<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Diamondback_Portrait2.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Rachel Leighton<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Diamondback<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  None<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Tokyo<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Blade and Tony Stark<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Diamond tipped Throwing knives appeared in Rachel’s hands when Blade angrily made his entrance.  At first she thought he was just another of these goons tearing the ass out of Tokyo, but she recognized the name once Tony said it.  So this was Blade?  She looked the angry, bloody and violent man up and down.  She knew the rep.  He was a merc, too, of a sorts.  A Vampire slayer and all around badass that you did not want to mess with. He made up his own rules and didn’t stop until his mission was accomplished.   Thankfully she and tall, dark and fangy worked in different circles.  He was not the kind of guy you wanted to be on the opposite side of.  That was the rep anyway.<br/><br/><em> ‘Hmm, I thought he would be taller.’</em><br/><br/>She gave a little shrug at his harsh commentary.  Only the fact that Tony gave him the key to his little kingdom made the bad man necessary.  Well that and by the looks of things having associates in numbers that were good at killing things was a definite plus.<br/><br/>While Tony launched himself into the fray Rachel looked over at the intense vampire and raised eye eyebrow.  “Think you can keep up?” She asks not caring at the moment what direction the compass was pointed.  What mattered was that they go in a direction other than the one Tony was taking.  He was risking himself so that the two of them could escape.  Maybe he wasn’t as much of a jerk as Steve made him out to be.<br/><br/>The hiss of retros firing and the crunch of fragmented asphalt announce the arrival of a couple of Apocalypse’s shock troops. “Time to go.” She suggested to her deadly companion and nonchalantly tosses a smoke grenade to the ground.  With a loud thump the street was is covered in a dense cloud.  Not bothering wait any longer she sprinted towards the blown out lobby of the nearest building and leaps through the opening formally occupied by a window.  Legs pumping she keeps low as she runs so she does not present an easy target.  In no time she is out the other side of the building and into another section of the warzone.  It wouldn’t be hard for those jump jets to clear the smoke cloud, but they would have to guess which direction she (they) went and that would be all the time Rachel needed to disappear into the streets of downtown Tokyo.<br/>