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[u]Downtown, Central City
February 14th, 22:30[/u]

She had just about taken a full ten steps when instinct alerted her to motion above and behind, the entry of another into the attempted crime. With only seconds before the squeezing of a trigger, she decided it would be more than prudent to take the initiative and stop this before it got out of hand. Time seemed to slow down just for her as she turned, tapping into the speedforce and feeling the electric rush through her entire body as the energy vastly increased her reaction speed. Here and now she could cross vast distances in the blink of an eye, complete multiple tasks seemingly at once, or for this instance… Have all the time she needed to survey the unfolding scene.

From above a man in red was perched atop the nearby roof. Even if she hadn't been rather avid in the pursuit of meta news and the actions of various emerging heroes across the country, she would have recognized this particular vigilante by his choice in weaponry. That and he was one of the few who chose to openly chronicle his actions and sometimes even livestream. Arsenal. Fraction by fraction she watched as he began to pull back at the bowstring, already in the process of loosing an arrow to end what he likely thought of as a direct threat to the life of an innocent.

Since she had the time, she took it to walk back over to the would-be crook, leaning in to peer into the cylinders of the revolver. It wasn't even loaded. Of course, that made sense especially with the hesitance that she had picked up on. The guy really didn't want to do this, but desperate times and chance led to this moment. That meant that her "hero" was about to end someone's life on a false assumption and… Verra paused a moment, relaxing just a fraction to allow the world around her to turn just a little faster. It wasn't a normal arrow.

Of course, she forgot that this one had a particular taste for showing off. It must have been some new arrow that he had come up with. [i][color=ed145b]"Alright hero, I'll trust you on this."[/color][/i] She made her way back to where she had stood, carefully adjusting her posture and stride. Then everything snapped back into full motion. A heavy thud sounded followed by a body collapsing and the clatter of metal across pavement. With all the skill of one who had done this a few times too many, Verra turned with an expression of shock. Turns out that it really was a non-lethal arrow, the expanded head laying on the ground next to the mugger and his empty piece.

[color=ed145b]"Th-thanks."[/color]

She mumbled the word before taking off on a sprint down the street, making a quick turn towards home as she glanced back at the scene. He must have seen the entire exchange, probably even recorded it. Well that just meant that she had to take care of things for the night. At least she had something to do now, well other than working on something she had done for a year now. It had been a couple days since Velocity took a run through the city anyways, so may as well stretch her legs a bit.

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Almost as soon as the supposed victim of the attempted mugging had rounded the corner, there was a flash of electricity from the opposite end of the street and a rush of air from beside Arsenal on the roof. The air would feel charged as if a rather significant amount of energy had just been discharged rapidly, and the source would be quite apparent in a hurry. Without need for introductions, the masked speedster heroine hopped up onto the edge of the roof, legs kicking out over the side as she leaned over to review the scene below.

[color=ed145b]"Wow. Really knocked him out cold, huh."[/color]