Who: Selene (Maybe Open, if anyone is up for it) When: Midnight Where: Some park Why: Went looking for Drake, found goons instead Status: Complete (thread dropped) Rating: PG-13
Under the calm, collected exterior a dark storm brewed. The only place it showed was in her eyes that were as bright and wide as her name sake. Turning on the path she followed her coat fell from her body, the long waves of black that fell half way down her back twisted around her face like a cloud. In her hands the heavy guns felt weightless. Drawing the two fully automatic pistols Selene opened fire on the gathering locusts. Fire poured from the guns as she let loose the .50 caliber ammunition. The hammer pounded against the bullets expelling them at an alarmingly fast rate. She did not flinch, her hands did not jerk as the heavy guns kicked against her palm. The spray of pink mist in the air as her bullets tore into them almost made her smile. Almost, not quite. Still her face was calm, perhaps too calm. With her fingers holding down the triggers it was not a fight at all but a massacre. Bodies decompose in a burst of flame and shower of ash. Both of the guns stopped firing and the action stayed in place. Empty. Of course she had plenty more where that came from but the woman in the sleek black suit opted for a more personal touch.
The guns were still smoking as she let them fall into the holsters on her hips. The light of the city that filtered through the trees reflected off the sword she drew from her side. That sound of the metal being set free from its case made her eyes light up just enough to not look dead anymore. How she loved that sound. There was not a moment of hesitation by the deadly viper. As they came at her Selene had only one goal in mind. Cut them down to size. Literally.
The first decided to greet her with a series of kicks. First swiping at her head, then her legs, her stomach...Selene pulled back, she ducked down, his foot passed her cutting through the wind. Mere inches were all that separated her face from the deadly blow. It was his next attempt at her head that she ducked down and spun around parting him from his leg in one long sweep. Blood sprayed as his leg kept moving with the momentum and landed several feet away. Standing over him she glared with cruelty at the three of them that were circling her like a sharks. Her eyes did not move from them as she lifted the blade and drove it through the heart of the squirming, legless man on the ground. They spoke in a language she had never heard before, a proficient linguist; she was surprised that she could not place the dialect.
Without missing a beat she withdrew a second rapier, along side the other blade they made a lethal makeshift pair of scissors. The neckline of the parasite she had knocked to the ground was cut as easily as butter as she drew the two blades together. As his body ignited and began to turn black something familiar caught her eye, in the center of his chest, glowing like a neon sign was a large brand. She had seen this before. These monsters belonged to him. Drake.