[ The thing about being a superhero? There's no such thing as a night off.
"Hey pretty lady," she'd had no illusions that the voice that had called out to her the moment she'd crossed the street was harmless. The voice was a little too sure to be some drunk, a little too loud and suave to be anything else but some dumb jerk who didn't know better manners.
She'd known exactly when the guy had slipped the knife out of his pocket, had been perfectly aware of his intentions to hurt her when his eyes had wandered a little too far from her face.
She knew what to do: defend, disarm, and deliver the knock-out blow to the back of the neck before getting 'the hell out of dodge', or so her mentor might say. But that was before some aspiring knight-in-shining-armor had to jump in and derail her otherwise neatly plotted out plan of action. ]
Well, [ Kate huffs, as she backs away to a relatively "safe" distance while her erstwhile protector engages Mr. Jerkface with a one-on-one consultation with fists. Nothing about Sir Galahad's get-up raises any flags, but something about the guy's movements is nagging at her. ]
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"Hey pretty lady," she'd had no illusions that the voice that had called out to her the moment she'd crossed the street was harmless. The voice was a little too sure to be some drunk, a little too loud and suave to be anything else but some dumb jerk who didn't know better manners.
She'd known exactly when the guy had slipped the knife out of his pocket, had been perfectly aware of his intentions to hurt her when his eyes had wandered a little too far from her face.
She knew what to do: defend, disarm, and deliver the knock-out blow to the back of the neck before getting 'the hell out of dodge', or so her mentor might say. But that was before some aspiring knight-in-shining-armor had to jump in and derail her otherwise neatly plotted out plan of action. ]
Well, [ Kate huffs, as she backs away to a relatively "safe" distance while her erstwhile protector engages Mr. Jerkface with a one-on-one consultation with fists. Nothing about Sir Galahad's get-up raises any flags, but something about the guy's movements is nagging at her. ]