Who: Leah and Nightwing What: A run in during a fight When: Late night/early morning or the 3rd/4th Where: Streets Rating: PG-13 at least Status: Incomplete
Coming home from a nest she had just cleared out, Leah was more than ready to crash and burn for the night. Her stake and variety of other weapons were in place in the utility belt around the dark gray suit she usually went on patrols in. Slaying on her own? Definitely new from working with a team, and really, she didn't mind it. It was actually a rush, made her feel quite powerful. She knew the task she had done was a simple one, compared to other evils, but still.
She was heading down a street that left her about fifteen minutes from the Hyperion when she stopped. One hand tugged on a stray strand of fiery red hair, and looked behind her. She could have been wrong, but she doubted it. Leah could have sworn she had just heard the sounds of a fight breaking out. Eyes narrowing, she tilted her head, listening. Sure enough, there, the sounds of something that didn't exactly sound friendly.
Sighing, the Slayer turned on her heals. The fight sounded to be a few blocks away. Breaking into a run, she moved swiftly down the mostly deserted sidewalks. The only people really out were the drunks, who didn't pay her much attention, or were too drunk to notice. She rounded the corner of street and her eyes fell on the fight, hands moving to her waist to grab the weapon she would need. Why the hell was there was always something to do when she just wanted to crawl into bed. Vampires were far to reliable to be a constant pain in the ass.