Working the Streets

[avengingkestrel]

Huntress watched from her vantage point on a nearby roof. She was in Bludhaven, and here without backup. These people were not her family and kin. Her family, outside of what was left in Italy, were all dead. And this was a way of life she despised

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[jeune_ecole]

Azrael had been watching this warehouse for days now. She had only arrived in Bludhaven a short while ago but this city was a sewer. Filled with filth, the dregs of human desperation and hurt.

And she was going to do something about it. She charged the building, relying on her enchanced musculature to handle the flimsy lock on the back door.

Scum like this didn't deserve to live among the few remaining decent people of Bludhaven.

The first muscleboy she ran into got punched in the gut hard enough for him to stagger backwards and then vent everything he'd eaten in the last twenty four. The second got twisted and slammed into a wall hard enough to break his nose and cheekbones, putting him down for the count with a raucous cry that gurgled to a strangled halt.

[avengingkestrel]

That sound got Huntress to turn her head. What the hell was going on? As far as she knew she was the only one working this.

She whirled around and saw the offender, "Hey!" She dodged, punched, dodged, "Excuse me!" that didn't sound nearly as polite as it should've as she leveled another blow on a thug, "What the hell," a duck to avoid a fist, "do you think you're doing?"

[jeune_ecole]

Azrael shot Huntress a look that should have, by rights, ignited the former Mafia princess. "Huntress." she said as she ducked and punched her way through a small knot of muscleboys. Nobody wanted to pull a firearm because the quarters were so tight but as the crowds thinned the boys at the back started to go for the iron.

[avengingkestrel]

Talk about feeling the love, "Well, someone knows my name. What's yours?!" she snapped putting an elbow in another guy's stomach as she heard safeties click.

Damn.

Her mood went from bad to worse.

[jeune_ecole]

"I am Azrael." she said, her vocal distorting disguising her sex into an anonymous computer-generated blandness. "I come to cleanse this drug haven." And with that she withdrew a small cylinder from her belt and pressed a button.

A blade of solid flaming energy appeared, narrow and long.

[avengingkestrel]

Now if that wasn't a phallic substitute or enhancer, nothing was. The clicking of the guns got her to duck behind a wall, "In case you didn't notice, I was here first!"

[jeune_ecole]

"The Lord and St Dumas!" she shouted as she charged headlong into the formation of mooks with guns, her speed simply phenomenal and her flaming blade darting in and out, filling the air with the stink of cauterized flesh as she used it upon the mafia muscle.

[avengingkestrel]

Huntress looked around her wall and raised an eyebrow. ...The hell...?

Keeping her cover she ran out after this person, who she quickly decided was insane. "What do you think you're doing?!" First off, you couldn't get information from the dead.

[jeune_ecole]

Huntress was assuming, of course, that Azrael was interested in anything the mooks had to say. "I am doing what you have failed repeatedly to do." she said dispassionately as she stabbed another Mafia goon through the thigh, dropping him to the cement floor.

"I am destroying la Cosa Nostra in Bludhaven once and for all."

[avengingkestrel]

"Stop it!" Huntress snapped. She did need information, for one. And she accented her words with a flat headed crossbow bolt shot right at the person's neck.

[jeune_ecole]

The botl slammed into Azrael's shoulder, not her neck. She didn't appear to have noticed it much as the last two mooks each went down - not fatally, but down - with a thrust of her flaming sword each.

She then extinguished the sword and turned to face the Huntress. "Why do you permit this filth?" she asked. "Hundreds of lives destroyed."

[avengingkestrel]

"I need to get answers," Huntress said. "And for that I need them alive," she snapped. And not to mention that normally killing these people tended to bring more of them down on you.

She didn't shy away from blood. That was a fact, but she had moved past her ultra violence phase.

[jeune_ecole]

"Some still live. For now." she pointed out as she approached the other woman. As she moved she reviewed everything the Order had on Huntress.

Which, in truth, wasn't much at all. Dismayingly. At least she wasn't a meta.

"Step aside, Huntress." she warned. "I do St Dumas's work this night. Vengeance will be taken."

[avengingkestrel]

St. Dumas... was French, she thought. She was such a horrible Catholic. Only Christmas and Easter. If that. "Vengeance?! Somehow I don't think it's that personal with you." If anyone had a right to cal vengeance on these men it was her. Though the family was wrong.

"Leave. Now."

[jeune_ecole]

"I cannot." she said. "I will give you one more chance, Huntress. Stand aside. Now." she demanded. She had a feeling the superheroine wasn't going to listen to her.

She really didn't want to have to break her, but she would if she was forced to.

[avengingkestrel]

"This isn't your fight. It wasn't meant to be your fight," she said darkly taking a step forward. "Get out of here."