[spoiler]O[/spoiler] "I'm gonna try, yeah," [i]The woman rather bluntly admitted, nonchalantly and with a shrug to finish it off, though she did gesture for Sarah to get up using Fatebringer.[/i] "Been makin' 't a game t'hunt Guardians, TBH, 'cause y'all got swanky-аss powers. Anyhows, arc? Lightnin', I presume? Perfect." [i]She rolled her shoulders, her left hand clenching into a fist hard enough to make her knuckles pop oh-so satisfyingly before releasing. Sol energy danced around her half-gloved fingers, jumping from fingertip to fingertip before disappearing entirely. The nameless woman smirked, the Hand Cannon lowered once more.[/i] "So, second question. I'll reiterate: execution or fight?"

"You know that you can just develop your own abilities, right? It's called, actually using and expirmenting with it. Just saying. Also... you know there's a thing called the Crucible, right?" Sarah asked. She looked to her Ghost, and mouthed a few words quickly. The Ghost expanded, then pulled its shell back together. "I'd prefer not to die. I'm in no position to fight," she continued. She looked to the gun, "A hand cannon. I get it's effective, I mean, I use them a lot myself, but if you're hunting Guardians, don't you want to get paid for it or something. I mean, you can take bounties on rogues. That pays well."

[i]She just rolled her eyes, mumbling "blah, blah, blah" to herself and under her breath, the sound still very much audible to Sarah. The faceless, nameless lady made an exaggerated shrugging gesture, simultaneously speaking up in response.[/i] "A: not an official Guardian. B: not an official Guardian. C: don't've time for this." [i]And without as much as another word - rude, really - Helena had reached the end of her patience and raised her Hand Cannon, pulling the trigger twice, the recoil of the rather oversized gun diminished by the woman's very unladylike strength. The two bullets weren't aimed for the Warlock, though. Rather, they went for Lunar, both the shots almost impossibly accurate since they were fired from the hip and rather hastily. Still, they were aimed perfectly.[/i]

"-Are you.. oh, goddamnit." [i]As if through some sort of summoning, the air where Sarah once was would then ripple, like water as if a stone had been chucked into it's depths. A soft ripping noise, like a simple tear, would ring through Helena's ears, before the being appeared before her.[/i] [i]To begin, well.. she was arguably simple.[/i] [i]The being was a female, for one, and yet her lean form was hidden away by a thin winter jacket, a shiny cyan blue in texturing. Underneath that seemed to be a long-sleeved t-shirt, whereas it had a name on it - "[b]HENDRICKSON - For The People[/b]" - yet it was old and dusty, as if purposefully kept away from the sight of others in recent times, though still kept in the woman's possession. A pair of jeans served as pants for the woman, seemingly brand new yet still a rugged blue in texture. No armor upon her chest, no protective garbs.. nothing.[/i] [i]She was rather youthful, with a paled, angular jawline, and soft dimples accompanying the few freckles that darted her face. Though two dark ruby eyes would look upon Helena then, almost a dried blood red color. Her hair was kept short and simple, almost boyish in look, while being an ashy light brown in color.[/i] [i]Those ruby eyes trailed back to where Helena had fired, as the woman would release a puff of air, as she raised her hands for Helena to see. From there, she spoke. She spoke with a.. well, arguably youthful tone, something befitting of an annoying little fuсking midget- You get the point.[/i] "A devil, who bullies pregnant ladies. I've seen some fuсked shit, but.."

[i]Helena just rolled her eyes with an... annoyed groan when Pan appeared, and really, I did the same tbh. She nonchalantly tossed her Hand Cannon aside with a slight 'hmph' noise, the throw a lazy, underhanded one. The gun dematerialised before it could hit the grassy ground, disappearing in a filter of white light.[/i] "Don't've time for annoyin' fuсkin' kids," [i]She mumbled beneath her breath, ignoring what Pan had said completely and utterly.[/i] "Bye-bye." [i]With a half-аssed wave of her right hand that turned into a "whatever" gesture, the woman turned around, both of her gloved appendages slipping into the pockets of her fluttering trench coat after. She didn't do as little as look back, her military boots rustling the grass as she just... walked off.[/i]

[i]Pandora cared about as I did about Helena chickening out - just a simple shrug, as she would watch Helena go. Course, she had some precautions, if the raspy bitсh decided to actually fight back.. it wasn't the first time that someone had tried to pull something along the lines of "it's a trap".[/i] [i]Though Pan hoped to not deal with the irritating shitter.[/i]

[spoiler]End I guess lul[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Goddamnit I'll go annoy her in the new post[/spoiler]

[spoiler]....And you call me boring?[/spoiler] [spoiler]HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA[/spoiler] [spoiler]Just kidding. Happy Holidays![/spoiler]

[b]You just activated my trap card. I've used this so many times during assassination attempts.[/b] Lunar made a raspberry noise right before the bullets hit his grey and white shell. When the bullets hit, the Ghost shell's camo failed, and the shell was revealed to be purple. It was decoy. The actual Lunar appeared at her other shoulder. "Oh, I love hoarding Ghost shells for that reason. I told you she'd go for me first, they always do. And we're outta here!" actual Lunar announced in his iconic Nolan North voice. The Ghost transmatted himself and Sarah to the Warlock's apartment, amd out of sight. [spoiler]Orn has been Pmed[/spoiler]