[right][h2][sup][i][color=f07560]Knight[/color][/i][/sup][/h2][i]Rosaline Buckner[/i]
[i]Battle in Dorchester[/i][/right]

Seeing how nobody had spoken and they stood still, Knight continued.

[color=f07560]‘Now, where was I? Right. [i]Fuck you[/i].’[/color] She glared at Sickle-Cell.

[color=f07560]‘You don’t get to claim we’re unheroic, that we don’t act. My team’s here to defend what we can, [i]right now[/i]. We’re all the Protectorate could spare right now, and we STILL went to try to apprehend as many of the thugs as we could in this extremely dangerous situation. We were sent to just precisely clean up part of that exact filth you’re talking about, through legal apprehensions and then letting the judge and jury sort them out with justice. The filth that you just [i]brutally murdered[/i], denying them any and all chances of being properly judged. Your [i]”justice”[/i] is [i]unjust in nature[/i], judging all criminals the same! There are reasons why we [i]don’t, tolerate, killing[/i]!’[/color] Her voice held deep hostility, along with the anger at what he had just caused her.

[color=f07560]‘My decision to let you walk stems entirely from concern for the Wards under my charge. You said it yourself, we’re not equipped to confidently deal with you at this moment. Given the choice, I am not willing to wager their lives for the [i]possibility[/i] that we [i]might[/i] be able to take out a threat like yourself. I’d rather see them live and be able to help the city for many days to come, making the city a better place in the long-term. You don’t get to judge us, you don’t get to strip our titles as heroes. We’re just trying to stay alive, damn it, while also doing some good to the world. Besides, I’d rather see them risking their lives against [i]actual villains[/i] rather than [i]misguided vigilantes[/i].’[/color] She spoke this next part in a slightly more relaxed tone, but still bleeding with hostility.

[color=f07560]‘So no. We’re not going to fight you. You’re too pitiful to waste our lives on, if you think we actually take into account the wealth of the people we’re trying to defend. I’m thankful for every life you’ve actually managed to save, [i]but for the love of all[/i], stop targeting the Protectorate or the PRT, we’re trying to help. Stop killing when you do your justice, and I might actually start respecting you. But right now, I can but see you as a feeble-minded psycho who uses the word “justice” for self-gratification when he’s really just a common murderer going after what he views as “acceptable targets”. Fighting you at this point would only serve to validate your miserable existence in your eyes.’[/color] She said, glaring at him.

[color=f07560]‘Gestalt. Septima. Anomaly. Let’s go see if there’s anyone we can actually help, or otherwise arrest. Not that this depressing man isn’t [i]desperately in need of help[/i], we’re just not suited for providing it.’[/color] She said, and then dashed for wherever looked like people might need her. If there still was any fighting (except for Maryland/Vegas) or gang-members around, she’d go for them. Otherwise, she’d go see if there were any injured she could attempt helping. If the path happened to take her close to Sickle-Cell, so be it, she’d just dash past him. She’d let the wall by Iron Fist vanish, giving him a slight apologetic look, but headed on. She’d completely ignore Sickle-Cell, UNLESS he started moving to hurt again. 

[i]immediately concerned:[/i] [@Sickle-cell][@Banana][@POOHEAD189]
[i]locally concerned:[/i] [@DracoLunaris][@Kiddo][@knifeman]