<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 15th, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gotham Alleyways<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Combat mode: engaged.  Also one last bit of racism from the thug leader.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Damian Wayne, the last of the thugs.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Raven wasn't having any difficulty with her opponents, her magic serving dual roles of defense and attack.  The first to reach her after the initial rush was incapacitated found his crowbar being deflected off to the side by a small plane of dark energy before being blasted into the dumpster by said same energy.  The second was lifted into the air and flung into the third, the two of them crumpling into a heap by the far wall.  The thugs going against her "savior" weren't faring much better from the glimpses she was getting of that part of the fight, either.<br/><br/>Their leader was starting to sweat, teeth grinding together as his gang was being picked apart by a freak and a filthy chink.  He decided to cut his losses, turning to flee down the alley, only for Raven to step out of the wall in front of him.  A neat trick, one that had him scream out in fright, much to her secret amusement.  As he was lifted into the air by more dark energy the fight came to a close, and he was unceremoniously added to the unconscious pile of goons.  Raven let out a little sigh once it was over, her calm exterior belying the nerves and the effect adrenaline was having on her at the moment.<br/><br/>"My name is Raven," she replied to the helpful stranger's question, getting the sense that he was wary, bewildered, and perhaps a little in awe of her powers.  She supposed that was to be expected, given her otherworldly heritage.  She kept her eye on the criminals, though she blinked and looked back as she felt the young man's hand on her shoulder.  "Don't worry about them.  It's against our teachings to kill."  They were badly beaten and perhaps a little bloodied, but they'd live, she could sense it.  "Thanks for trying to keep things from turning violent."  He would find her words even, measured, though not quite monotone and holding a dry edge to them.  "I've always been terrible at acting, unfortunately."  She decided to gather up the thugs in her magic, a sphere forming around them and lifting them into the air.  "Tell me; is there some sort of organization or government office I can bring these idiots to?"