[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Y6tEFKV.png[/img] [hider=❄]22 | Female | Freelancers | Meltwater Spring Moya-no-Yume | Dagger | Physical | Frosted Sheen Snowdrop Vestige | Sangfroid Convention Glacial Stream | Aqua | Rime Rose [Freeze, Slick] Damage X, Restrain, Extend, Construction, Trap, Enhance, Mark, Blink, Powerful DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750 [Bronze Self + Slick] = 16 MP PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 118[/hider][sub][@BrokenPromise][@Majoras End][@OwO][@mantou][/sub][/center] There was a lot to be considered. Betty’s Notes, Timekeeper’s fraying sanity, Justin’s fairly sexy (probably artistic license though) body, and the emergence of the GEMINI agents. She recognized a couple of them. Breacher with the shield, Silhouette looking pretty well-cooked. A chick with a sniper rifle, and a buncha melees flanking an unfamiliar face that looked like she had been passed around a vampire buffet. Outnumbered, but if it came to injuries alone, the cops looked much more fucked up than the freelance Mavericks. Indeed, at the moment eye contact was made, at the moment both sides began to size each other up, Klava was ready to go. But thankfully, Billy and Binky were willing to talk. They exchanged a couple of words, finding some common grounds. Klava relaxed, just a little bit. Perhaps calmer heads would prevail, and they could at least agree to both go… Ah, of course. Those two motherfuckers even had the gall to tell [i]unrelated[/i] parties to start scrapping first. Timekeeper tried to reopen dialogue, but the writing was already in the wall the moment Klava saw the dragon girl with the riot shield bring her defensives up, bring her gun to bear. Of course they wouldn’t even have the fucking courtesy to try to talk first. Must be really feeling themselves, knowing that they could shoot to kill with no repercussions because their real-life identities were safe and secure. Fucking GEMINI. Should’ve Blinked out and watched them explode amidst the Cobra gang’s last ‘fuck you’ instead. … Klava breathed out. No, there wasn’t really a universe where she would do that, was there? Outnumbered, outgunned. Timekeeper had to play it safe, Tetrad was providing covering fire, and it wasn’t even certain whether or not Apollo was going to play a role. Lightning surged through her veins, thrumming with her accelerated heartbeat, while staccato notes sounded from firearms, ugly beats with no sense and no meaning. She had enough mana left for a handful of murder-inducing melodies, maybe a Construction or two. More than enough, in conclusion. She had worked with GEMINI before. Had burned for them before. Wasn’t even nearly as mad at them as she had made herself out to be. Was willing to even let bygones be bygones if they walked away from this alive and intact. But right now, they were in Pax Septimus, and GEMINI shot first. There was no room for hesitation, and only a small bit of space for non-lethality, one that none of the enemy Espers were going to afford, with all the bullets whizzing by. So Klava, of course, was going to fucking kick their ass. And if they lived, maybe they can all have a laugh over this another time. [color=6ecff6][b]“Apollo, toss a flash over the statue.”[/b][/color] She charged into the fray, lightning sparking off her skin as a Melody wove itself around her. Each step propelled her faster and faster as one hand brandished Moya-no-Yume and the other undoing a sash from her outfit. Speedster’d and Slick’d, Klava was a blur as she skated over the tiles, ducking and weaving past Breacher’s gunfire as she curved around the opposite end of the statue and spotted her enemies clearly. All lined up, and all of them some manner of wounded. Didn’t matter. They shot first, and Klava had already crossed the threshold. With luck, Apollo would have answered her call, dropped his Melody and distracted them long enough for her to make her move. Her sash flung out, intent on catching the monkey in the face and blind her. Her blade whistled, swinging in for a gliding strike to slice open the knight’s leg. Her feet collapsed, a textbook slide tackle to knock the alien off her feet. Her tactics ignored Silhouette, for he had done good work before and was otherwise so fucked up it was a miracle they let him come along. Her actions brought her to the sniper and, just as smoothly as she had fallen, she stood up. [color=6ecff6][b]“Hey, is it too late to call a ceasefire?”[/b][/color] A shit-eating grin formed. But that, of course, was only in an [i]ideal[/i] circumstance.