[b]'Anne'[/b]

The blonde frowned, dropping the thug like a sack of potatoes and leaving him pale and groaning. Great, just great: of all the random out-of-the-way alleys this badly dressed joker could have stumbled into, he picked the one that had a feeding vampire there.

Then he went and ignored that fact entirely in order to focus on the highly specific idea that, looking much younger than they were, the two girls should have been in school. It would have been amusing if not for how incomprehensibly stupid such a question was, given the scenario he'd wandered into. Unlike Charlotte, she didn't feel like getting involved--and left in as efficient as manner as possible.

The blonde's form, complete with everything she was holding, expanded and faded into a cloud of mist, one that promptly coalesced on a rooftop, parasol pointed to the sun. Just because she wasn't getting involved, she wasn't going to miss out on watching him deal with the witch.

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[b]Spartan[/b]

The thrown-away revving motorbike, due to the skill of its rider, actually landed on its wheels... even if the tires were shredded as they slid across the ground. That, Allegra felt, was going to be the sort of cost that [i]she[/i] had to pay. At least if the whole motorbike was wrecked she could rely on the IJF to replace it. It meant that she needed to find a new weapon, though... and nothing around here was looking any good for that. Sure, there was a bit of lamppost but that would mean throwing herself in the way of an HGV.

Then there was the demonic girl's annoyingly high resilience to deal with; Allegra's normal tactics would be no more than a child's playing around if she could take a motorbike so calmly. It was a good thing that the handgun she carried was a backup [i]precisely[/i] to deal with things that bits of the scenery and sharp blades were useless against. 

It was big. It was heavy. It had an inscription on the side. But all of that was nothing against its main draw: the bullets it fired were better classified as for use with rifles... against armoured vehicles. Oh, sure, the handgun meant less velocity and less range but neither of those were what gave it its [i]real[/i] kick. Piercing through armour was nice, but this? The bullets were small explosives.

So the girl turned up her music a bit louder, took aim at the wannabe supervillain walking away, and fired. With that sort of resilience, she didn't have to worry about accidentally killing. In this particular case, immobilisation was the aim: Allegra ignored all conventional logic about firing at the centre of mass, and happily aimed at the back of her enemy's knees. That ought to keep her still so the knight could finish this thing.