A clown or a killer? (open)

A strange women, clad in black walked down the sidewalk at night, people gave this pale gray skinned women a wide berth, if not because of her ice water attitude then because of her face paint. You see, people mistook the relatively tall women for someone from Gotham city; someone belonging to one of the many joker centered gangs, roaming the streets. Her name was Deidre Tuain and if anyone were to get a closer look at her, like a physical examination, they would notice right away that she wasn't human.

The ease side was no place for anyone, especially a women who looked suspiciously like a rival gang member, in a gang infested part of the city. So when the loud crack of gunfire echoed from behind her, she lurched forward from the sudden impact of a double barreled twelve gauge shotgun knocking her to the ground. She heard voices pop up from around her, alien and foreign with the one thing she could pick up from the tone that was clear in any language. They were mocking her.

"Wooooheeeee, we bagged us a clown boys!" One of the men had said, prodding her in the ribs with the tip of his steel toed boot, before finally kicking her right over onto her back with a groan. Much to the surprise of those around her. The blast of buckshot had only left her breathless as she opened her eyes, peering up into the faces of several people her age, younger then her, and maybe even older then her. Each one of them had the same look on their faces as she shakily got to her feet. That of pure Dumbfounded shock. One of them managed to shake the surprise off his face, remembering that meta-humans were a natural part of steel city, and that was what they must have bagged here. A meta-human.

His voice cracked like thunder, as he jammed the barrel of a revolver into her expressionless face a grin on his as he eyed her up and down. Almost like a butcher, sizing up a slab of meat for sale. She didn't feel anything, besides the irritation that they had scuffed her clothing. And that, was when she decided to speak. "Rath tir xor el" Even if they couldn't understand her, they apparently knew a threat when they heard one, because guns of all shapes and sizes were suddenly pressed into her back, her face, her shoulders and her stomach.

"What was that you freakish clown? didn't hear you there. That tone of yours, it was quite threatening. Might wanna apologize, though it makes little difference to us if you want to wind up a bullet riddled corpse." She looked at them, the scowl on her face growing as she opened her lips one more time. This time, speaking in clear, if slightly broken English. "You pathetic, go die like dog." That was the straw that broke the camels back it would seem, as they opened fired on her. She was already in motion, as soon as her eyes caught sight of the fingers in front of her tensing up, pulling the triggers and hitting thin air.

A flash of red illuminated the sidewalk and their faces, as Zealot attacked hard and fast. Slicing through guns as if they were paper and wherever the blades touched, the men would scream in agony, almost as if they were being seared by an unseen source of intense heat. The blades left no marks and before long, it was just her and one more man. Terrified and quaking in his boots, he without hesitating, opened fire and was slammed into the wall, six feet behind him. Pinned there like a painting on wall, and as the shock wore off, it was replaced with pain. Searing, blinding, agonizing pain, as he was suspended from the wall, the two blades punching through his chest and holding him steady against the wall.

"You stupid, now suffer and relent at worthlessness. Dog."

She never turned, just stared up into the face of the man with a cold and dark intensity that spoke volumes about what she was thinking right now. She silently savored the pained expression on his face, "Must learn lesson, Hunters hunt. Prey is preyed upon." A hunter and warrior, mashed up into one, Deidre was exactly as dangerous as she looked and more so. She had to be, when the very planet you lived on was constantly trying to kill you on a day to day basis. She pulled the blades back, hooking them up at an immediate angle, causing more pain and discomfort so as to not let the man drop and cause any unwanted relief. Two large gashes in the brick wall, as if that small section of it was simply vaporized.

"Dogs are dogs, not people. Do not belong, do not get bel'lain" The man was looking at Spider-girl and between gritted teeth he managed to choke out something barely legible but it caused Deidre to stare at him again. Harshly. "G-god, don-don't jus stand there! Kick her ass, I'm dying here!"

Deidre managed to smile but it wasn't exactly emotion filled. While her countenance showed some kind of joy, her eyes were devoid of it. Completely barren in their emotional scape, and possessing naught but ice. That wasn't a smile of joy at all, it was the smile of someone who could kill you and sleep peacefully afterwards and that was exactly problem right now. She didn't have any qualms about snapping the mans neck whom she had in such a merciless grip of pain and suffering, she was at the controls right now and when she looked at spider girl finally, a momentary look of surprise was etched on her face before receding back into her stern, icy, countenance.

"Girl looks silly, dress like idiot." She pulled one of the blades out of the mans chest, no visible wound, no nothing. It was like the blade didn't exist at all, but at the same time, it had to exist to hold him in the air like that. Then she slammed him into the ground. Hard. The sound of bones cracking from the force of the blow was quite notable, as it seemed to echo in the streets for a minute. "Too loud, so made him shut up. Barks like a Sullidian tizzin hound." Spider girl had Deidre's attention at that point, the full scope of it and that was either a good thing or a bad thing, depending on the circumstances.

