[Center] [h3] Whipstitch [/h3]
[@Xandrya][@Spiffy][@Gardevoiran][@solokolos][@T2wave][/center]

[I]Parenthesis used for explanations of events.[/I]
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Looking around at all the noises, her eyes twitched.

Men going down. Trash. Beaten.
... Good.

Woman up high, with man, guns. 
... Meh.

An... Angel? That was... Interesting.

Being told to surrender... Not so interesting.

With a laugh, Whipstitch raised her arms up high before string erupted out of the front of her body, her hands, her legs...creating a solid wall of blinding neon green thread in moments. Nearly an inch thick, several feet wide, and only as tall as she was... It was an impressive display as she continued adding string, severing it as it moved into place, and continuing to laugh. (Super dense / durable string, laid brick style)

She backed away slowly, keeping most everyone in view (minus Angel, because of the wall, and Genevieve / Zach because of positioning).

"You can have these scum. They're in my territory anyways. Go, go, go, beyond the wind and stars. Remove the dirty bastards," she called over at the Angel. "Bad men need punished."

With a flick of her wrist another string shot out and up towards the catwalk the guy (Mantis) with the gun was. And the girl. Stabbing the end of the string down, Whipstitch started running up the line before disembarking some ten feet away from the duo (trio?).

"You were naughty. Pointing a gun at a lady. Did you mother not teach you manners?" She asked in a low voice.