As the trio conferred, a stray cat caught Selina's eyes.
Slight warning, but lack of worry. Stretch and lick. Big bad Tom is near, but fear not, already after yellow mouse.
As the meaning of the cat's impression sank, it was confirmed by a frightened shriek coming from the street. They had barely enough time to see Stephanie running as if the Devil himself was after her, and it might as well, for a fraction of a second later, Wilson crossed their field of view after her.
Despite her reflexes and street savvy, Stephanie quickly lost ground and just before rounding the corner and disappearing from the view of the three investigators, he caught hold of her flailing longcoat and pulled her down and, in a couple of quick movements, he had trapped her in an inescapable hold.
"Ow! Ow! Lemme go!"
"What were you doing with that man, girl?!"
"Nothin', I swear!" The young girl cried. There were some passers-by, but a quick look at Wilson convinced them that it was not worth their time and bodily integrity to intervene.
"Answer me, what were you doing with that man?" Wilson asked, cold and harsh.
"Nothin'! I tole you! Yer hurtin' me!"
"I'm not hurting you child." Wilson hissed. "THIS is hurting you."
There was a horrible, wet snap and the blonde cried in genuine agony. When he let go partially, her arm was bending at the elbow in a terribly wrong way.
"I was jus' lookin' for money!!!" The girl sobbed, holding her dislocated arm.
"Was there a bag with him?"
"No! I s-swear! Ah... I was not the first! A chinaman took somethin' before I got to 'im...!"
"I dunno! They all l-look the same!"
There was a tense silence and the one-eyed man finally released her. Stephanie slumped to the ground. In an odd turn of events, he knelt beside her and stuffed some bills inside one of her pockets.
"It's only dislocated. Go to a hospital to get it set back properly." He said, his tone neutral. Then he turned back and walked briskly towards the trio and past them, back towards the place where they'd left McClintock, no doubt.
Stephanie was still on the ground, sobbing. The streetwalkers resumed their respective ways, the street urchin and her pain fading back into the background of their urbane lives.
OOC: The London team gets a HP each for having to watch the cinematic without intervening
, it includes Trevor's Complication for being scared out of his wits by the walking death machine that is Deathstroke
Madame Rouge was surprised by Kirsten's lighting fast strikes, and the monster hunter felt her attack bite flesh, but it was as if she had scratched a tire, for he blades met rubbery resistance and bounced off the villain's skin.
"Je are good, mon petit." She smirked, twisting her waist to a degree impossible for a normal human being. "But are je good enough?!"
And with that she uncoiled, her arms whipping about and hitting Kirsten square on the neck and side, seeking to once more wrap around her into a constricting hold.
OOC: Just FYI, Spectrum... you're fighting some feet away from the truck already; the screeching halt sent both Kirsten and Rouge flying. Madame Rouge's Toughness check (1d20+6-1=20)
, barely made it! No further damage. She retaliates; Madame Rouge's unarmed attack roll (1d20+10=23)
, a hit, so that's Toughness DC 21 for damage, and a Strength check DC 13 to resist the Fast Grab.
Brunel is up!
Kirsten - -1
Madame Rouge - -1 (and Regenerating; next turn it's back to ok)
> Brunel - ok
Blackstone - ok (free action available)