Julie remained in her stance, the Purple dragons charging at her. Even with the alcohol still in her system, these guys were no match for her. As they swung their weapons at her, a quick shift of her weight and a turn, she dodges them, using the same momentum to strike the nearest Purple Dragon. The adrenalin coursing through her veins was all the more powerful, being mixed with the alcohol still fresh in her system, nearly giving her an intense high that she lives for.
She know's she's lucky; if she's stayed at the bar any longer, she would of been too drunk to ride anywhere, let alone fight cohesively. She's just buzzed enough to let the adrenalin completely overtake her, and not feel as guilty to land heavy, powerful punches at these goon's faces, guts, and sides. Guilt is a complex feeling for her. It reassures her that she has some humanity still left. But, she also detests it, making her want to drink more shots of vodka to numb the same feeling that reassures her she's not an evil bitch.
Beside, she's doing them a favor. As one of them looses his weapon, and tries to throw a punch at her, she catches his punch, and ducks, pulling him down and forward, right into the metal pipe that another was swinging to hit her, hitting HIM in the face instead, a splurt of blood flying out of his nose and mouth. She swore, she saw a tooth flying as well. Sweep-kicking to trip the metal-pipe wielding idiot that just hit his own team member, she made sure she injured them enough, so they would be hospitalized for some time. They think they can handle being Purple Dragons? They think it's going to be all fun and games, breaking shit and bullying people around? They think this will give them a sense of family they're otherwise too stupid to realize they already have, just because their parents are too strict, or some bullshit like that?
Julie may be savage, but this beating is nothing, compared to what's in their future, if they stay. She stands over them, their curled, writhing bodies collapsed around her, groaning in pain, one not moving at all, but breathing shallowly, probably having a few fractured, or broken ribs that was limiting his breathing. Her knuckles were raw, splattered with blood, fists still clenching tightly, chest heaving heavily, catching her breath. The adrenaline was leaving her system, leaving her feeling empty. Depleted. The animalistic look in her eye was fading away, as guilt started to settle into the empty space left behind. Her fists unclenched, and she looked down at her hands, staring at the blood on her knuckles, turning her hands over to look at her palms, spotting the indents left from her nails digging into her hand from how tightly she was clenching her fists. " Fuck..." She muttered to herself angerly.
A shadow pasted over from above her, causing her to look up. Eyes widening, she found herself surrounded by Foot Ninjas, a dozen of them lurched on the rooftops, and a dozen more standing around her. " ...Double fuck."
-Earlier-
She didn't seem to have a specific style of fighting. Not one that Raph could recognize, at least. Right when he see's her using a ninjitsu move, she either switches, or improvises a different move. Most of the time, it just looks like she was swinging and punching wildly, beating the Purple Dragons with sheer force. Every punch and kick that lands, he could see and feel the impact. This woman that Hun is after, has the potential to kill anyone with her brute force.
And yet, she doesn't. Raphael can see her restraining herself. Even with that look in her eye, the kind predators have when they are going in for the kill, there's a strain in her muscles, holding her full power back. There's a type of focus she has with her strikes, aiming to take them down, instead of killing, hitting at the arms to disable them. There was a few times when Raphael was ready to leap in and stop her, but he felt he needed to watch longer. Who is she? Where the fuck did she come from?
When the fight was over, and she started to whine down, he could see another look in her eyes that he is all too familiar with. The same look he's gotten the time he nearly killed his own brother. The reassuring guilt overwhelming her, giving him reason to at least give her the benefit of the doubt.
He watched for a moment longer, seeing the bloodied blonde curse at herself, right as he felt a presence that caused him to hide deeper in the shadows, right as many black figures surround her.
The Foot is involved now?! He thought to himself. Dat's it, no more lady watching.
A few Dragon Newbies, she has no problems with, even when she is buzzed. A few dozen, experienced, stealthy foot ninjas? That's a completely different story. Her energy was already low from her fight earlier, but she still braces herself for another fight. Julie still couldn't help but mentally curse at her brother.Godfucking damnit, Hun. She thought, the ninjas all suddenly moving forward, like a giant black wave. There was a brief moment of panic, that caused her to brace for the impact, and flinch, shutting her eyes for a moment.
But, she felt nothing. She heard a voice, a deep, gruff, almost growling shout, followed by the sound of fists hitting flesh, and metal clanging. Opening her eyes, she got the shock of her life as she watched a single, giant, humanoid turtle, impressively beating the living shit out of the Foot Ninjas.
Hun's told her all about them. There is not a minute that goes by that he doesn't shut up about wanting to mound their heads onto his master's walls. But, the year these turtles surfaced into the Purple Dragon, and Foot Ninja plan, she was away in California on a personal quest. By the time she came back, there was already a full on war against them.
Even so, she's never actually seen them in person, only hearing about them through hun, and those who survived their beatings. In all honesty, she thought these were just some vigilante dumbasses, who get off by dealing whatever skewed view of Justice they have, while dressed in turtle costumes. But, as she watches this one, with the red Bandanna, (Damnit, which one was it? something Italian sounding.)Muscles tensed and straining with ths powerful strikes of his sais, the sound of Ninja stars and weapons thunking against his hard shell, the same, beastly look in his eyes that she gets when fighting, she realized he was all too real.
