[@Rin][@Dblade26]

[sup](GM note: Briefer post due to the pure action nature, and I still call a few shots on both your characters. This is because your characters are going to get roughed up at first; I'd suggest teaming up to take the Talon down but that'd require your characters to communicate, maybe, and possibly work together. Good luck. ^_^)[/sup]

A twist this way, a lean that way, and Mary Turner let the thrown blades sail right past her. One of them stuck into her upper thigh--casually she allowed her hand to wrap around it's razor sharp other half, and just pull it out as if pain was no part of the equation. Because it wasn't. The Court's might would impress even the worst of this world, Mary truly believed that. She had to. 

The Talon moved as swift as shadow, leaving the attack she anticipated the moment she saw him go for the throwing blades empty handed, giving him a swift sidekick in the ribs, the force of her heel amounting to the kinetic force of a sledgehammer. 

He thought he was clever. He was mistaken. Under her mask, Mary's cold lips smiled.

With the quickness of a veteran cave dweller, the bird-a-rang came flying out of her hand with the barest flip of her wrists; the sound of steel coming to a squishing halt in the soft flesh of "Robin"'s left shoulder as immediate to the untrained hero as a blink. The threat was real, and this Talon was hellbent on proving it. On murdering the young girl here and now in front of Wayne's child. 

"Stay down, Wayne. You can't protect her."

Sudden as she pivoted on her heel to face the boy again, the daggers were in either hand, and coming down on Damian with speed and quickness that had once been the envy of her time in this world. Speed and quickness that not even death could rob her of. It was a surprise to miss the boy, though she nearly tore his cape apart even in missing. It was no comfort, instead she came up seething, ripping a dagger through the air towards the girl without seeming to aim, and stepping up to the boy with the other clinched in her right hand. 

She would destroy him, and fill him with half a hundred holes. "Prepare to bleed Robin red, child."