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 The Wedge; Macaulay Drive[/u][/b]

"P-please don't hurt me, please," the woman begged, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

"C'mon now, baby, you're gonna [i]love[/i] this," the thug grinned to the woman as she was held in place by two of his buddies. Pressing his switchblade to her cheek, he drew close enough that she could surely smell his breath. "Unless, of course, you make things [i]difficult."[/i]

There were six of them in all, not counting their would-be victim. The blind alleyway was narrow and ended abruptly after the first turn, the buildings it once serviced mostly acting as places for the homeless to squat in now. The 4th Street Crew had been trying to move in on Macaulay Drive for the past couple of months, and the people there had been suffering their presence ever since. She would ensure they didn't have to suffer it for long.

"Hey guys," she called out from the entrance of the alley, "why don't you come play with [url=https://i.imgur.com/FKcunA7.jpg]me[/url] instead?"

Collectively turning at the sound of her voice, the thugs stood in silence for only a moment before they recognized her red longcoat. Before the first one could even complete his reactionary swear, she delivered a palm strike to his chin that lifted him clear off his feet and left him to fall into a cluster of wooden pallets off to the side.

Good, her coat didn't tear this time; that meant she had put the correct amount of force into her blow. The palm strike was also proving useful; thanks, youtube.

Two of them now tried to come at her from the sides, but she was quick - impossibly so - to issue them both a hook to the jaw that blasted the pair into the wall. Still no tearing. A shadow now swept over her, the largest of the group having opted to circle around behind her while the previous two were attacking. Allowing him to place her into a full nelson, she responded by ever-so-slightly jerking her head back into his face, thoroughly smashing his nose and sending him to the ground.

The next one had a gun, so he was a little more certain of his chances. They hadn't figured out that they were useless against her yet, which wasn't a bad thing. Lashing out to crush the cylinder of the gun, she followed up by palm-striking him in his sternum, his eyes rolling back as he impacted the wall.

Only one now remained, and he was doing the predictable thing: using the woman as a hostage.

"S-stay back, freak! I'll slit the bitch's throat!" He warned her, pressing his knife tightly against her neck. She was, understandably, trembling with fear. A sudden, reflexive jerk might cause him to cut her. Better wrap this up quickly.

Once more dashing forward in a blur, she pinched the blade of the knife between her thumb and index finger. She instantly felt him trying to draw it back against the lady's neck once he realized what had happened, but it wouldn't budge even a millimeter. A quick twist later, and blade was detached from hilt.

"Wah?! B-but that's-"

She palmed his face into the back wall, stealing his consciousness. "Impossible? Astonishing? [i]Miraculous?[/i] I'll gladly accept any of those labels!"

That was six out of six. No tears in the coat, so no excessive injuries.

Her mom's coat was still just as tight on her, but that turns out to have been a blessing in disguise: it forced her to be extremely precise and subtle with her movements to avoid ripping it to pieces. She'd noticed the seams were torn after her first outing, and Samantha had insisted she wear it ever since.

Turning to the woman, who seemed to still be trying to process what had just happened, Karen offered her the most comforting smile she could manage. "Hey miss, are you alright? They didn't manage to hurt you, did they?"

"I..." she choked, slowly raising her cuff to dry her eyes. "I don't think so..."

"Come on, then," Karen extended her hand, "let's get you to a shelter."

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