<strong>Location: Lower East End, Gotham, USA<br/>Hero: Huntress<br/>TAG: Raven</strong><br/>(http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad163/Caliesil/Huntress_zps7da5b71d.jpg)<br/><br/>"Wow..."  Huntress said after the trip to the scene of the attack took place, she flushed, cold sweating and adrenalin pumped all at the same time.  Dealing with her own cocktail of emotions was intense enough at times, add a little hit of Raven into the mix and Helena was wired.  Helena clicked her tongue as Raven took the lead, she lining her shot up and letting a bolt go the second Raven's shadow enveloped the guy on the left.  The one on the right dropped before he even knew what was going on, the gun in his hand still firmly held as his head cracked of the roar, a clean silver bolt sticking from in between his eyes.<br/><br/>By the time she was making her way down, Helena noticed Raven had the other guy well in hand, fuck he looked terrified.  The Huntress had a wicked smile on her face as she noticed that, it growing even more as she noticed two more running towards Raven with the clear intention to get involved.  Not hesitating one bit Huntress sent a bolt into the skull of the one farthest away, as he dropped she rolled underneath the single shot fired by the guy closest to her, coming in front of him punching him straight in the throat.<br/><br/>She twisted the gun in his hand, the weapon pointing straight at his groin and began to fire.  Even as he fell after the first shot the emptied the entire clip into the now bloody mess where his cock and balls used to be.  He didn't die right away, and Huntress walked away from him towards Raven and her victim he could be heard doing something like a screech and whimper.  Ya, he wasn't going to make it.<br/><br/>Huntress had her eyes closed and seemed to be revealing in some sort of deep feeling of warmth, and the truth is she was.  "Fucking better than sex."  She said with a warm and satisfied smiled.  Her eyes then popped open as she realized what she'd just said, "Shit."  Looking at Raven her flushed face went slightly more pale, Christ what would this chick think?  That she was some kind of psyco-killer that got off and ganking bad guys?  Well, she kinda did, but that was way besides the point!  She'd said it out loud!  "Umm...I think that meld thing messed with my head a bit."  Ya blame it on emotional transference, happened in Star Trek, why can't it happen here.  She found something to draw attention away from herself in the shaking would be rapist on the ground.<br/><br/>"Tell me true pretty Raven, will he suffer more if I let him live?"  Huntress asked loading her crossbow with another bolt and pointing it at the pathetic excuse for a human being.  If Raven said yes he'd suffer more, she'd not kill the prick.  If Raven thought Hell might serve him better than a bolt into the liver it was, let him die slow for all Huntress cared.  Despite the choice made, the following would be the same.<br/><br/>"Care to get us outta here?"  Helena would say with a smirk and a cocked hip with her crossbow resting against her shoulder.  The poor woman in the car was shocked into silence by this point, and while Helena felt sorry for her, she was no therapist.  Anything they said to her right now would probably just have her screaming all over again.