Haven, a woman of unknown origins and unknown past. For as long as she can remember, admittedly not all that long, she has been an assassin. A blasé occupation in such a world but a fitting one. Her abstract physiology is something adaptable and perfect for almost any occasion. With a capacity to be seemingly anyone there is little where she can't walk into. Talent to take on properties of energy and metals at her leisure little she shouldn't be able to go against. Today, her objective is a simple one after some local news being followed she had a heading and an idea where to find her target. That being the one currently being refereed to as Pilgrim.
Sadly the motive was a simple one, the narrative wasn't there the reasonings were blasé. Pilgrim was a man of unknown origin and power a new arrival to the scene of meta-humans. All powerful like presence was hypothesized and that was reason for concern. After people like Mega could get away with things like the tragedy for the better that was Grim, there was an element of fear. That some people just had to much power ideas to grand. And that for such a position they needed to purged from existence. A death of a hero, to spare the world of a noble cause turned radical behavior. A casualty of someone good to avoid ravaged voices despairing over a city that could not be saved.
So above New York City flies a crow, an unassuming and passable thing within the skies. It passes over busy streets and wandering people the ones fortunate enough to be normal. Lucky enough to have a regular job and a regular home most days. They had fears that were well earned but they were back ground characters to a set dressing they didn't need to worry much about being on the side of wrath of people unknown of power unconfined. Beady eyes that stare down a beak spot the foreign threat. Fears paid the blue skinned hyper-sapien to lash out at a man who had done nothing wrong. But was to new and to dangerous to wait and see if they did anything, it was unfair behavior but it paid the bills.
Haven would mold and bend and break within the air as she swooped down. Her body acquiring mass by dragging oxygen from the skies and changing its composition. Her physical body taking on the traits of vibranium absorbent of energy theorized to come from this fight. SHe looked to get her legs around him and a good hold on his hair as she brought up what appeared to be a standard pistol. Crafted on originally a few feathers and some air there was no reason to think it was something of conventional type.
Bullets made of adamantium because for her every element was cheap. It was a shame in a way the things she could do with her powers instead she used it simply to try and be efficient at ending life. The pistol conjured from air became complex and interwoven, a bit of a heavy gun as it tried to mimic the helical cannon of Maverick. Combining Rail and Coil propellent to accelerate the round. It should leave the barrel at around mach ten with enough kinetic energy to splatter brains about the New York Skyline.
Objectively the redheaded shape shifter looked to drag the mysterious arrival and into the country side away from the city. Haven didn't care about lives, but casualties hurt the pay check and went against the contract's agenda. No if she could manage it she would take the clash outside of city limits. Even detestable people could take better care of surroundings then Mega the assassin thought to herself curious how successful her efforts would be at all.
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