Posted 15 June 2012 - 10:09 AM
She lay there delirious with pain as she tried to recover, slowly getting back to her feet. The powerful energy being was long gone have left her for dead in the street. Around her though the city was burning, the riot was growing. She cracked a wicked smile as she turned around and saw the beaten, bruised trenchcoat figure in front of her.
"Looks like you've had a rough night" she said.
"You don't know the half of it."
"It's fine, I like it rough."
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