the battle front || kat & henri
Her hands are white knuckled, gripping around Kat’s lithe forearm. They press closer and closer agains the spectre that was Captain Charles Covington. The blood in her veins burned like battery acid, igniting every nerve ending within her body. The man hiding behind a corps of National Guard and Police unsure of whom they were serving, quickly became a target of the former Mayor’s vitriol, and Henri wanted nothing more than to meet the man face to face; eyes staring daggers through one another. Through viscera and bone.
She feels Kat gripping back; the unlikeliest of allies, once ideological adversaries, they now stood side by side, on a united front. Both possessed the same singular goal: winning back the city they’d lost to an uncontrollable ambition clouded by ego and greed.
Ahead of them, however, stood a human barricade dressed in riot gear; shields and guns trained in their general direction, and though everyone within their immediate vicinity donned the titular masks of The Nameless, Henri did nothing of the sort. She wanted those police officers to see her face, and oh did they ever. They revulsed upon the recognition. To see the pain they’d wrought upon a figure they’d once held in the highest regard, but quickly cast aside upon learning that only one facet of their life happened to be different.
Motherfuckers.
Henri’s lips curled into a snarl as they drew closer. She was the Switch that successfully ran the city. The one who proved the naysayers wrong. And she braced herself for the tear gas canisters now hurtling through the air, about to land directly on top of them.
