☄ eighteenth meteor | [ audio] RE-ENTRY

[sapanwood]

[That thud thud noise sure isn't someone using a hammer. To the experienced ear, that's an exchange of punches. Nite Owl is in action! And it's not a simple barfight or back alley jaunt. Whatever he's into is packing a punch.]

[pant pant pant pant] That all you got? [Oh, he had to ask, there's an OOF]

[The reply isn't the sound of a returning punch- or even what could be called a blow. It's the sound of a Contractor energizing a series of projectiles, something that only be compared to this.]

The kind of line I would expect from a man.

[A woman's voice- though a low-pitched one, sounding exceedingly unamused- and suddenly more distant, having jumped back to avoid his fists and gain the room for a sword's movements]

This is your last warning. You cannot protect Shion Pavlechinko.

[ And enters a whisper of a voice, though seemingly louder due to her being closer to the speaker of the communicator. ]

Watch out, Dan!

[ ooc: In accordance with her usual poor luck, Suou re-enters the City tonight only to meet wetworking who mistakes her for her twin brother, who she means to capture. However! Enter 2ndnightshift to save the day.... maybe. All tag responses will be forward-dated to after the fight. ]

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[wetworking.livejournal.com]

[A good question. She's asking the same one, herself. He moves well for someone his size- Hazuki can respect skill. He's got training, that's for sure, even with a ridiculous outfit.

But she is an assassin, the mask she wore would be a good enough indication of that- for who wore one of those and was a savory person- and though he successfully dodged her sweeping pass, she just as quickly turned on her heel and rushed back, sword moving as if to slash across his chest, the red glow in her eyes that came with her power's activation casting an eerier light to her appearance]

[sapanwood.livejournal.com]

[ It's in watching Dan's movement, aware of his injury and the resulting holes in his defense- the blue flash of an energized sword waiting to slash again, that finally forces Suou out of inaction. A glow of her own eyes, the blue fringe around her form shielded by the tree, signals the summoning of her PTRD. There's always the problem of indecision before she fires, but she knows that each second that adds up might mean a second too late.

Not that she's ever hit anyone before, but the sound of her effort is heard with a shattering, deep bang. She attempted to aim for Hazuki, even without her trusted scouter beside her. ]

[2ndnightshift.livejournal.com]

[The best he can think of is to fall...correctly. If he's out of her way then--

Tactics fly right out of the window at the sound. Dan turns his head long enough to see that just falling down is good enough.

This is Suou. How is this even happening?]

[wetworking.livejournal.com]

[Ready to act, to swing- and the sniper bullet, the shattering noise of it, stopped her in her tracks. Hazuki had quick reflexes, the quickest- and she jerked back instinctively. She'd been counting on good aim, but ironically, dodging back brought her closer to the bullet, a lock of her long hair disturbed before it slammed in to the ground a couple of feet away.

Her gaze snapped in the direction of Suou- possibly Shion, the identity was of yet positively confirmed. Back to her opponant, and it was a split second decision, it always was, in battle.

With all the noise, it was bound to attract attention. The kind she didn't need. That girl, or boy- there would be a better time to capture her.

Hazuki fled, dark clothes and figure disappearing in to the surroundings.]