When faced with a situation of skewed odds, where her normal method of punching through her opponents failed to present itself, did the veteran of combat choose to run? Even as they slipped out of every hold, their will to move outshining the brawling huntress's own to put him down, did she choose to back down? As her breath turned ragged and heavy, her fists split and bleeding, as the edge of consciousness crept further inward, did that woman allow herself to fall on any terms but her own?
The first strike had sent him backwards with a startle, the second he could only just push to the side. Then there was a third taking advantage of his poor footwork. Another that struck his meagre guard, and still more blows wreathed in arcane power shot forward in a blur from little more then Cheyenne's own killer instincts. One could barely tell if the flashes of light were from the storm above or the one here on the ground. In the end, two opponents stood facing each other. Both refused to fall. Standing tall and proud from the raw power of their own spirit. Yet while one had their arms parted in a broken guard, the other's first was planted firmly in the center of her opponent's chest.
Neither one reacted to the rain swelling in intensity, water pouring around their forms as if they were Greek fountains. Combat lingered for several seconds following, a vampire peppered by bullets while his feline friend dashed in the storm's shadow, all the while a mysterious force from above tore away at the remaining thugs.
It was when the blonde markswoman finally had her tool of choice torn from her hands that she finally took notice of the silent behemoths standing tall over the battlefield.
"H-holy shite! Barricade is out cold!"
Clad in leather and attitude, the girl who was in charge of this whole thing took a hard look at her situation and did the wisest thing she could think of. She tried to run. If her opponents weren't supernatural monsters of strength and skill, she might've even made it ten feet.
In the end the team is left with two conscious criminals bound by whatever was on hand, and a half-dozen others slumped together in a pile out of the gutter to prevent drowning.
Chyenne and her own opponent continued to remain as they were, stuck in the final decisive blow of their combat.
GM:A far more thrilling fight then I expected! You've taken your fair share of cuts and bruises, and one of you is actually KO'd. Everyone, take an HP back as a reward. Cheyenne, you earn an extra for that awesome finish, and Felix you earn one due to your complication.