SHE'S seen it a dozen times. Probably more, if she cared enough to keep count but when she's settled on her hunting grounds she can't exactly afford to give a shit about every single person who gets hurt. Happens a lot in this district, too. Crouched above the ghetto rooftops she waits. It's only a single person that she needs; she has no reasons to have two but if that happens she'd have to kill both, if she was found out. Which was annoying, given that those goddamn scientists had messed with her system somehow. Shame she's not as strong as she used to be.
But the girl she spots walking down the wrong path immediately gets followed by another: a creepy-ass bastard moving in to do whatever the fuck his inclinations tell him to, or maybe he was drunk. She thinks to move on to another target just because the guy's probably old, creepy, and drunken old man meat is pretty gross, but the sudden flapping of wings from above sets her on edge. Drives her to act immediately, a frustrated breath escaping her lips as she dives down toward the man who's got his hand on the girl's arm. Leaping down toward his back she brings him to the ground, a punch to follow her weight, earning a grunt but before the guy's able to yell out obscenities that she's grown used to expecting.
"What the--" So maybe it's the third brutal punch to his neck that gets him to shut up and die, and she's able to tell that he is when he ceases to move, pupils halting in motion the next second. It's strange to kill someone without bloodshed, but just as she'd begun to read and study for its necessity, it was definitely possible. Until she gets her strength back, a single punch can't dismember human body parts as quickly as before.
And she exhales, standing and raising her head to the girl she'd unintentionally freed. She looks about the same age as her. Can't exactly drag this body away and eat it in her presence just yet, though.
