[The appearance of the weapon stops the man cold - almost. He turns his head and spits out at the pavement. You'll regret that, kid. The fight alone was too much for what he had bargained for. There's a glower behind the masked face, as the man turns and skulks down in a different direction instead, trying to avoid any further attention.
Raine remains where she is, a hand pressed to her chest as she watches the entire situation unfold in shock.]
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Raine remains where she is, a hand pressed to her chest as she watches the entire situation unfold in shock.]