Her observation was cut short, as several Ninjas tried to grab her, and take off with her, while the Turtle was distracted. Growling angerly, she ducked out of the way, rolling towards her back pack that she dropped earlier, during her first fight. When she reached it, all she could do is duck, roll, and avoid the ninjas as much as she could, reaching into her bag to find her fall-back weapon. In one swift motion, she pulled out her Beretta M9, shooting several rounds at the nearest Foot ninjas, causing them to shout out in pain, the others who saw her shoot backed away. At the sound of the shots, the Turtle looked up from his fight, eyes widened in surprised that she was carrying a firearm. Julie doesn't normally resort to using her Beretta M9. It is too loud, bullets could be found and traced back to her, and it draws too much attention. But, when the scales of a fight is heavily tilted against her, it sure does even the fucking odds.
With the woman having a firearm, the Foot seemed to turn their attention to the Turtle now. They must want to have some success in their mission, and destroying one of the turtles would spare them from facing their Master's wrath. The turtle continued battling on bravely, but he was starting to feel his energy nearly deplete completely, his sluggish movements allowing one of the Foot to kick him across the face, knocking him across the ground and into a pile of trash. Groaning, he tried to look up, his vision momentarily blurry because of the hard kick. He could see multiple black blurs rushing towards him, Blinking his eyes to try to see clearer. The black blurs were suddenly attacked by a black, tan, and blond-tipped blur. He could hear the familiar sounds of blows impacting on flesh, and gunshots, the black blurrs being knocked away, the rest disappearing and running away.
After one more blink, his vision became clear, but he found himself staring right into the barrel of a gun.
Raphael's eyes followed the barrel of the gun, up to the arm of it's shooter, until his eyes met with the blazing blue eyes of the blond woman he's been tracking all night. Her glare was intense, almost more intimidating than the gun. He couldn't pull his eyes away from hers.
As a ninja, Raphael's got the skill to easily disarm her. One quick, fast motion, and he can have her on her back, gun knocked off her hand, and sliding away across the dirty ground. Yet, he found himself frozen, glaring back at her intensely, daring her to pull the trigger.
What are ya waiting for? He thought, amber eyes blazing, unable to find his own voice to speak. C'mon, you bitch. Just try ta shoot me.
One shot. That's all it takes. One shot, and Hun will shut up forever about this particular turtle. She can probably have him off her back for a while if she did. A new found freedom is awaiting her, if she just takes this turtle out. Fuck, that would be amazing.
Yet, she can't do it. Her finger is on the trigger, she's still got at least 3 bullets left in the chamber, gun locked and ready to shoot hot lead right into the head of this reptilian creature, and end his miserable life. Gritting her teeth, she tried to command her finger to pull. But, it just froze in place.
She stared into his eyes. He was taunting her, daring her to do it. She wants to wipe that look off his smug, stupid face more than anything, but her arm shakes, unresponsive. Slowly, she realizes why.
It's that damn guilt again, clawing away at her consciousness.
This guy just risked his life trying to protect her from the Foot, without having any clue of what she is. Her Purple Dragon Tattoo on her back was well covered by the black tank top she's wearing, so to him, she's just another civilian in danger. He does this every fucking day, and you are willing to kill him for a goddamn vacation?
"...GODFUCKINGDAMNIT." she cursed through gritted teeth, pulling the gun back, releasing the chamber with the three remaining bullets, and letting it drop onto the floor, before stuffing the gun back into her back pack. Fuck this fucking guilt. she mentally growled at herself, as she left the turtle, making her way to her Motorcycle once more. Now, she has no choice but to go to Hun. If he's requesting the Foot to find her, he's not dealing with her Bullshit.
A part of Raphael was preparing to leap, or attack, in case she does shoot. But, instead, she drops curses, and drops the bullets, turning to walk away from him. He was more confused now than before...
She could of killed him then and there. Why didn't she? Does she have pity on him? Is this some pathetic sign of mercy?
" Where are you going?" He demanded to know, trying to stand, but groaning in pain from the soreness of his muscles. The only response he got from her, was an angry " Piss Off."
His thoughts went straight down the path that made it seem she was jabbing at his pride, walking away, as if he wasn't even worth the goddamn bullet. Ignoring the soreness in his body, he stood up, and ran towards her. " Hey, come back, you bitch!" He shouted, grabbing at her shoulders. " I'm not done with-!""
The world spinned. He first saw her grab at his hand that was on her shoulder, then there was a fast blur, the back of his shell hitting something so hard, it knocked the air right out of him. Eyes wide, he was staring up at the sky, inhaling sharply, painfully. It took him moments to realize this woman has flung him over her shoulder, and slammed him onto the ground with such tremendous force, the ground underneath him formed new cracks. She stood up over him again, blue eyes glaring daggers down at him.
" I said... Piss. Off." She growled threateningly. Raphael was unable to move this time, only able to turn his head and watch her climb onto her motorcycle. Black helmet on, the rev of the engine bringing the motorcycle to life, she zoomed off into the night, gone from his sight in seconds.
It took 10 minutes for the feeling of his body to come back enough for him to call Casey to help him back to the lair, and another 10 for his friend to arrive. During that time, he tried to make sense about what the fuck just happened. And, how is he going to explain this to Casey, without him making fun of the fact that he's just got his shell handed to him by a girl.
-TBC-
