Even if Casey weren't a teammate, Nita can't stand bullies. As soon as she figures out what the commotion over there is about...well, there's an incoming bad day for that particular Joker gang, and it's dressed in green scales and little else. Dramatic entrances run in the family, and Nita lands hard atop an already ruined car with a thump and the screech of metal giving way under the impact.
"Hey, losers!" She's terrible at trash talk, but she did just loudly crush a car, and heads in garish clown makeup whip around as they try to figure out this new, blond variable. "Pick on someone your own size."
Once she rises from her crouch, it becomes apparent that's a joke, because she can't be more than five and a half feet. The gangers seem to have skipped the day in Henching 101 where the trainer covered the fact that anyone small, unarmed, and unarmored facing down a few dozen people and grinning that widely knows something they don't, and amidst a general cry of "Get her!" the gang rushes in, Casey forgotten for the moment, or perhaps just on the back burner until they can add Nita to their beatdown stew. Hope springs eternal, after all.
Jumping to the ground, Nita sidesteps the foremost's shock baton, catches him by the wrist, and hurls him bodily back into the crush as if he weighs nothing. The attackers directly behind their involuntarily airborne comrade go down like bowling pins with terrible fashion sense, breaking the charge entirely.
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"Hey, losers!" She's terrible at trash talk, but she did just loudly crush a car, and heads in garish clown makeup whip around as they try to figure out this new, blond variable. "Pick on someone your own size."
Once she rises from her crouch, it becomes apparent that's a joke, because she can't be more than five and a half feet. The gangers seem to have skipped the day in Henching 101 where the trainer covered the fact that anyone small, unarmed, and unarmored facing down a few dozen people and grinning that widely knows something they don't, and amidst a general cry of "Get her!" the gang rushes in, Casey forgotten for the moment, or perhaps just on the back burner until they can add Nita to their beatdown stew. Hope springs eternal, after all.
Jumping to the ground, Nita sidesteps the foremost's shock baton, catches him by the wrist, and hurls him bodily back into the crush as if he weighs nothing. The attackers directly behind their involuntarily airborne comrade go down like bowling pins with terrible fashion sense, breaking the charge entirely.
"Jerks."