“Why’d you stop? You see something?”
“Come.”
Alright?
Shadow Stalker led Flechette to the edge of the roof. Looking down, they could see a group of men in a loose half-circle around a middle-aged woman. The woman was backing away from the men, who were gradually closing in.
Oh hey, look what we found: fuckers.
Hopefully not in the literal sense, but I can’t rule it out yet.
“Why haven’t you done anything yet?!” Flechette gasped.
“These things go smoother if the culprits are clearly committing a crime when you step in-”
To be fair, it is entirely possible that the woman is the culprit and these men are confronting her about stolen goods or something, but it’s not bloody likely.
A man grabbed the woman’s wrist, and she pulled back, struggled. She screamed, attacked the man, only to get punched and knocked back on her ass, landing in the shallow water.
Ah, there we go. Good enough for you yet, Sophia?
“-And there we go.” Shadow Stalker leaped from the rooftop, falling at a normal speed, slowing to an almost gentle floating descent when she was partway down.
Nice. Let’s beat up some bad guys.
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