She smirked knowingly. Being an Avenger, trouble followed her everyday. Or she went looking for it, tonight being a perfect example of that. "Sure, I can understand th--" And then a man came flying right several feet in front of them with what appeared to be a ong sword through his chest, Jessica's brows arching as she watched him crash right through a shop window. How coincidental was that? She held a protective arm out in front of Jean, that very sword spiraling back to its owner, a tall man with red eyes and a malicious grin.
"Oh goody," Jessica deadpanned, and the villain turned his head at the two of them, and in a span of a split second - if not faster - disappeared, then reappeared right there in front of them. "Get back!" She pulled Jean behind her, casting an immediate venom blast into his chest. He flew back, disappeared into thin air just to come back again, this time striking full force with his silver weapon which, if it hadn't for her impeccable speed and timing, would have sliced her perfectly in half. But she caught the blade in between her hands and kicked him to force him back again.
"Shit," she cursed, glancing back at Jean, figuring out how to get her to safety.