Regardless of the circumstances, there was no feeling quite like flight. Above the line of high rises and dipping below to pass windows as the wind flooded past, there was no similarity in any other action that could be performed through the day. The wind, however damp, was never uncomfortable despite the speed Kara flew to keep up with Clark. She still managed enough time to glance about the city and drink in the detail of the rising lights as the natural faded away with the sinking of the sun beneath the distant horizon. 

The pier, at ground level, was dingy at the very best. An abandoned waste, there seemed to be little to appreciate of the once bustling corner of Metropolis. Vastly unused save for shady traffic, the docks were an unsettling sight from the ground, but hovering above in what remained of the sparse orange lamplight, this darkly lit piece of Metropolis's underworld looked hauntingly beautiful in its own mess. It certainly had a twisted sort of discordant aesthetic to it as Kara peered around and slowly descended, a red boot touching the ground first as her hair settled about her shoulders. Taking a step forward, Kara was aware of the various noise. A shuffle here; small, probably produced by rats or perhaps even raccoons. The gentle lapping of dark water against rusting docks. A loose chain tapping against a metallic post, and somewhere in the distance, the bell of a buoy long forgotten in this unused harbour.[color=f6989d] "Hey, Kal..."[/color] she murmured, [color=f6989d]"what do you think about journalism... for me?" [/color]She wondered about the occupation and had been for some time, head canting to the side before he was interrupted himself by the surprise of company. 

A look of disbelief crossed her face as Clark warned her about their swords. Swords? Seemed unlikely. When bullets did little more than cause a light bruise, it seemed foolish to be worried about blades. When the first of three rushed Kara at very nearly lightning speed, she was momentarily intimidated; surprised! Typically, people didn't move that fast. It was impressive, to say the least. Three short glares of a red hot, laser vision took two out at the shoulder (inopportune for a swordsman), and one at the knee, which didn't seem to make things any easier. When the called warning came, Kara turned to view the ten other soldiers that had emerged. [color=f6989d]"Oh, great,"[/color] she grumbled, [color=f6989d]"abandoned piers can never just be abandoned piers anymore, can they? They have to be riddled with.... what are you guys? Ninjas?" [/color]A metallic hissing cut through the air and Kara, being too busy with quips, wasn't quick enough to move out of the way of six metal stars. Four were dodged, the fifth was batted away (but that wasn't to say she didn't feel the speed upon the weapon impacting) and the sixth embedded through the shoulder of her costume and stuck.[color=f6989d] "Ow! Damn!"[/color] She stared at it eyes wide before ripping the blade out. It would leave little more than a mark, but that much was impressive. Tossing the small blade aside she glared, her feet lifting off of the ground by just an inch before she propelled herself through the air at the line of the league.