[War is messy, war is cruel, and war is fucked up, but Kara has never seen someone slide themselves sideways off a sword. It turns her stomach, color draining from her face even as her grip tightens on the hilt of an incredibly bloody sword.
Whatever this thing is, it's not natural, and Kara knows that if she stays, she won't survive this encounter.
The crowd has dispersed, most people sensible enough to avoid the violence between Kara and Giovanni, and she doesn't need to fight for the sake of it, with no one left to protect. With a hard pull, Kara yanks the sword out of the concrete and launches herself back in the air, landing roughly on a nearby rooftop.
She spares a backwards glance at Giovanni, just to make sure he isn't following, before fleeing.]
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Whatever this thing is, it's not natural, and Kara knows that if she stays, she won't survive this encounter.
The crowd has dispersed, most people sensible enough to avoid the violence between Kara and Giovanni, and she doesn't need to fight for the sake of it, with no one left to protect. With a hard pull, Kara yanks the sword out of the concrete and launches herself back in the air, landing roughly on a nearby rooftop.
She spares a backwards glance at Giovanni, just to make sure he isn't following, before fleeing.]