[color=f6989d][h1][center]Vicki Victory[/center][/h1][/color]

    Garrett swiped at Vicki with a pair a deadly blades fixed to his forearm bracers, the exotic weapons headed straight for her neck. Vicki easily parried the blow with her already prepared fists, using the back of her right hand to swipe Garrett’s arm off to the side. She immediately followed it up by leaping at Garrett with the heft of her left fist. Purely acting on instinct, a pair of jet boosters on her metal backpack and a booster built into the hextech gauntlet activated, sending Vicki rocketing forward, the metal fist blasting straight at Garrett’s upper torso.

Whether she hit him or not, Vicki continued forward through the air, before tumbling to the ground into a smooth roll, ending the roll by propping herself on one knee and facing back toward Garrett, her gloves up and ready for any retaliation. Vicki was breathing heavily, the adrenaline from an actual life-or-death situation causing her body to tremble slightly.


[color=a2d39c][h1][center]Raze Colter[/center][/h1][/color]

As slowly and non-threateningly as possible, Raze rose from his kneeling position, holding his arms above his head. For a few moments, Raze processed in his mind what the best thing to say might be.

[color=a2d39c]”I'm...sorry for the trouble. That wasn't me,”[/color] Raze stammered out.

He was truly afraid of what might happen next. Would they still try to fight him? Kill him? To Raze, the worst thing that could happen in this situation is if he was forever shunned and rejected by them, because of his great recklessness. And for losing control to another presence.