Crouching down, she picked up the destroyed remains of the gun and weighed the remains in her hand. "xal inbal tlus weafl pholor l'jora rath delmah pholor Sullidious," she spoke up in her own tongue, before throwing the weapon over her shoulder, the metallic remains hitting one of the men on the head with a thud, eliciting a groan out of him. Deidre was dangerous, that much was certain. But right now, she seemed docile, peaceful even as she crouched there, examining the neatly cleaved remains of rifles, handguns and at least one assault rifle. "Pathetic."

However, the sound of laughter broke her attention and she looked up slowly from her position to stare at a man, smaller then her, carrying a rifle on his back before cocking her head to the side in quiet contemplation. Trying to determine if he was a threat or not. Most likely, he was a threat given his unstable.....grin, slashing across his face with undue glee. But, instead of giving him anymore of her attention, she merely looked back down at the disabled weapons - ignoring the newcomer not entirely, but just enough to focus on her examinations.

"Jal d'ol zhah joril! Usstan h'ros kl'ae jala d'nindol!" It wasn't hard telling that she was frustrated but it didn't show on her face, but rather in her voice for a moment, just before she managed to regain her calm. Concluding that nothing here was worth salvaging she stood up and cracked her neck, then her shoulders and finally, her back. Now her attention was divided between the foolishly dressed one and the maniac. Wonderful, a fool and someone, not unlike the specter outcasts. At least he doesn't seem to be psionic. Or contain the capacity for such.

With her attention no longer on the weapons, she was free to examine the humans before her with a sigh. "What you want? Rivvin?"

Unlike spider girl, she wasn't at all intimidated by the man's threatening demeanor. Cautious perhaps, but so far she hasn't backed off. "Crazy man is stupid," she declared nonchalantly before ignoring him entirely now. He wasn't of any interest to her. But the girl, the girl, had her interest. She was snappy and smart; someone who obviously thought on their feet a lot. Deidre could probably appreciate, possibly even tolerate her, even if she did dress like a fool.

But now was not the time, she wasn't really in the mood for any confrontations right now and the one she did have well, she was actually being merciful. At least to her own ears in that aspect. "Doesn't scare me. Everything on home. Eat you alive." Weather that was fact or fiction, was up in the air at that moment as she turned back around halfway to look at the man with contempt in her eyes. "Looks like raider, smells like Tizzen hound." Now that was an insult that she knew all too well, that caused quite a bit of bloodshed when used on Sullidious. Tizzen hounds you see, are extremely disgusting creatures. Putrid,vile and just about the single most worthless thing you could hunt. Their hides were useless, and the meat was poison. Not exactly the best choice for hunting, but the name made for a great insult and that, was all it seemed to be good for.

"Red girl, be calm." She shot a glance at Spider girl, as she shifted her weight onto her left foot as she slid it behind her, her eyes fixed upon Zach's countenance with such a sternness that she was practically his antithesis. Cold and emotionless, versus the maniacal madman. "Leaving now," her response was immediate, as she slammed the fingers of her gauntlets into a brick wall, digging in like it was simply soft clay as she made her way to the rooftops. Crawling up the wall like a spider or something. "Hungry. Find food."

Determined to get away from them, but mostly away from the short male. She was going to take to the rooftops, where she could be a little more free on her movements and have an easier time finding food.

The rapport of gunfire, the split second movement as she flipped her body, now facing towards Zach with a neutral, fearless look on her face. One more flip positioned her beside the debris as it fell past her and again, she began crawling up the wall, flipping and twisting to present a more erratic, irregular target. He's crazy, that much I know. But, if I have to bring him down to leave this place in safety. So be it.

Pressing against the wall, she used all of her strength to throw herself into the air, the flash of red illuminating her face as the two energy blades formed in front of her. The grim determination showing on her face as she made painstaking efforts to avoid the spider-girl and focus directly on the main threat here. The gun-slinging madman who, decided to try and kill her. To kill a specter, of all the maddening things this planet has offered up, this one in Deidre's mind had to take the cake.

She swung the first blade down hard at his shoulder, while it wouldn't affect organic material in terms of damage, the blade would prove to be a vicious tool in deconstructing inorganic compounds, as well as dealing out neurological trauma. Then out came the second blade, aiming to cut across his torso. Almost as if she were trying to draw a sideways tee, across his chest. She was precise and quick, sparing no quarter in her attacks. "Crazy man, has to take a nap now, so Zealot can find food and eat. No dying today."

She lacked every single iota of emotion in her words as she spoke. They wer just cold and to the point; no skirting around the topic. It had to make someone wonder what the women was capable of if pressed into a fight for her life, would she kill the target, or incapacitate them by breaking bones, putting them in a hospital for who knows how long? Point in fact was, that she herself, was capable of causing bodily harm if she had to do it. That was the kind of person Deidre happened to be; kill the major threats, treating it almost like she were hunting for the bigger beasts on Sullidious. Or injure them, and teach them a lesson in humility if they were of less skill than herself.