[h3][color=aquamarine]Aya/Cosmos[/color][/h3]
Aya couldn't make out much from where she was pressed to the ground, but it was easy enough to piece together that the four on the roof had [i]not[/i] been expecting them. There was shouting, the sound of footsteps, the sharp sound of something cutting through the air. There was a sudden increase of pressure on her back and then – none at all. 

Blood rushed back to her wrists as Aya scrambled with this new freedom. She crawled forward, as far as she could get from Likho, before flipping onto her back, still trying to get away while sitting. A slash of blood, tar-black in the dark of the night, was drawn across the edge of his left shoulder. The thick material of his jacket began to stain, a flower blooming across his arm. His amber eye was narrowed and immediately the long staff that had been strapped to his back was in his hand. He stood crouched, ready to charge forward and engage. The silver of his two sai at his waist glinted in the moonlight, as though eager for action.

Then his eye cut to her, and Aya froze. 

[color=palegoldenrod]"[i]Justice[/i],"[/color] he repeated at the girl who'd apparently spoken. His gaze never left Aya. [color=palegoldenrod]"Well this is [i]about[/i] justice,"[/color] he said. His eye finally turned back to the other girl and Aya felt the breath escape her in a rush at being freed from his gaze. [color=palegoldenrod]"And it has nothing to do with you."[/color]

[h3][color=palegoldenrod]Wes/Likho[/color][/h3]
Wes was glowering under his mask, eyes trained on the two blonds in front of him. The other two had made themselves scarce, hanging back on a distant roof but he made sure to keep an eye on them, lest they try anything. The night air bit at the fresh wound on his shoulder. The girl was quick and had good aim, he'd give her that. He'd dodged as soon as he'd seen her raise her weapon, and had still managed a scratch. It wouldn't be happening again. 

He looked back at Aya, small and scared as she stared at him with wide brown eyes. Angry scratches dirtied her cheek, her collar bones, down her shins – Wes clenched his jaw as he took in what this situation looked like to an outsider.

He didn't relax his stance, but released one of his hands from his staff to point a finger at Aya.

[color=palegoldenrod]"This girl is connected with at least one dangerous criminal, probably more."[/color]

[color=aquamarine]"I - what?"[/color] she stammered out, her voice frail and halting.

[color=palegoldenrod]"[i]Don't[/i]."[/color] His voice cut through the air, low and sharp. The girl's mouth snapped shut. [color=palegoldenrod]"I just need answers from her, that's all."[/color]

[color=aquamarine]"Y-you tackled me to the ground!"[/color] she said, her voice incredulous. It was still hesitant and wavering, but when Wes looked back at Aya there was a new sort of spark in her.

[color=palegoldenrod]"You ran,"[/color] he said shortly.

[color=aquamarine]"Some masked lunatic corners me on a deserted street in the middle of the night and I'm [i]not[/i] going to run?!"[/color] Wes was annoyed to see there was actual logic in her statement. When she put it that way. [color=aquamarine]"And-"[/color] Aya turned to look at the two vigilantes, her eyes turning pleading. [color=aquamarine]"Please, I – I don't know what he's talking about I was just walking home from the library and –"[/color] she looked back at Wes. He was slightly mortified to see her eyes were watering. But his certainty that she was his key was unwavering.

[color=palegoldenrod]"You do know,"[/color] he cut her off. [color=palegoldenrod]"And you're going to tell me about Cosmos."[/color]