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[color=b71d5d]Location:[/color] The street outside George Washington University's Lisner Auditorium
[color=b71d5d]Skills:[/color] Boxing & Electrokinsis 
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Andy hated being touched. It didn't help when the person doing the touching was a Purifier. She hated anyone who aligned themselves as such. He was on top of her punching her. That was bad for him. She let her electricity zap him, and he stopped moving. Andy had nightmares of killing people. She suspected today would be added to the litany of dreams, but for the first time, it felt like she had a purpose. Purifiers got to choose to be like this. They decided to hurt and kill people who had been doing nothing. It was time to stand up and fight back.

Andy looked around, assessing the current chaos around her. The girl with green hair had a sword, which was cool. There were seven of the purifiers left, and the cops were gone. That was good. Screw the police; they tended to take kids and put them back into places she hated being, like foster homes or special schools. And those were the nice ones. At least this meant she could focus on the Purifiers. 

One of the mutants that had been sitting behind her had been shot in the throat. Andy couldn't help him. She had no first aid ability or way to fix it. Wishing didn't change anything, it wouldn't help the guy, but the next best thing would be taking out the guys who hurt him. Andy moved and punched one of the Purifiers, electricity crackling as she did. He dropped too. That was now four Purifier's she had taken down. They were dead, or their brains were rewired, and they would have a massive headache for the next week. 

Andy turned and focused on the other guy. She swung a left hook, but it missed. Surprised, and a little miffed, Andy swung again, this time going for a right uppercut. He stepped back, and she missed again. [color=b71d5d]"My father would have called you talented. I call you a dick. You choose to hurt people. You choose to be a dick."[/color] She, of course, didn't mean her biological father, she didn't remember him if she had ever met the man. She meant Jamie, sweet kind Jamie, who had taken in a street kid so she didn't freeze to death in the alley behind his shop.