savetheearth | Tenth feather

Who: Rakka Yoshitoshi and Raye Satterfield/Later on, Isaac and Miria
Where: Random Alleyway, Locke City/The Dians residence
What: Rakka has a run in with the mafia and then she gets saved.
When: August 3rd
Warnings: General violence, mafia shenanigans.

What a nice afternoon for a walk home. Rakka walked briskly down one of the downtown streets, trying to get back to the Dians household following a busy morning of looking up some information in the library. She'd cut though the streets and ended up going down an alleyway. It wasn't the best shortcut, or the first one she'd choose, but it would get her back to the Dians house faster. As she got farther in though, she found her shortcut was blocked by a man, standing in her way.

"....Uh..." Rakka stopped, confused. There weren't usually people here, why was someone here now? Rather than confront them, she decided to turn around and leave. The way, she found to her shock, was blocked by a few more men, each of them slowly advancing into the alleyway towards her. Confusion slowly mixed with fear, and Rakka backed away from them. "Ah.... what... who are you...?"

No reply. They just continued to advance.

Fear turned to panic, and Rakka continued to back away. "What do you want!?"

"To deliver a message." The man that had originally blocked her way replied, he too advanced on her, all of them trying to prevent Rakka from escaping. She looked around frantically, searching for a way out. "Now, this can be easy, or it can be hard."

There was little doubt in Rakka's mind that these were members of the mafia she'd heard about, the ones that attacked Expresso Yourself, And Rakka wasn't going to stick around and find out why they wanted to talk to her. She fled, trying to run around the three men, but one of them managed to grab her by her coat. They struggled briefly, but the thug won out and yanked Rakka back, losing her coat in the process and exposing her wings.

"So she is one of them." One of the men remarked, eyeing Rakka's wings. They stayed away for the moment, hesitant in case she had any powers, but they were still getting closer to her. Panic overtook Rakka, and she grabbed her magic staff, holding it out in front of her. "Get away from me!"

She opened fire, sparks of electricity and sounds of fighting erupting from within the alley.

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Raye grit her teeth, bracing for the impact when she saw the guy coming at her, still going for her Scissor. Rakka's shout made her pause, as did the impact of the staff hitting the man in the back.

Her hand closed around the Scissor Blade in her pouch... and then the Echo hit. Hollowness washed over her and her movements slowed for a second, before Senketsu's voice snapped her out of it.

"This is your chance!"

What was that? An Echo, but nothing had appeared and she didn't get any new memory... fuck it, she could worry about it later. She yanked the Blade out and unfolded it to its full size in an instant and then she let out a half-crazed yell as she swung the blunt, curved edge of the heavy weapon at the man's knee.

What she didn't yet realize was that her swing was carrying far more force than a seventeen year old girl should be able to muster up. Even with adrenaline rushing through her veins.

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Rakka had backed away, holding her right arm to her side and bracing herself in case she was attacked again. She hoped that Raye would be able to recover.

Luckily, her hopes seemed to be answered, as Raye pulled out her scissor blade and swung it. There was no where to dodge this time, so the blunt end easily hit its mark on the man's knee.

For the second time, a cracked echoed in the alley, although this time it was worse than before. A sick crunch that told anyone around that bone was definitely being broken. All the smugness in the man's face disappeared and he collapsed to the ground in agony.

Crack? She... hadn't expected that. Yeah, she'd figured he'd go down but seeing the knee actually break was a surprising sight.

Not one that was going to stop her though. Fueled by adrenaline and rage at seeing her friend hurt, Raye pressed forward, and delivered a sharp kick to the side of his head. And then another.

"Motherfucker!" She spat at him, flipping the Scissor Blade in her hands and holding it tightly. "Don't ever touch my friends again, you piece of shit!"

"That's enough! Raye!"

For once, she ignored the Kamui's shouting and held the Scissor Blade up over her head to bring down on her downed opponent....

