Stealth 18<br/><br/>Jenifer groaned very softly at the sight of the three thugs packing the lethal heat in her protectorate.<br/><br/><i>Damnation!  Where the hell did they get that kind of firepower?</i><br/><br/>She moved softly and smoothly to peer around the corner and study the over-armed punks closely.<br/><br/>She wasn't usualy inclined to foul languege.  Indeed, Megumi could testify that she'd taken a gut shot without a curse passing her lips.<br/><br/>But now...<i>Fuck!  This isn't my conern, but...  <br/><br/>But I've seen Spider Man same as anyone else!  I know what'll bloody happen if I let them leave this alley...  <br/><br/>Fuck!</i><br/><br/>She wanted to dial 911, but knew her cell phone's dial tone was too loud, so instead she hopped the fence, ran through a backyard, and paused oposite the trashcan where she could hear the punks gearing up.<br/><br/>The curses were gone now.  "Ares," the blonde subvocalized, "God of War, I plege to thee my soul, my life, my lust.  Lend me your power."<br/><br/>Ares's favoured priests were gay men, some said, but she wasn't excactly a priest, now was she?  At least, not if the dark, olive skinned man who came to her dreams to teach her passions her body had never known in the waking world were any indicator.<br/><br/>She made an ancient symbol over her womb, then her heart, then her lips, then drew a sword of crackling red energy from the air bwith a gesture before her brow.<br/><br/>No more time.<br/><br/>She ran up the inside of the fence and over, leapt to the trash barel from there, and from there dropped on the nearest thug with a classical overhead chop.