Baltimore, Thursday Night

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Banzai leapt over the edge of the building, pausing for a moment on one hand to let her quarry move into position, and then shifted her weight a fraction of an inch to let gravity take over. Freefall. A moment when she was almost flying, albeit in one direction. Hurtling four stories to the ground and loving every minute of it. She makes a noise only at the very last moment, turning her quarry's face up to hers. His expression is comical in its disbelief, which turns to pain a second later as she lands handsdown on his shoulders. If she really wanted to, she could probably dislocate his arms or maybe even break his collarbone. But that wasn't Banzai. She didn't like hurting people, not even scumbag drug dealers that liked to hit working girls.

The hitting women part really had her tempted, though. Just a little more pressure than usual and snap, crackle, pop. No more hitting people for him!

But she'd been Social Justice Warrior, not Social Vengeance Warrior, so she refrained. She hit him with just enough force to numb both his arms, forcing him to drop his briefcase with a gasp. From there, she flipped behind him, dropped low, and lashed out with her foot. He hit the ground with a cry and she kicked herself up into a standing position and dover for the briefcase, knocking it away from his grip.

That's when his three bodyguards decided to wise up and get involved.

They had guns, of course. Jerks like these always had guns. Fortunately, Kathy wasn't where they thought she'd be. She'd taken off just as soon as the briefcase had gone skittering into the shadows.

Spin kick. Hand spring. Cartwheel, backbend, roundhouse. Down went one of them. Hammer kick, vault, flying leap, gymnastic ribbons around his wrist and yank. Down went the second. Layout salto. Spin kick. Forward lunge. Spin kick.

And down went the third.

"Looks like it's just the two of us now," Banzai said, grinning at the dealer. "Do you wanna give up? Or let a little girl kick your ass, too?"

He whimpered and put his hands above his head.

Under her mask, Banzai grinned. God, she loved this.

[NFB. For anyone out in Baltimore, though thread with gunslingerpose comes last chronologically, please!]

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[beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com]

"I think it looks like you went easy on a guy who sinned against love. And sold drugs," Venus replied, heels clicking against the pavement as she stalked over. Her smile as she looked at dealer wasn't friendly. "You're lucky she found you first. I don't like people who abuse others and call it 'love.' That's not how you treat a lady."

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"He's going to jail," Banzai said, going to fetch the briefcase of guns and illegal drugs to place next to the dealer. "It's not my place to do more than that. I caught him, subdued him, and I'll contact the police. Punishing him is not my job."

[beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com]

"Sadly, the police don't care about crimes of the heart. Or even always assault," Venus said, giving the dealer her most intimidating stare from behind her mask. "Drugs, sure. The police are great about drugs! They like drugs!"

Beat.

"...That. Sounded wrong. But you know what I mean."

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Banzai nodded. "The fact that he hit that woman won't matter to them," she agreed with a heavy sigh. "Especially since she was a working girl. But, in the end, so long as he goes to jail, does it matter?"

[beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com]

"She's a person. I fail to see how her profession should have anything to do with it," she replied sourly. Venus had... opinions. On people who abused love and loyalty. Very very strong opinions, and was kinda wishing she could at least kick this guy in the shin. "At least pin a note on him about the assault. 'Drugs, assault of a civilian, and criminally bad taste.'"

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"Hey, now, I'm not disagreeing," Banzai said, holding her hands up slightly to show they had no quarrel. "If I thought she'd testify, I'd have her stay and give her report to the police themselves. But that wasn't the impression I got from her."

She'd shown up too late to prevent the beating, but when she'd stopped to console the victim, she'd been told to get away, to go find someone else to bother. And so she had, going after the man who'd harmed her and so many others through his wares.