[center][h2]Kitsune[/h2][/center]

Having animate shadows wrap themselves around her ankle was a novel experience, since everything she knew about the world suggested they shouldn’t be able to [i]do[/i] that. They were cold to the touch, which wasn’t surprising, and exerted a pressure against her skin while feeling neither soft nor solid.

All very interesting, but decidedly less important than the fact that Grim had for some reason decided to start dragging her across the tarmac and forced her to release Shank. The shadow let go of her ankle soon after, letting Kitsune pick herself and giving her a chance to try and piece together what was going on. Grim had turned his attention to the other fight, a drone overhead shining a spotlight on the pair before lashing out with another impossibly physical shadow.

Given that the two fighting were trying equally hard to stab each other and that Kitsune didn’t recognise either of them, she couldn’t actually tell which one was supposed to be the villain and which the hero and whether or not Grim attacking them was a good thing. That was assuming either of them were a hero to begin with, but given the way that the darkly clothed one seemed surprised and confused by Grim’s sudden attack she decided to label him the hero for now.

Probably one of the more violent ones. Unfortunate, she didn’t like those much.

She didn’t have to wait long to figure out why Grim had decided to switch sides; the other hero shouting for him to ‘snap out of it’ in that ever so cliché way suggested that some kind of compulsion was at work. Or at least that was what the other hero suspected; she’d never had to deal with any kind of super powered opponent before, let alone mind control or whatever this was supposed to be. It seemed like a leap of logic to assume that was the case, especially when it could have been any number of more mundane option, including the fact that Grim had simply lied about being a hero in the first place.

But, well, there was a guy standing off to the side of this whole mess staring very intently at Grim and Grim alone. He didn’t look like a psychic, but he didn’t exactly look like a bystander either so he probably had something to do with this group regardless.

Whoever he was, he was so absorbed in whatever he was doing that he didn’t notice her running towards him. Nor did he notice her jump into the air, or notice her spin, or see the back kick she sent his way until it was too late and her heel collided with his temple before he began taking an impromptu nap.