[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yx5CwGGc/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Oak Park
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan was positively gobsmacked as she saw the bench be flung across the park, only to be deflected as if by magic. She momentarily forgot about the phone in her hand, just staring at the extraordinary events she had witnessed. The fireball from earlier she could explain as a chemical reaction, but the probability of the bench just happening to change course as the man waved his hand? She couldn't fathom how someone could fake that. It would have required for everyone to be in on the stunt performance, but this all seemed to genuine. [color=silver]"...Tell Detective Gold not to wait up for me,"[/color] she said almost numbly into the phone, ending the call. 

	She had read and watched enough fiction to know rule number one - when crazy things happen, telling the police is never the right choice. It was a bit ironic given that Megan worked for the police as a medical examiner, but she didn't care. The buff guy throwing a bench clearly seemed to be in the wrong here - another lesson she learned from stories was that good guys rarely attacked first, they tended to be more reactive. Hardly being sneaky about it at all, Megan took out her pepper spray and reacted on instinct, running over towards the malicious bench throwing bouncer. He hardly noticed her at all and she tried to spray him in the eyes, only for the pepper spray to be jammed. [color=silver]"Damn you, Lady Luck,"[/color] she murmured. Tossing the canister aside, Megan kicked him as hard as she could in the genitals. 

	The beefcake gripped onto his wounded privates, wincing as he fell to his knees from the painful blow. Megan then hit him as hard as she could over the head, resulting in a now dazed beefy moron. [color=silver]"Are you alright?"[/color] she called out to the magician.