"What the #@$$$?!!" The Punisher flinched at the new threat. Small flittering, and ... well in a tight dress. It was like a radioactive bug had mated with a midget swimsuit model. He could not reasonably track its movements with the big 50, and he did not happen to have a skeet shotgun handy. Frank shouldered his carbine, leaned against a wall and watched with some amazement.
It did not want to hurt him, it seemed. It was not likely working with the dead guy next to the van and his buddy in the cart. It was, "What the hell are you?" He asked as much to himself as to the glowing fae. He half smiled, not sure why this impossible buzzing thing amused him. He looked up and down the alley, making sure the police were not too close.