Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-5999656-20170707052220

Lustra felt her shoulders tense at the crass words the biker leader dropped so casually. She could feel her blood practically boiling and her face flushing at his choice of derogatives - both callously condescending and sexist as all hell.

The sound of the gunshots acted as a trigger for the Huntress, and she drove her foot into the sandy earth as she dodged to the side, planting both feet on the adjacent wall before pushing off again directly at the biker gang. Her white silhouette was almost blinding against the sun as she soared overhead and whipped her fan open with a resounding crack. Lustra landed almost soundlessly behind the gangsters as they whipped around to look at her. She held her crouched pose for one second before straightening up, one hand on her belt while the other waved the fan lazily. She turned around slowly, still fanning herself, but the bikers' attention was drawn by a bloodcurdling screech from their leader, whose eyes were staring wide at his hand as his gun clattered to the ground.

His hand was shaking uncontrollably even as he tried to grab his wrist with his other hand, struggling to get a grip through the slick of his sweat and the rivulets of blood flowing from where the needle protruded straight through his palm.

"A-a-aauuuuughhhhhh!!" he screamed as he fell to his knees. Lustra stepped forward as if she didn't have a care in the world - and then lifted her foot, and kicked over the boss's dusty Harley-Davidson. It fell to the ground with a nasty crunch of metal and sent up a large dust cloud, which Lustra strode through.

"S-stop right there!" The remaining bikers pointed their handguns and began firing haphazardly, prompting Lustra to once again rush forward and at her enemies. As she dashed forward she shut her fan and began wielding it as a baton, striking at the gangsters with a well-timed combination of sweeps and low kicks. A blow to the back of the ankle here, another to the eye - she didn't pull any punches, unleashing her wrath upon the hapless bikers. Those who had Aura were simply people she could punch more, and she was unrelenting as she launched one onto the rooftop with a well-times backspring kick and drove another facefirst into the curb. Their close combat skills were patchy at best, and some of them even struck their own comrades in the tight quarters as the Huntress weaved effortlessly among them.

Of course, the majority of her rage was to be directed at none other than the one who had insulted her in the first place. After dropping a wiry male to the ground with an uppercut to the chin, she pivoted and stalked up to the mohawked boss, and planted one foot on his bloody fingers as she pinned his pierced hand to the ground. She bent down and took ahold of her needle between her thumb and forefinger, and plucked it out in one tug, ignoring the howls of protest from her prey.

"You... shouldn't have said that," Lustra said breathlessly, punctuating each word as she leaned over the man, practically breathing on him, so close she was. Her amber eyes were wide and reflective, and the expression on her face was a chill contrast from how it had been mere minutes ago. The professional coolness was replaced with the hints of a mad smirk in her pale face, and she slid forward to straddle the man's chest, and drove a clenched fist straight into his face.

Again. And again. And again. Once more Lustra pulled back, but as her arm rose she froze in place, and there she stayed for a few seconds, chest heaving as she contemplated continuing her brutal beatdown.

No.

Suddenly Lustra rose to her feet, standing directly over the sobbing, bloody mess of a male. What was she doing? She'd completely forgotten about Cyzarine.

She cast around her surroundings as anxiousness replaced blind rage, hoping that the girl hadn't been injured in the fray. Lustra chided herself internally for her oversight.

''Stupid, fucking stupid. I was...''