chair, however, the bonds were not as loose as before. The police did not want to take any chances with the Jester now. " I can't hear you carny..." The officer assigned to guard him spoke once again in her sing song voice, annoying Shaco even more. If this was how he was perceived by others...nah, Shaco assumed that he was a pretty popular demon jester, to say the least.

"What's that? You have a joke to tell?" The officer taunted again. Shaco gritted his teeth. "I said, it was dumb luck..." Shaco grunted, loud enough for the officer to hear. The woman smirked, still keeping an eye on Shaco. Escape was definitely tougher, as this officer was somewhat competent.

Suddenly, Shaco had an idea. He had noticed the crack on the ceiling from his earlier break out attempt was larder, and small beacons of light were seeping through it. Around this crack, the ceiling sagged, trying desperately to support the new weight that the crack had created.

The crack seemed like it was fit to burst. All it needed was one small action to provoke it. "What are you looking at, clown?" Shaco snapped back to the officer. "Uhh...nothing, my dear...just that crack in the ceiling."

The officer raised an eyebrow, but didn't add anything. "Shaco looked back to the crack, examined it for a couple seconds, the. Turned back to the woman. "Actually, it looks pretty unstable... You might want to, perhaps, check it out?" Shaco slightly grinned, not wanting to reveal his malicious intent to the officer.

The officer grabbed her chair, slid it over until it was directly under the crack. She stood up, and started to slightly push the crack. Shaco saw tiny bits of cement slowly descended from the crack, and he grinned. She diligently continued to shove the opening, each attempt becoming more forceful. Finally, she turned back to Shaco.

The woman was about to say something to Shaco, but before she could, she gave the crack one final push. Suddenly, the ceiling gave way. A downfall of hardened cement, granite, and stone crushed the officer, instantly knocking her out.

Shaco, however, was considerably luckier. A chunk of ceiling managed to land on him, not crushing him completely, but severing his bonds. Shaco cheered, giving the chunk a heave. After a few attempts, it gave way, freeing Shaco metaphorically and literally.

The Jester sprinted to reclaim his shivs once more, then tried the door. It was locked, so Shaco immediately jumped up to the ledge between the floors that the crack had created. Once he was up, he was greeted by a very frightened police officer standing on top of the toilet. The Jester returned the gaze, then promptly threw him down to the first floor, knocking him out cold.

Shaco quickly sprinted out of the bathroom, then found the nearest window. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and jumped through. All around him, shards of glass fell down like snowflakes.

The Jester opened his eyes, and landed on the streets of Piltover on two feet. When he stood up and got his bearing, he saw The Enforcer and the mysterious murderer dukingit out in the middle of an astonished crowd.

Shaco smiled. Finally, some fun. "Ladies, ladies...break it up already." Shaco strolled towards the two combatants, extending his arms. "Vi could you be a dear and shed some fight, excuse me, light on this subject?" Shaco waited for the terrible pun to sink in, then burst out laughing.

Two new arrivals flew into the scene, then, one of which Jaques recognized from earlier. The Jester, the one whom had taken the fall for one of his prior kills. The Demon Jester, one of the most dreaded Champions of the League, a harlequin capable of vanishing without a trace and leaving spring-loaded boxes at the most unexpected places. He sported a pair of shivs, the daggers sleek and clearly well-maintained by their owner. That was only obvious, after all they were Shaco's most well-known weapons!

"Oh, if it isn't the clo-"

Jaques' greeting was cut short as Vi, who had glanced ever so briefly to her fellow Champion, began to bring her fists crashing into the Slasher's face. Quick, clean, and without mercy. Vi really did pride herself on her ability to punch the living daylights out of criminal scum like him. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't dealing with just any ordinary criminal. The Shadow Isles had produced all manner of fearsome ghoul, and Jaques was no slouch. As she straddled him, sending her gauntlets into his featureless visage, he merely remained silent as he took the blows. If he suffered any damage from them, it didn't show at all.

Suddenly, his entire form vanished into thin air, seemingly transforming into the same Shifty Mist that had been conjured before. But this time it didn't spread, merely dissipated as Jaques reappeared three feet away from Vi. No longer was he grinning, as it had vanished and was replaced with two brilliant crimson boatlights where his eyes would normally be....

"Bleed......"

The single word did not sound at all like his usual chipper tone, as it had taken on a far darker and even guttural quality in place of the lightness that was associated with him. Then without saying anything further, he darted forward with great speed as he held his knife-arm to his side, his other arm lashing out at Vi as if to claw at her. But that wasn't his intention, as he immediately feinted to Vi's left, twirling on his heel and swinging his knife around to slash at the back of her neck! His movements were unreadable, unpredictable, and held no thought whatsoever to them, as if he wasn't even in control of himself.

((Now THAT'S how Shaco is supposed to act! Muahahaha! Evil! Too bad I'm sort of occupied and can't make you laugh much.

In fact, I'm finding it slightly difficult to get out of this without dying and without god-moding...guess since I'm a champion, the only choice is god-moding...))

As the Assassin leapt for her, Vi quickly processed what he was doing. He saw him stretching to claw her, and was about to dodge accordingly, but realized he had a far more lethal weapon, unless his hand was drenched in some deadly poison or whatever. She dodged into the supposed claw, rolling away from what otherwise would have been a lethal blow. "Oh," she sneered, "trying to play smart now, eh? I've seen better moves on a broken conveyor belt."

She stood up and adopted a defensive stance. She'd pummeled him to a point that would've killed any mortal CHAMPION, let alone a human. Until she figured out how to beat him, she'd have to run the defensive routine; take as few wounds as possible, and break the gauntlets as little as possible.