[Alexis could be flighty and silly, but she's always a force to be reckoned with. The man has a knife at her throat, yes, but her mind is going a mile a minute as she tries to think of a way out of this. She hasn't faced the Yakuza and Somali pirates and a Ugandan drug lord to be felled by some New York mugger. As if. She's about to use her expert negotiating skills when there's a sudden rush of air and a flash of red near them.
The man immediately lets her go. She's able to catch her breath and really assess the situation. In the alley, with a glow of red eyes, stands the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. She's certainly heard of him, but she's never really seen him before. Her mugger is focused on the Devil, so he's caught by surprise when Alexis takes he heavy handbag and starts whacking him on the head with it. He gives a grunt of pain and tries to shield himself from her blows with a vicious curse.
Maybe he's finally realizing he's bitten off more than he can chew with her.]
You! Are! So! Rude!
[She punctuates each word with a whack. She wishes she has something heavier.]
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The man immediately lets her go. She's able to catch her breath and really assess the situation. In the alley, with a glow of red eyes, stands the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. She's certainly heard of him, but she's never really seen him before. Her mugger is focused on the Devil, so he's caught by surprise when Alexis takes he heavy handbag and starts whacking him on the head with it. He gives a grunt of pain and tries to shield himself from her blows with a vicious curse.
Maybe he's finally realizing he's bitten off more than he can chew with her.]
You! Are! So! Rude!
[She punctuates each word with a whack. She wishes she has something heavier.]