[b]The Once and Future King[/b]

Lethal methods... King was, of course, quite used to even the most heroic combat ending in the death of her enemy. However, that was not how today's superheroes did it. If she was to be a Knight of the World, she would have to strive for today's perception of honor and heroism. And that meant not killing her enemies unless it was absolutely necessary. Even if this girl appeared afflicted with demonic possession, that did not mean she needed to kill her. It was not as if there was no way to dispel the hold of a demon. However, it seemed as if the bullets had done little to harm the girl. It would indeed take more, and King raised the shimmering and ethereal Excalibur as she began her charge.

However, she was stopped in her attack when she heard something careening at her from the left! Her head snapping around, she saw the massive truck looming over her. There was no driver, it must have been sent on a collision course by some other force... With no real time to dodge, King did something far more simple. Thrusting her shoulder down and forward, she prepared for impact.

The truck slammed into her, rocking her entire body. Her armored feet ground against the asphalt, even as she braced herself, casting up sparks as she was pushed backwards. The front of the vehicle violently dented inwards upon hitting her shoulder. However... the Truck slowed at the resistance, and completely came to a halt. It hadn't exactly been comfortable, but King had sustained no physical injury due to the protection of her armor.

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[b]Charlotte Dyer[/b]

... Oh, great. Some random guy had stumbled onto them. Really, he couldn't have picked a less awkward time, what with 'Anne's' feeding and all. He'd probably think it was going to kill the thug or something. As if vampires didn't know how much it took to be lethal. But no, he seemed to, well... not be too concerned about that at all. Maybe her just thought 'Anne' had hurt herself or something. That hardly explained all the unconscious guys and the one with fang marks in his neck, but whatever. Charlotte reached up to adjust her witch hat. He seemed to, against all current logic, assume that they were regular schoolgirls. Well, that was useful.

The tiny witch shrugged.

"They all fell down, mister..." she said, trying to sound as confused as possible. Even if this had a miniscule chance of working, it would be fun to mess with this guy, "... Why do you look like a knight who didn't get up early enough?"

That remark was hard to keep in. Seriously, that poorly-fitting body armor, the shield, the motorcycle helmet... that shield seemed pretty weird, come to think of it...