[h3][color=6ecff6]Perry Manfoosah[/color][/h3][i]The Sewers[/i][hr]
Perry nodded. Sterling was riding along the same track as she was. With their two skill sets, there wasn't much room to deviate between approaches. Perry had a couple of tricks up her sleeve yet, though.

[color=6ecff6]"My semblance can catch them off guard, then we could follow up."[/color] Perry suggested. [color=6ecff6]"Let's go."[/color]

The trek through the sewers were something nasty and revolting, a smell of decay and feces, keeping extra sure of her footing lest she were to slip and fall head first into whatever concoction the bowls of this city had wrought. Each brick they passed likely had whatever of the likely thousands species of mold that was being raised here, and Perry had half an expectation to find Grimm lurking around every corner - it seemed like an appropriate place or them. She put to rest any such fear, because if there were, Perry would be able to pick them out before they even knew what hit them. It's a funny thought; she regarded Grimm has the greatest threat to humanity, but here they are on this mission trying to put an end to the terrorists, where humanity sought to put an end unto itself. For what purpose may this be? To take away from the peace festivities? Either they were dealing with xenophobic extremist with way too much national pride, or a group more powerful, perhaps hoping to incite war and profit off of it.

The depravity of some folks knows no bounds. But trying to make sense of sick madness was an exercise in futility.

Noises skittered around the bleak sewer, whether it was noise from the surface, rats, droplets - it could be any number of things - but when a heavier sound slapped the sewer surface ahead, Perry froze and wordlessly sprung her hand behind her to stop Sterling. The huntress, fearing the presence of one of the terrorists, with only the pale moonlight filtering through the bars overhead to illuminate her face, lifted a finger to her lips as she slowly fell back into the darkness. They did not want to alert the enemy before they've even arrived.

The large mace looking contraption at her hip was unhitched, and Perry looked ahead with her mind's eye to detect the presence of anyone hostile - surely enough, there was one person lingering in the gloom and there was a smorgasbord of negativity, anger, and guilt to be found. Only one was too little for Perry to tire herself with a shade. Wordlessly, Perry signaled to Sterling to remain there before moving ahead as silently as a phantom. Her back against a wall now, she detected the presence just around the corner. Gripping the mace in hand, she swung around with it high over her head, fully prepared for it to come crushing down on their skull - until the glint of a shield froze her in her tracks. Blonde hair just as glowing, the bright red ribbon - that was about all she could see at the moment, but given the woman's poise to react to Perry's sudden attack, her face just lifted, and Perry was just barely able to see the look of surprise in their eyes.

Without a doubt, this stranger is another huntress. A fairly familiar one if she wasn't mistaken. Perry drew back, putting some distance between the two. It spoke volumes to Perry, how she came across about as close to a terrorist as Perry would have expected. Almost humorous, if severity of this situation didn't emphasize its danger. Quietly enough so that their position wouldn't be given away, but loud enough into the darkness for her voice to carry to her ally, Perry said, [color=6ecff6]"It's alright, Sterling. They're just another huntress. You can lower your gun."[/color]

Perry once again hitched her weapon to her side and crossed her arms. Staring down at Mauve with an unimpressed look in her eyes. [color=6ecff6]"Vigilante work? Kudos, but you know the MP already had all the Intel we need, right? They're also at our backs if something goes south, and they don't know you're here. Are you just trying to get in the way?"[/color]