Jessica could be that fancy if she wanted to. The camera and her bag were just slowing her down. It looked so easy, why not? Of course, what came out of her was a lot of grabbing, throwing, taking the hits that came her way and making liberal use of her elbows and knees until she was granted a solid second to rip one of the heavy wooden struts along the roof's ledge out of its bed in the concrete. The ninjas seemed to know what that could mean for them and gave her the space to reply to Rand, "Are you telling me to fuck off now? You came up here, asshole." One of those fuckers took his shot and darted toward her, ducking as though she wouldn't swing low enough with the strut in both hands like a broadsword to crack against his head like a baseball. He went careening to the side, leaving Jessica wide open for his friend to leapfrog over him and trap her face in his crotch. She released her chosen weapon with one hand, flailing her arm out for balance in her surprise, but before the ninja could bring down the blade he raised in one hand she was pitching forward to slam him into the ground, taking the full impact on her knees gladly if it would get this fucking freak off her face.