9731/Wednesday Morning, 2am

Wednesday Morning, 2am
Date of Scene:	23 October 2019
Location:	East Side, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Witchblade, Power Girl

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Witchblade has posed:
It's just past two in the morning on a Wednesday. It's a typical fall morning, and Sara's first on the scene of a mugging. Which is literally, two seconds after it started. She's out of the car as soon as it comes to a halt. There's two college kids in letter jackets threatening a guy who is both thinner and shorter, by a few inches, than them. Sara isn't wasting time, she's already reaching for her badge, and hoping help's on the way. She leans into her car and calls it in, mugging in progress, need additional units. Because she's a /detective/. Who happened to be driving back to her desk after going to get food on a night shift. Her partner's got the passenger side door open and is yelling at them to stop, Sara's closer to the two muggers.

There's a flash of metal and Sara's sickened to see a knife pulled. Things just got bad. They go to worse when the victim gets stabbed in the arm. Sara's listening for sirens, trying her best to block out the screams of pain, the laughter of the muggers. She's dimly aware of the radio traffic. Ambulance needed, suspects are armed. Truthfully, Sara doesn't want the officers to swarm in. She wants the muggers to put down the knives and come quietly. Unfortunately, they got other ideas. Another wave of the knife and a "You're gonna give us your jewelry" is heard.

Power Girl has posed:
A kryptonian going after a street mugger is like trying to squash an ant up close with a shotgun, but sometimes there is a little bit of bad luck for the average mook who happens to come out and mug someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. After all, there was Sara and her partner on site, certainly armed like any good NYC cop would be...but above everything else between the buildings and the lights? A figure slips through the skyline and comes to a hovering stop.

Within the cacophony of noise and motion, her superhuman senses comes across the sounds of knife in flesh and whimpers of pain. It was enough to have her redirecting through the air, twisting between the buildings and then...A flash of white and a streak of red in the air; Power Girl was hovering above the alleyway. "Hey!" her voice demands, "drop the knives and step away or this is going to be getting -really- bad for you."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara doesn't look up. She's staring down the sights of her sidearm and ordering much the same thing. Two gun aiming detectives. Two knife wielding muggers. One victim...and Power Girl. Sara hears the clink of metal on ground as knives are dropped. "Kick them away from you" her partner shouts. Instead, Sara takes to shouting.
    "Gun, Gun!" she screams as the shorter one pulls a gun, and aims it up into the sky. Sara's not a happy camper, indeed. Her detective partner fires when the second drunk guy pulls on him. He goes down with a bullet in the shoulder and several extremely, extremely profane words. Even by NYC standards. "Drop the gun. Drop it now!" Sara orders as she's feeling her adrenaline surge. She looks uneasy as the gun fires. Tendrils creep along her hand as she drops her own gun, the bullet slamming into the car door she's behind. Hey, who knew car doors stopped cheap bullets. They do. Tendrils creep along her hand as her fingers become claws, and the tendrils form armor, covering her whole body. Her partner is, by this point, running away. He's seen the Witchblade and wants no part of it, nope, nope. Think of the paperwork. Sara's got a sword in her hand. On the plus side....it's hard to run away with soiled pants. The remaining drunk is whimpering in terror. The victim's fleeing now, not sure whose side the blade wielding armor clad woman is on. Five minutes ago she was a cop. Now....the Witchblade's out to play.

Power Girl has posed:
Now, a bullet wasn't going to harm Power Girl. After all, if it's made of kryptonite or some sort of magical alloy? It probably would cause a mess. Otherwise, it was just going to be bouncing away...but that didn't mean she'd be begrudging the cop for shooting. It was their training, it was their choice...and it was that much cleaner when the bullets from the badguy flies towards her while the cops were drawing a bead. This sort of thing? It happens plenty, it happens far more often than one would expect!

The sight of the Witchblade's erruption and emergence from beneath the clothing of Detective Pezzini however? That was a new one! She'd seen monsters, mutants, creatures and plenty more...but this still had her taking a pause that lasts a little too long. Long enough for people to start fleeing for their lives from the magically armored woman! A blink of her gaze and then suddenly Power Girl was touching down in a blur of speed, lashing out to try and snatch the remaining crook by the scruff of his shirt and hoist him into the air. Her eyes weren't on the thug though, such was her confidence that he couldn't escape. Instead her eyes are fixed on Sara's armor-wrapped form drawing nearer and the blade in her hand. "Stand down," she speaks calmly, reaching out to -crush- the gun the mook had held between her fingers. "He's caught."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara's just watching as the Witchblade's assessing the threat. PG's on the same side as Sara, and the Witchblade. But given its lust for violence, Sara's uneasy. She's trying her best to get the parasite back under control. It's not easy. Or a slow process, but the sword is indeed lowered a tiny amount. It's a struggle, the sword wavering as Sara fights the Witchblade for control. On the othe rhand, the crook's not got away. Instead he's drunkenly flirting with PG. Not that it'll do any good. The blade disappeares, though Sara's still armor clad and the Witchblade's slowly, reluctantly, feeling its host in danger, refusing to stand down quickly, or quietly. Sara though is moment by moment, gaining a tiny, tiny bit more control. The claws are just that little less sharp. Just that little less dangrous, the armor covering just a little bit less of Sara.