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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This be my turf, yo. )
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, ( ... )
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She smirked, watching him hurl the truncheon, already seeing the angle was off. All she had to do was slide away from the wall just a bit an--
"AHNGH!"
The truncheon bounced and smacked her on her blind side, causing her to trip over her feet mid-step and into clear range of his charge. She couldn't see it anymore, vision fuzzing and grip slacking on her swords. Shit. Shit!
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Clearing away one of the sword hands with one arm-chop, his right fist connected with her chin in a swift uppercut, channeling the momentum and adrenaline into one blow. As he did, he grabbed onto her right arm, taking advantage over her loose grip by sliding his hand over the hilt and pulling it out from her fingers.
That was one sword down, at least... and if he was lucky, the girl wasn't so good at taking pain as she was dodging it.
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"Ngah!" Rose could only vocalize her protest, fingers curling in the absence of her sword hilt. Too close, too close, her sword wouldn't turn the way she needed--
Shit. Shit!
She turned, trying to pull away as much as his grip would let her, turning her blade towards him and slicing blindly.
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And there he planned to keep her. Pinning her to the ground, one knee on her remaining sword arm, he landed another blow to the left side of her face. And another. And then, fist raised in the air, he forced himself to stop. She's just a kid, the more rational part of his brain told him. A teenager. She'd learned her lesson, or so he hoped.
"Had enough?" he asked, turning her head so she could look up at him.
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Rose went down hard, losing breath as the first hit connected with the blind side of her face. The blows began to melt together into one numbing force bearing down on her. She could feel blood in her mouth and the dull throbbing on the side of her face.
His question was responded to with sputtering coughs and parts of curse words that were barely coherent.
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He leaned his head closer to hers, lowering his voice as he did. "Now, I'm giving you a chance. Letting you live to fight another day. And I want the assurance that I'll never see your face in this area again. Are we clear?!" He loosened the grip on her neck so she could speak.
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Her head cleared enough for a bit of a slightly coherent response. "You can...keep your..area and..nnhglh--your punkass druggies."
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"Sweet dreams," he said with finality, taking away the dart only to headbutt her hard in the chin, before hoisting her over her shoulder. He wasn't going to give her another chance to swipe at him, but he'd keep his vow. He'd deliver her a safe distance away, on a rooftop with some privacy. Give her time to sleep off the defeat. And live to see another day.
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