[ Rogue looks to the man who's entered the scene, taking in his stance, expression, and tone of voice in a split second before she turns her attention back to her attackers. He's here to help her but all it takes is a single moment for a fight to turn deadly. She can't help the fear that washes over her at the thought of a civilian getting hurt, and she's certain it shows in her expression.
"Think you'd better mind your own business," is spat out by one of the men, who produces a knife from beneath his jacket. Shit. He's almost within arm's reach of her, the knife pointed in her general direction, but his focus is on her would-be rescuer — so she moves. An angry brawl with people who are scared is one thing; she's not letting this new arrival take a knife for her.
Grabbing the wrist holding the knife, there's too much shock for her attacker to realize what's happening as she pushes the arm away from her, twisting the hand around until fingers loosen and she can grab the knife. She doesn't hesitate to fling it further down the alley, the weapon disappearing into the deep shadows.
It's over in seconds, her training so deeply ingrained even after years of confinement, but those seconds cost her. Her attacker is even angrier now, furious at being made to look a fool by a woman. His gloved hand grabs her throat as he pushes her back against the cold brick wall and pure instinct has her own hand coming up to his face, pressing fingers and palm against bare skin so she can feel her power spark and begin to drain the life out of him. ]
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"Think you'd better mind your own business," is spat out by one of the men, who produces a knife from beneath his jacket. Shit. He's almost within arm's reach of her, the knife pointed in her general direction, but his focus is on her would-be rescuer — so she moves. An angry brawl with people who are scared is one thing; she's not letting this new arrival take a knife for her.
Grabbing the wrist holding the knife, there's too much shock for her attacker to realize what's happening as she pushes the arm away from her, twisting the hand around until fingers loosen and she can grab the knife. She doesn't hesitate to fling it further down the alley, the weapon disappearing into the deep shadows.
It's over in seconds, her training so deeply ingrained even after years of confinement, but those seconds cost her. Her attacker is even angrier now, furious at being made to look a fool by a woman. His gloved hand grabs her throat as he pushes her back against the cold brick wall and pure instinct has her own hand coming up to his face, pressing fingers and palm against bare skin so she can feel her power spark and begin to drain the life out of him. ]