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Bitter cold sank into the brow of the scarlet haired assassin as the outlaw knew blades weren't about to be sheathed. her body froze in place a mannequin likely to go nowhere, at least initially this was the case at least. Then came the warden his tools of disarmament looked to fling the various weapons of the dragon aside. Her grip was a vice though by default and her frozen status only made that more the case. In addition favoring blades there was a surplus of throwing knives bound to her, as such Taylor struck the wall alongside her weapons. Then came the nannies, slipped into her drink apparently when they'd met. And that was the most insulting of moves to the dragon, born to fight cheep tricks like poison or deception in combat or particularly outside of it got under her skin. All from an apparent comrade no less, small machines looking to keep her immobile and powerless. Then they looked to flow from her body like sweat to imprison her in an expanding tomb of high grade metals.
Taylor wasn't superhuman though, rather blessed. A valkyrie sought to ensure the warrior could live and fight this wasn't biological or something the nanites could halt in their technological innovation. Instead of poring from her pores Dragonfang vomited as a silver fluid dripped off her lips from a violent rejection. Glaring at the warden the dragon addressed him with a crystal clear disdain. "And restraining a companion, putting something in their drink feels like the dishonored actions of a coward. Or worse like the men who cant manage a half decent pick up line." Drawing a knife the dragon flung it toward the glass pane showing the Chicago horizon. Incorporeal and non existent for a brief second the blade passed through the air. Then it solidified within the glass and the window immediately shatters apart, rising to her feet the dragon dashes for the window and jumps free.
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Spinning within the air hands grip the scaffolding iron bars bending from the force as the killer slings herself through the window of a few floors below the one she'd been on. Rolling to her feet, no longer wanting to here the lectures and chatter of comms of a dysfunctional team Taylor slips a set of headphones into her ears. Shoulder checking a door the dragon enters the stairway she knew the target would have gone for. Where the outlaw would meet him likely once more trying to show nonlethal dominance. In a world where even if the mafioso just had a name he could make prison life a kingdom in the least. The justice system didn't work, and so like the predator the dragon was Taylor gave chase. Jumping down sets of stairs, riding down the railings of other sets and covering the gap in distance as swiftly as she could. As she got lower and lower the sound of voices and panting guards could be heard. They were trying to catch up to the boss and outlaw unfit do to their comfortability of unchallenged dominion. That challenge did come however now as the dragon made her second to last jump down the stairs.
Two sets of heels collided with a mobster's left temple, his right was driven into the wall a carmine splatter and crack marking the sight of impact. Dropping to her back the dragon briefly fell down the stairs, but she was quick to right herself so that her blades could find the feet of remaining mobsters. Parting feet from legs a pair of guards fell in pain, and the dragon rose once more pouncing down the last set of stairs. Her blood stained blades looking to sink into Salvatore's nape. A cold mist came off her body from the attempt to freeze her, her throat burned from the metal she'd purged from her body. Taylor's back stung from the impact to the wall, arms ached from the sudden stop of her free fall, legs quivered from the various impacts, and her body felt like it should be laced with the stings of glass. Phantom pains of her actually unscathed figure. The dragon's eyes were a jade tempest though, as the beast's of war was thunderously racing. Thrill of combat a greater drug then the killer had ever found. "Do we have a problem? Cause I'm not here to play warden or sheriff, executioner is the only role."
It was still a few hours to go before the raid on the Chicago mob. And in typical devil may care fashion the dragon was relaxing in a park simply waiting for time to pass. A knife stuck from her bag and a smoothie was close by and tragically half empty. From the corner of her eye though Taylor spotted a person of note. Something told her there was more to the figure then was let on. So jade eyes watched to see if the mysterious woman was somebody worth getting to know.
"That is just asking for trouble. I hope they don't mind making repairs to those afterwards on a regular basis." Although no longer necessarily the party girl of Gothic everything about her still came off as that kind of style. The vigilante adventures were now her parties is all, no longer a bird in a nest playing with the others she was a dragon out to hunt. Dominating the combat scene a greater high then any questionable substance. "Enough business though huh? Hows the other life, ya scoring with a hatchling? Kicking anyones ass? So much more to living then the paper work and acquiring tech companies."
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Distractions came both in expertise and mass, though in hindsight Taylor thought perhaps it had been to much. It was almost to good, to precise. And so the dragon worried that perhaps she'd find herself in a hornets nest. Sure what were hornets to a dragon, but the fight was best escalating on the teams terms then the mafias. Loud music blared and an engine roared as a car sped by. Nearly everyone on the upper floors went silent at once, although that was hard to spot as nearly all communications went dark. It was rewarding to know she was collaborating with people of such expertise, now she just had to play things cool.
Sitting on the bar the daughter of a convicted felon mixed drinks and socialized directing focus of those around her away from the buildings situation. Directly beside her was a veteran of the mob, a scar along his jaw told of his time in the business when it was far more hard. With hair greying and eyes sagging she could tell he was old school. As such she slid a paper and pen his way. "Mind if I get what info out of you that I can. Might go nowhere with it but I'm ambitious I'm sure you know what that's like." The scar he wore told her he knew the expansive plays of the newcomer well. Although rambling on about how cautious she should be he obliged leaking info for the dragon to use at a later time. Things went south however when one of the uzi holding thugs at the door checked his phone.
"Oh f--k me, my girl just said she couldn't buy balloons for tonight." Potentially offensive jokes made at the thugs expense. About his size and his girl and so on but he refused to laugh. "Maybe it'd be funny if my bank didn't just drop to zero." Taylor sighed, as the rest went to check their phones in a paranoid reaction. Suspect of Taylor or not she didn't want to be in this room any longer now. Unsheathing a pair of kurkri the dragon lashed out swift and brutal.
Fluid movement and the veteran's heart was split in half. Respectfully she chose to end him fist and without a moment of pain. Rising into a crouch the dragon lunged of the bar stand, then off the couch in the center of the room. Making it to the guard in front of the door before he'd time to react. Her blade sank into his spine, causing him to slump before the door and hold it closed. The dragon already in motion as a man reached for his gun, an upward swing and his hand was set free from the arm. A thrust in perfect harmony of the earlier swing ruptured the lung. Stepping onto the couch once more led to her boot colliding with another, guards temple. As the two fell the dragon's blades found a home within the abdomen when she pulled the blade free in a twist it spelled the end. One thug was left however and cold iron was felt against the dragon's head.
A click and then a boom and the sound reverberated against Taylor's skull. Thankfully the gun wasn't as load as conventional gunfire thanks to the point blank range. However despite it all Taylor was still standing "you know that was rude right?" She jests as her blade rotates in her hand and in a backwards thrust splits open the leg and sartorius muscle. Bleeding out the assailant falls and the easy going Taylor moves to the bar once more. Wiping blades clean and washing her hands she grabs her smoothie that had just finished blending and takes a moment to also grab a four pack from the fridge. Locking the door and moving to the elevator Taylor greets the rest of the team ready for the next few floors to come. "Sup, want one? Its all they had so sorry if its not to your liking." Taylor pitching her offer as she savored her smoothie shed thankfully made at the bar before things escalated.
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