Danny took a lot of walks lately. It was because he spent a lot of time meditating and needed a break ever now and then. Most people didn't understand that meditation, at least the way he learned, was demanding. Sure, it could help him to heal his body and even recharge his chi, but it was not exactly relaxing in the sense of the word that he remembered from his childhood. His ipod had survived the plane crash, but his GBA had not. K'un-Lun would have been a lot more fun if he had his copy of Pokemon Emerald.
Anyway, the point was that Danny liked to take a walk to clear his head. There was only so much he could learn about his powers without the proper instruction of his masters in K'un-Lun. Sometimes he felt like it was pointless to keep trying, but then something always happened to remind him that the Iron Fist was still needed.
Case in point, he had turned down sidewalk, lost in his thoughts and the music on his antique ipod, when suddenly he was walking through a riot. Crossing a riot was not so intimidating for the Iron Fist, but then people started pulling out superpowers. First a wave of red energy flashed by, nearly sweeping Danny up into a group of people that went flying back. Then he knocked over two people holding signs, just as a blob of acid flew over head and landed on a street sign. As the metal sizzled and bubbled, he stood up and looked around for the source of the disturbance.
Danny could not make out the source of the acid in the commotion, but he did spot the guy who nearly caught him with the energy burst. The whole flying and shooting stuff really made him stand out in the crowd. Angry at the distraction, Danny started moving towards the flying man, but caught himself. He had been having more encounters with weirdness recently, and since his commotion at the museum, Danny had decided the be a little more careful about showing his face. There was no sense ending up in court again.
As his left hand slipped the ipod into his pocket, Danny's right hand pulled a large green silk handkerchief from ancient China. It was green and covered with two large black stripes, almost like a tiger. There were two holes in the black stripes that he had torn for his eyes. Danny had conveniently forgot to return it after the museum fiasco, but had naturally made a large donation that covered the missing piece and the cost of repairs ten times over. Tying the handkerchief over his eyes, Danny felt ridiculous. Still, it kept his face out of view, and reminded him of that mask he had seen the old Iron Fist wear in Bakuto's video. Even if it was just a psychological boost, he felt better when he wore it.
Mask in place, Danny sprinted with impressive speed towards the flying man. Then he leaped through the air and kicked the jerk in the back, knocking him end over end into the nearby crowd. As he landed gracefully on the ground nearby, Danny shouted, "Watch where you're aiming that stuff, you jerk!"
It wasn't the most eloquent insult, but Danny was new at the whole banter thing. He would much rather settle things with his fist. From his new vantage point, he looked around for the person who had been throwing acid, or any other people who needed help.@Matthew Murdock@Samantha Darling@Mortimer Toynbee