[right][h2][sup][i][color=f07560]Knight[/color][/i][/sup][/h2][i]Rosaline Buckner[/i]
[i]Battle in Dorchester[/i][/right]

To Knight’s surprise, Sickle-Cell replied with a speech, the first words in particular startling her. Then the speech… infuriated her, and she clutched her sword harder as she glared at him.

[color=f07560]‘Fuck you.’[/color] Maybe not the most mature of first lines, but his supposed personal justice and messed up reasoning to her supposed hypocrisy pissed her off. She held her sword ready as she spoke, her mind working on her reply… and on another thing at the same time.

[color=f07560]‘You don’t get to claim we’re-’[/color] Then she realized she was seeing someone dash at Sickle-Cell from a nearby alley. It was with a mixture of anger, regret and sheer [i]annoyance[/i] that she let go of her sword with one hand and swung the hand to hold in his direction.

[color=f07560]‘STOP THAT!’[/color] She shouted as a wall of air froze in time into a blue barrier in front of Iron Fist, two meters wide and high but very thin, yet unmovable. [color=f07560]‘I appreciate what you’re doing and all, but I [i]just[/i] decided not to fight this man for the safety of my team! Now stay put and let me talk!’[/color] She paused a moment to make sure everyone understood what she wanted. Assuming nobody talked or did anything else the next one and a half seconds, she’d continue talking.

[i]immediately concerned:[/i] [@Sickle-cell][@Banana][@POOHEAD189]
[i]locally concerned:[/i] [@DracoLunaris][@Kiddo][@knifeman]