The Witch

The plastic hubcap impacts the magic user's head before she's able to realize what's happening. You grin as Argentum, now a staff in your hands, vibrates with power and you use it to vault yourself toward the group at behind you.

The other ruffians, realizing their artillery is already out of the fight charge you. They're not yet firing their weapons, perhaps realizing that it would bring unwanted attention. You do see the glint of sharp weapons in the moonlight however.

Logan throws several trumps at the group you were headed at, while simultaneously diving for the ground.

The punks you're facing slow as they see the flashes of light and hear the loud bestial roar that erupt near the other group. You grin as you hear them scream.

You hunch into a defensive stance, the ambush slowed by the punk's sudden indecision.

Just then the dim street lamps providing their limited light in the alley explode and shatter glass over the groups. Blue lightning flows along the ground and licks at the punk's feet.

Before you can attack them they're writhing on the ground from apparent shock. The cobalt tendrils of electricity seemingly flow from every where and illuminate them. The lightning slows and doesn't touch you.

You watch for a few moments as a lone, lithe figure steps into the alley way in front of you.

You sense Logan standing next to you, and another presence at your other side. You glance for a moment and find a massive snow tiger stretching its legs.

"Logan... Haman... Khan..." the figure says as it slowly moves its way through the moaning figures on the ground. "I hear you're looking for me."

You see the figure, now clearly a small Asian girl, apparently no more than twenty. She's dressed in denim skirt and a black jacket.

"Uh, yeah... um... Hi." Logan says. You hear something in his voice... fear?

"I saved your ass again. Who's your funny looking friends?" The girl asks. "More buddies from that place you'd never take me?"