Rakka felt herself flinch when the crack came. It was a disgusting sound, one she wouldn't forget for a while. But, she was still relieved that despite some injuries, the fight was over now.

Only, it seemed it wasn't. Rakka watched Raye as she kicked and beat the downed man. "Ah.... Raye? Raye, it's... it's over..."

But she didn't seem to be listening to her, which only made Rakka's worries worse when she raised her scissor blade above her head.

"Raye, don't do it!" Rakka shouted, trying to get her attention at least.

Raye couldn't hear either of them. Not really. Their voices were there but drowned out by the buzzing anger in her head and the thoughts and images of what these men might have done if she'd arrived only minutes later. They'd hurt her friend, they'd still been hurting her and if that had gone on....

Her heart hammered in her chest and the same relentless anger that had driven her to attack and fighting during the Wise Snake attack spurned her on here again, linking with something else that burned in her heart and her arms and called for her to destroy this threat to herself and her friend. Her shoe thudded into flesh and bone a few more times, she held her weapon tightly and began to swing it downward.

... When Rakka's last ditch shout broke through and she froze in mid-swing, eyes wide, breathing hard. Wait, when had she...? Didn't she say when she was fighting transformed that she didn't want to kill anybody? When had that turned into wanting to take off somebody's head.

"That's enough, Raye." Senketsu's voice rolled upward, quite and gentle. "You've already won this battle and done what you wanted to do. There's no reason to continue."

"R-right--" The point of the Scissor dropped to her side and she stepped back from the man, shaken, but she quickly recovered herself and looked toward the other girl, gingerly reaching a hand toward her. "Hey, let's get out of here."

Relief washed over Rakka as she saw Raye's weapon freeze, and eventually move away from the downed man. She'd wanted the mafia men to get their just desserts after what they'd done to the coffee shop, and especially now that they attacked her, but killing... it wasn't something she was prepared for. She'd hurt them, sure, but going past that almost scared her.

But, at last, they were the last two standing; they were bruised and battered and sore, but they were still standing. The alley was a mess now, Rakka's jacket completely destroyed, although she still had her hat and her staff. At this point, she didn't care about hiding her wings, she just wanted to go home.

"..." She stared at Raye's hand for a moment, reaching out for it with her own, showing a scrape up her arm from where she landed on the asphalt. She took it and stepped forward, embracing the other girl.

"Thank you..." She said quietly, her body shaking with quiet sobs. "Y-you saved me..."

It scared Raye a bit too. Not that she figured she'd really lose any sleep over that guy being dead but how far she'd almost gone. That anger was still simmering but she was at least in control now. In the end, while Rakka being in danger and pain had been what pushed her there, it had also been her voice that yanked Raye back from doing something drastic.

Her hand closed around Rakka's then she blinked in surprise when the winged girl suddenly closed in for a hug instead.

"H... hey." She hesitated when she felt Rakka crying against her and slowly wrapped her free arm around her shoulders, mindful of her wings. "Come on, save the waterworks, okay? We still have to get outta here."

Killing as a whole just wasn't something she was ready for. Rakka had barely fought anyone in her life before. She was so thankful that Raye had come to save her before things got worse, and she had managed to stop Raye before things got worse.

She didn't want to cry right now, it just stated happening. All the pent up anxiety, all the fear from earlier cascading over Rakka. There was no way she would forget what happened here, no matter how hard she tried.

But, she does pull away when Raye suggests it, still holding her hand. She nodded. "Y-yeah..." she sniffed. "Right. Let's... get out of here before anyone else shows up."

It wasn't that she could blame her much for it. Rakka had been hurt worse and it was pretty obvious that Rakka wasn't much of a fighter... Raye would be surprised if Rakka had ever thrown a punch in her life. But this just wasn't the time, with a bunch of knocked out thugs around them. They had to go.

"Yeah." She gave Rakka a small smile, squeezing her hand before putting her Scissor away and after a thought dropping an arm around her shoulders again to lead her out of the alley.

She only looked back at the last guy one time to spit at him over her shoulder.

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