[ Considering this whole "fight" isn't much more than a lot of shit talking between them, Blue and her gang feel pretty confident in their chances -- they've got a menacing sort of look about them, and most of the time they can intimidate without having to actually hurt anyone.
Or, at least, without having to seriously hurt anyone. Most of their damage is typically done to property -- Manhattan homes of rich billionaires, shiny Bentleys and Rolls Royces that belong to outspoken politicians, office buildings that house high ranking officials. Being all unregistered, it's easier to run from property damage, rather than trying to escape in the middle of a brawl.
People could talk, after all. Things couldn't. ]
I wouldn't even metaphorically.
[ Not even a moment after the words leave Blue, full of confident arrogance, does the entire gang of girls begin to cringe at the uncomfortable -- almost painful -- pressure against their ears. They aren't used to these kinds of weapons, they fight with switchblades and butterfly knives, baseball bats and metal pipes, not with alien tech. Before any of them can move to avoid it, the whip comes into direct contact with the twins on Blue's far left, immediately knocking them to the ground and rendering them helpless. Knocked out. Maybe dead, but Blue doesn't have much time to think on that. ]
You fucking asshole!
[ The shockwave from the hit knocks the rest of the girls off balance, a few of them scrambling on their hands and knees to check on the fallen pair while Blue shoots a sharp glare at Kavinsky. Ripping the glove off her hand, she slaps it against the arm of one of the girls next to her, stealing enough of her power to send another blast of energy in Kavinsky's direction as she stumbles to her feet. ]
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Or, at least, without having to seriously hurt anyone. Most of their damage is typically done to property -- Manhattan homes of rich billionaires, shiny Bentleys and Rolls Royces that belong to outspoken politicians, office buildings that house high ranking officials. Being all unregistered, it's easier to run from property damage, rather than trying to escape in the middle of a brawl.
People could talk, after all. Things couldn't. ]
I wouldn't even metaphorically.
[ Not even a moment after the words leave Blue, full of confident arrogance, does the entire gang of girls begin to cringe at the uncomfortable -- almost painful -- pressure against their ears. They aren't used to these kinds of weapons, they fight with switchblades and butterfly knives, baseball bats and metal pipes, not with alien tech. Before any of them can move to avoid it, the whip comes into direct contact with the twins on Blue's far left, immediately knocking them to the ground and rendering them helpless. Knocked out. Maybe dead, but Blue doesn't have much time to think on that. ]
You fucking asshole!
[ The shockwave from the hit knocks the rest of the girls off balance, a few of them scrambling on their hands and knees to check on the fallen pair while Blue shoots a sharp glare at Kavinsky. Ripping the glove off her hand, she slaps it against the arm of one of the girls next to her, stealing enough of her power to send another blast of energy in Kavinsky's direction as she stumbles to her feet. ]