Sight stood there, her back faced to a group of Police Officers with their guns drawn. She narrowed her eyes and flared her nose. "Pitiful." She muttered through clenched teeth, their guns cocked and bullets fired.

To the Police surprise, the bullets were caught easily and then dropped on the ground as if they were nothing. That's when she reached out with her shadow hand, snatching the guns out of their hands and turning it on them. There was one shadow hand and then there were several, all holding and pointing a gun at each of it's previous owner.

"Bang." She smirked, the guns fired rapidly into their bodies, tearing through and leaving them lifeless on the ground. Blood ran across the concrete, pools of it, some leaking into the sewer drain.

People frantically ran about, some trying to be heroes and failing miserably. Attention was what she wanted and attention was what she will damn well get.

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[I am active in several role-plays at the moment and have room under my belt for plenty more. I enjoy any type and can create a character for many of them. Need something to keep my imagination in check, Heh.]