<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Omegatropolis, Street.</strong></span><br/><br/>Her ears twitched slightly underneath her hood, as she heard the cries of the women's distress. One short step and the distance was no longer an issue, her green slitted eyes taking in the scene in front of her. The many lights actually gave her more than enough shadows to work with and she grinned.<br/><br/>And then the shadows came alive, or so it seemed, as a shapeless black shadow jumped from it, threw a punch that knocked one of the goons beating up on the man into the air, and when the other gun tried to assist his buddy just disappeared into wisps of shadow, as his fist touched nothing but air. Not even a second later, the shadow landed on that second thug and smashed him into the ground, staying there on top of the fallen foe.<br/><br/>"Shoot it. Shoot it." one of the three remaining goons yelled, in panick as they grabbed their pistols and unleashed lead upon the shadowy figure.<br/><br/>As the remaining thugs drew their firearms underneath her cloak of shadows, Shadu flashed a toothy grin, disappearing straight away, landing the sign of one of the shops, and watching the thugs unload their guns in the direction of where she used to be. Even that much darker thing within her was amused. But it was almost always amused by violence. Shadu shook her head, focussed herself, and her grin faded as she went after the last three thugs. The first one, went down from a punch by one of the tentacles she formed out of the many snaking shadows around them. She was no longer there, when two remaining guns ripped apart the sign where she had been before. Standing right behind one of the thugs now. A simple spinkick took out the one she was not behind, sending him sprawling to the ground, and when the one she used for cover spun around to shoot his gun blindly she was already gone.<br/><br/>"Raargh."the goon yelled as he blindly started to fire around, only to be landed upon by a graceful figure covered from head to toe in clothes that had seen much better days.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but show of to the stunned victims of this assault and made a graceful and elegant bow. "Better take care of your male." she said, her voice soft, almost shy, her R rolling of her tongue. And then she stepped out from underneath the streetlight's beam and was gone. Back on the rooftop, watching down at the city, while she carefully unwrapped her now cold hamburger from it's paper. "Stupid goons." she muttered, "Ruined a perfectly good meal."