Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151203145629/@comment-25924729-20151221091248

Laura panicked. She remembered the last time they fought: she had been helpless against Vale's speed and power, unable to land a single hit on the girl while her own aura was rapidly cut down. Nothing had changed since then. The assassin attacked relentlessly. She could dodge, but eventually the shorter girl would wear her down and finish her off.

To her suprise, Vale suddenly froze, dropping to her knees and gasping heavily. Her entire body was shivering, and a sheen of sweat glistened over tattooed skin, showing the immense strain on herself. The girl looked up, and for a brief moment Laura saw regret in her eyes. "Run..." she whispered, before renewing her assault.

Then she understood. Vale wasn't attacking consciously, she had taken the same aura drug which Nacoma used on her. Even the comparably tame Laura had been momentarily turned into a raging psychopath, she couldn't imagine what it was like for someone as aggressive as Vale even under normal circumstances.

With this knowledge, Laura resolved not to hurt her partner despite her attempts to mutilate her, The maid loaded a tranquilizer and took careful aim. Blinded by rage, Vale didn't even try to dodge, and the dart struck square in her shoulder. Soon, her movements slowed, and the assassin finally slumped unconscious on the concrete.

She resheathed her pistol with shaky hands, then carefully approached the limp body to check on her. "Out cold. She won't be up for at least another hour or two."