“Wonder Wet Lynn , I suggest you stay down.” the mystery man said, his voice muffled by a cloth covering the lower part of his face. He looked like something out of a history book, he had heavy medieval armor on, all black as pitch, and his hair was tied into a ponytail, giving him the look of a knight and a ninja mixed together.

Jemima rose to her feet again, “And why would I want to do that Mr Mystery, it’s hard to kick your ass when I’m laying down.” she said with gritted teeth and ran toward her attacker, her hands glowing brightly with energy. She made it to where he stood unflinching, and swung at him, he leapt above her attack and whirled around to kick her in the back of the head, sending her once again to the ground.

“We are not enemies Wet Lynn, if you allow me to complete my goal we can part ways peacefully.” he said.

Jemima was up again, “And just what is your goal? Because if it’s to upset me then you’ve more than accomplished it.” she said.

The man stood silent for a moment, “My goal is to destroy Half-Life Hariot, for the good of the city.” he told her.

Jemima chuckled, “See that’s gonna be a problem.” she said. “Y’see Hariot is a hero, like me, and if you want to destroy her then you have to go through me.” she told him and charged her fists with energy again.

“Very well.” the man said simply, and unsheathed a sword that he wore behind his back. “I, Dementia’s Knight challenge you to a duel to the death.” he said and took his battle stance.

Jemima began to chuckle, “Dementia’s Knight? What kind of retarded name is that?” she asked, trying to stop her laughter.

Dementia’s Knight said nothing, he just stood silent with his sword drawn and pointed at her.

“Alright bonehead, I’ll fight you, but when I win you have to tell me what you want with Hariot.” she said.

Dementia’s Knight was about to speak when a blast of radiation hit him from above and knocked him to the ground. He was down for a second, and then disappeared in a bright flash of light.

“You ok?” Hariot asked weakly from her rooftop perch.

Jemima nodded, “You?” she asked.

Hariot nodded and lay back down.

Jemima climbed up to where Hariot was and helped her down to the ground, “That guy was trying to kill you, do you have any idea why?” she asked.

Hariot shrugged, “No idea, he was probably some kind of nut.” she said.

Dementia’s Knight watched the two depart from a nearby rooftop, “I failed you my master, I am sorry.” he said into the communication device on his wrist.

“Half-Life Hariot must be destroyed, you will not fail me again.” the voice on the other end said.

Dementia’s Knight nodded, “I understand master.” he said and teleported away to plan his next attack.

The sun was starting to set on another day in Paragon city, a pinky orange reflection shone on the waters of Independence Port as the city began to wind down. Jemima and Hariot were entering Hariot’s apartment as night took hold of the city.

“Well, as much fun as that was, I think I’m gonna call it a day.” Hariot said, and flopped onto the couch.

Jemima sat next to the couch on the floor and watched Hariot drift off to sleep. “Are you mad at me?” she asked suddenly.

Hariot’s eyes opened slowly and she looked at Jemima, she stroked the girl’s cheek and smiled, “Why would I be mad at you?” she asked.

Jemima shrugged, “I let that guy hurt you.” she said.

Hariot sat forward and kissed Jemima on the forehead, “It wasn’t your fault honey, he blindsided me.” she said.

Jemima nodded and smiled, “Ok, I’ll let you rest now.” she said and rose to leave.

Hariot grabbed Jemima by the edge of the girl’s shirt and pulled her to her, “Come lay with me.” she said, and helped Jemima onto her. Jemima slipped her thumb into her mouth as she lay on top of Hariot, and the two went to sleep together.

“How sweet.” Dementia’s Knight said as he watched the two women through a pair of binoculars from the roof of the building across the street.

He teleported into Hariot’s bedroom, and quietly crept into the living room, his sword drawn. He slunk to the couch and raised his sword above his head, ready to bring it down on Hariot and Jemima.