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Yeah, this whole thing was a mess, but Robin kinda liked it. Or at the very least, she wasn't nearly as worried as she should have been, watching things begin to escalate. She'd managed to keep her head down as more capes appeared, but sooner or later she'd have to make a move. The faster she made an impact, the better her chances of being gone before the town's glorified babysitters turned up to stick them all in time-out.

Not that she was against the idea of shutting down the violence [i]per se[/i], she just didn't want to be there when it happened. So, 'efficiency' would have to the word of the day. Fine by Robin - a time trial was as good a test as any. Speaking of which, she'd have to pick a target. At first she glanced towards the other independents... couldn't be sure if they were on Gladius' side or Wonderland's until they started trying to murder her, which meant the Wonderland targets were priority.

[color=cyan][i]And that leaves us with two.[/i][/color]

Or two that she could see, anyway. Freakshow's creatures were something she didn't know if she could deal with, but they seemed to be making close-range attacks for now. Askaryan, on the other hand, seemed to be going for longer-ranged attacks. It was a simple decision - if nothing else, she knew which one she needed to surprise if she wanted a chance at this.

Taking advantage of the distraction provided by the exploding car, Robin grinned to herself.

[color=cyan]ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋɪɴɢ : ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ[/color]

Sixty seconds, give or take. No more time for hesitation.

Of course, there were unwritten rules to obey - rules that would keep her from using the element of surprise to decapitate anybody, even if it'd probably mean one less person wanting to murder her in future. Wasn't as if she ever planned on inviting Wonderland's pet psychos to a dinner party, so she was okay with burning that particular bridge. Really, she was being pretty damn reasonable about this, all things considered. Live and let live, as much as this situation would allow.

Not that she expected Askaryan to see it the same way, as she sprinted towards the other cape - strength letting her move faster than any normal human would - and lunged. One arm aiming to slice a blade across the back of their legs and remove any mobility, the other launching an armour-clad punch at the back of their skull to hopefully knock the parahuman out.

Had to hope it worked, though - she could already feel the cloaking device starting to heat up already, and knew whether her attack succeeded or not, she was about to become a whole lot more visible.

[color=cyan]Man, I really need to fix this thing.[/color]