[i]Alpha Team, objective completed.[/i]

[i]Bravo Team, enemies dead.[/i]

[i]Charlie Team, cleaning up and heading home.[/i]

Zilla smiled as she received updates of all the squads she had sent out. So far, only two men had been injured. They were all highly trained, some of them even superhuman themselves, so that was no surprise. Those who weren't so naturally blessed proved their skill in sparring matches against her on occasion. There was no reason why these men would fail against a bunch of gangsters who only had pistols and suits.

She was on her way to her objective herself, riding on her motorcycle. It was black, much like the rest of her outfit and armour. Its engine was virtually silent and packed a lot of horsepower, another impressive technology from Blackburn Enterprises. Jon Falcone was at his nightclub, no doubt meeting with his lieutenants and discussing more business. Zilla refrained from using that term - he was an extortionist and his money was dirty. There was no honour or integrity in the coin he had earned. He was everything she despised in the people that placed themselves on her level.

In her getup, she drew much attention. The bouncer at the line raised an eyebrow and blocked the door so she couldn't enter. She grabbed his shirt and threw him aside casually, before he could even react. She turned to the rest of the guests waiting in line. "I suggest you find somewhere else to party." She warned, before drawing her sword and breaking the glass entrance with it. Those closest to it took one look and escaped with cries of shock and fear. The rest were oblivious due to the loud music but the commotion soon spread through the club and the innocent clubbers left hurriedly.

Now it was just her and Falcone's men. They all rushed up to surround her as the club was finally empty of civilians. Even they were not so stupid to draw too much police attention. Falcone and his men would get off scot free if they roughed up some punk who barged in and vandalised the place, if they drew guns and killed innocent bystanders, that was another matter entirely.

"Who the fuck are you, tough guy?" One of Falcone's lieutenants challenged, obviously thinking he had the upperhand. "You march in here with a sword? You must be fucking stupid. You just brought the knife to a gunfight, punk."

Men were so willing believe their opponent was another man. She appeared rather androgynous in her armour, so if everyone was out looking for a male shadowbending assassin, who was she to clue them in? She simply smirked. "You must be pretty fucking stupid yourself to ask someone wearing a mask who they are. Besides, bringing a knife to a gunfight is only an insult if I [i]lose[/i]."

"We've got [i]guns[/i]!"

"No, what you have are [i]bullets.[/i] Pray they kill me before your guns are empty." Zilla answered with a sneer as the men cocked their guns and the order to shoot was given. The guns exploded in a roar of gunfire as the a smoke from the gun barrels and the dirt kicked up by the concrete behind her getting smashed obscured their view of her. If they were able to see clearly, they would see that she had transformed into a shadow and their bullets were phasing through her as if she wasn't there. When they emptied their guns and the smoke cleared, a few of them faltered and stumbled backwards to see that she was unharmed.

"My turn." Zilla's smile was sinister as sadistic as she rushed straight for the lieutenant in front of her, while the other mens' shadows sprung up and stabbed their owners from behind. The lieutenant could watch the slaughter in horror before Zilla ran her blade through his gut.

Falcone was crawling back, his legs having given way. "Please... please... what the hell are you?"

Zilla stopped short and flashed her dangerous smile again. "A woman. You know what they say about a woman scorned." Zilla didn't bother to reply before she had her shadows restrain Falcone and pin him against the wall. She snapped off three chair legs and carved out a cross from the wall. The man's eyes widened in horror as it dawned on him what she was about to do.

"The Romans crucified those acted against the public good." She commented, before nailing Falcone by the wrists and feet. "Farewell, Falcone."

There had been people whispering of a Dark Knight going about punishing high-profile criminals, and the police commissioner had been denying those claims. There was no way he could after tonight. Zilla walked right back outside and got on her bike, just as several police cars started coming towards her. No doubt some of the clubbers she had chased off had called them. They were getting faster in their response. Zilla paused long enough for them to get a proper look and confirm this "Dark Knight's" existence, before she revved her bike and rode off into the night, evading them entirely.