[center][h3][b][color=turquoise]Genevieve Marceaux - Healer[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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The bike zoomed past the darkened neighborhood. Genevieve lived near the industrial zone, and she took to the quiet streets around the area to get her from Point A to Point B faster. Less traffic, less people, less chance for trouble. That's always what it boiled down to and it had rarely failed her. Unfortunately, this wasn't one of those moments.

A shot rang through the air, and not a second later, Genevieve lost control of her motorcycle. She was airborne for a good moment before painfully hitting the ground and skidding a foot or two, her jacket absorbing most of what would have been a nasty road rash had she been wearing something a little more revealing. [I]What the fuck?![/I] was her first thought, looking at the bike silently idling not too far from her. She stood up slowly, still shaken, as removed her helmet and took a quick look around. All seemed quiet and peaceful on the surface, although she knew better than that, and she was right. A figure emerged from within the shadows of an alleyway, one dressed in all black and unrecognizable. Genevieve tensed up, her body going into its fight-or-flight response. Not allowing the young woman to get a word out, the figured rushed at her. Genevieve readied her stance before she realized the figure had disappeared just as quickly. She wasn't crazy, and that much was proven when she was knocked off her feet. Of course that dirty trick worked on her. Why wouldn't it?

"You can't go around making a lot of friends without expecting some enemies," the woman finally said, her knee digging into Genevieve's back. Then the pain came unexpectedly, somewhere just below her shoulder blades. She couldn't help but cry out in response and retaliate by turning that pain into pure strength. Genevieve swiftly pushed her attacker off of her and then restrained her, sitting on her to choke her meanwhile using her healing ability. 

"Don't underestimate your enemies," Genevieve replied, smiling as the struggling woman beneath her attempted to break free. Genevieve then got up when her back was feeling better, appearing to grow sympathetic, but instead, she delivered a blow to the woman's head with her boot, knocking her unconscious.