[ It's all a blur at first, then the scenario around her begins to jerk and pause for half a second. People, happy and caught up in their own excitement, that had been in front of her are gone in the blink of an eye and replaced not a second after with a storm of violence tearing through the street. Kate, in full cowl, manages to avoid the swarm of angry rioters before instincts override her utter confusion and shock.
Footsteps, hard and fast behind her, the metallic swing of some makeshift, blunt instrument. She drops low, avoiding the strike. Someone else goes down instead. She moves fast, her leg kicking up to knock the weapon out of his hands —
And again, the scenario is gone. People dance and cheer past her. The noise from the crowds are excitable and warm, not harsh and bloodthirsty. ]
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Footsteps, hard and fast behind her, the metallic swing of some makeshift, blunt instrument. She drops low, avoiding the strike. Someone else goes down instead. She moves fast, her leg kicking up to knock the weapon out of his hands —
And again, the scenario is gone. People dance and cheer past her. The noise from the crowds are excitable and warm, not harsh and bloodthirsty. ]