[It's been a conspicuously quiet day, or more accurately, a day where Kate doesn't have any actual cases. A day that means she's going to be even more broke than usual, so she's roaming the streets, putting up some oh so well designed flyers with her bow in hand, desperate for something to do. Salvation comes in the form of yet another mugging, a scenario Kate is used to. The victim is more of a surprise—he looks younger than her and completely oblivious to his situation. Anyone that small who didn't have a weapon on them would just give up their stuff if they were smart, but this guy looks like he doesn't realize his attacker is about to put a knife through his eye socket.
Kate nocks an arrow, draws, and releases in one smooth motion, just barely grazing the head of the man holding Meliodas. The arrow thunks into the wall of the building behind them, but it has its intended effect—he stumbles back, surprised, as Kate nocks another arrow.]
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Kate nocks an arrow, draws, and releases in one smooth motion, just barely grazing the head of the man holding Meliodas. The arrow thunks into the wall of the building behind them, but it has its intended effect—he stumbles back, surprised, as Kate nocks another arrow.]
Punching down today, boys?