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[kingofrejects]

WHO: Moon Knight, Ravager
WHERE: Warehouse district in Benjamin's Wake
WHEN: 11:20 PM approx, 11th of January
WARNINGS: FIGHTING. Features two mentally unstable vigilantes!
SUMMARY: Moon Knight finds Ravager, informs her that she's treading on his territory, and possibly pisses her off.
FORMAT: quicky-para-thingy!

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[ravishravage]

This was getting really old.

Apparently, all Rose had to do was exist and morons would practically leap out of thin air to hassle her. It was becoming annoying. Whatever she'd done--walked past a drug deal, crossed into some cranky gang's turf, who knew?--clearly pissed more than one person off, and before she knew it, gunfire was ringing out across the piers.

Jesus Christ.

Running usually worked. But running wasn't really Rose's style. If these schmucks had a bone to pick with her, then she'd happily let them try.

And so she did, mowing down the first handful of punks who'd been stupid enough to fire in the open, under street lamplight. One, into the water; two, crashing into a stack of shipping crates; three...Three wasn't as much of a pushover. Three knew his kung-fu, or whatever. It went on long enough to encourage Rose to pull out the swords.

The fight didn't last much longer.

She ducked another volley of bullets as she drew her swordpoint out of the man's abdomen--woops--and ran into an alley parallel to the shooters,

[kingofrejects]

Unfortunately, the assholes were preoccupied. Eager to get the one-eyed psycho that had taken out their friends no problem, one by one, they didn't even noticed the white-clad crimefighter swooping down on the roofs - landing heavily on one, throwing a crescent dart into the gun hand of another thug, and then throwing his truncheon at another one's face, breaking his nose with the force. He went after the man clutching at his wrist, first, his gloved hand crashing against his chin, throwing him into unconsciousness

[ravishravage]

All that waiting for nothing, maybe? Rose could hear screaming that didn't exactly sound like a call for regrouping. More like a call for an ambulance, but...if it meant no more hassle--

No.

She could feel something. Hear something. Footsteps before they made footfall, and the figure turning the corner before he even reached it. Three seconds.

He came into view, and she planted her feet, gritting her teeth. That was no ornery thug. But it didn't matter too much. If he was coming for a fight, she could give him one. Bring it.

[kingofrejects]

Whether or not a fight would result from this, Marc's muscles certainly were aching for one. Oh, how he wanted to punish this girl. Was he the only one who paid attention to the crime bulletin? He remembered specifically asking Batgirl to keep capes out of this area, but... of course, capes don't care about boundaries, do they? Or about laws - not unless they were part of that ridiculous Initiative program.

The will of Khonshu brandished his truncheon, watching the girl - didn't seem to have any firearms, which was good. The swords were a bit of a concern, but if he was smart, he could take this girl. For now, he decided to rely on verbal threats. "I told Batgirl that this was my fight. These thugs belong to me. You have two minutes to get out of my sight before I punish you like the rest."