Lily twirled her staff with a flourish as the woman in front of her mentioned her defeat of the old man, apparently called The Fool. As she mentioned the dance not being over, Lily felt the words wash over her. This woman was bad news, and dangerous as hell. Her tone was sweet, but it put Lily on edge, the staff pressed against her arm and doing small circles in the air. Her eyes darted around the car, sizing up the folks who seemed just as on edge as her. As a precaution, she glanced back at Kira and caught her attention, pointing to her ear, then up. She got the hint and gave Lily a thumbs-up as she cranked her music so loud that Lily could faintly hear it mixing in with the violin.
Then the music changed.
As if a switch had been flipped, the music turned itself around. The tempo quickened, the highs and lows became steeper, and the agitated people suddenly lurched out of their seats. Their eyes were filled with a sudden rage, an anger, a need to take out this aggression that had been bottled up inside them seemingly for ages. And their eyes locked on one person: Lily.
The sea of people filling the car began moving at once. Lily dropped low in anticipation, her heart rate skyrocketing as adrenaline began coursing through her. Small objects were thrown first: coins, makeup, phones even. These were easy enough to dodge or ignore, until the crowd decided to start becoming more hands-on with their approach. The swarm moved towards her, pulling improvised weapons from God knows where. Knives, knuckles, purses, keys, canes. All were to be used in an effort to bring the vigilante down. The tide broke, the onslaught came. A man with a knife charged her, screaming at the top of his lungs. A quick jab to the stomach and upward strike with the staff sent him tumbling backwards, unconscious and missing a few teeth. A purse was thrown and Lily managed to snag it with the end of her staff, using its momentum to knock back a couple more people before it spun off into the crowd. The staff became a whirlwind, intending to keep people as far from her as possible. The car was filled with the sound of wood on flesh as Lily dealt out bruises, concussions, and a few broken bones to her attackers.
But try as she might she couldn't keep the people back. They began getting too close for her to use the staff right, getting within her guard and needing to be pushed away. She snapped the staff in half, the escrima sticks glowing once more as she launched into battle with a new fervor. Her style switched entirely, seeming to throw the mob off their rhythm. She added a layer of percussion to the violin music, becoming more aggressive with her strikes. Where the bo staff had been about carefully placed strikes and taking out opponents as efficiently as possible, the escrima sticks allowed her to get up close and personal, returning some of the countless bruises she had received. Lily managed to let out a low chuckle of satisfaction. Sure, she was fighting for her life, but this was what she had trained for, and nobody was more prepared than her. With a solid swing she watched a woman's eyes roll into the back of her head as a sharp upward swing increased a man's screaming pitch by a few octaves. She began moving around the car more, darting around enemies and using their movement to slam her weapons into the softest part of their bodies, resulting in a dull thud or a loud crack when she decided to dispatch them.
As the dance continued, she was clearly doing too well. That bitch Vocal pulled the strings and what felt like a shattering noise pierced Lily's ear drums. The sound was so painful her vision immediately went white. She fell to the ground, causing the attackers to swarm in and take advantage. Someone grabbed her left arm and put his foot on her back and yanked. Hard. The sickening pop could be heard over the music, and Lily's cry of pain soon followed as her arm was ripped from its socket. The swarm began beating her mercilessly, and it took all Lily's control not to lash out wildly. As her vision slowly began to return, her anger boiled over, and she let out a cry. She fought to her feet, whipping the escrima stick around like a baton, sending people to the ground like dominoes. Once she reached her feet, she tossed it away, yelling in anger, "Fuck! I don't have time for this!". Her left arm hung loosely, and became encased in a blue version of itself, effectively acting as a temporary cast. As she brought her remaining fist up, she launched into another frenzied assault on the people who had dared attack her.
Her left arm became a target, with any attacks seeking to find themselves buried in the psychically-encased limb. With every hit to it pain wracked through her body, both the feedback from the psychic arm, and the physical pain from the jostled one. But she made sure to return every bit of pain she felt tenfold, relishing the feeling of flesh squelching and bone impacting as she punched, and kicked her way through the entire car. As she delivered a final punch to the gut and elbow to the back of the head of the last civilian standing in her way, she stood still, shoulders heaving as she filled her burning lungs with oxygen. She scanned the car, locking eyes with Kira. Her eyes were wide, the sketchpad untouched. Lily turned to face Vocal, the blue arm dissipating as she grabbed one of her dangling wrist wrappings and pulled on it, jamming her arm back into the socket. She gave it a few experimental rolls, then locked eyes with Vocal. The blue-clad martial artist stepped forward, with each step a groan coming from the person she ended up stepping on. Lily closed the distance between them, her eyes never leaving Vocal's.
Lily came to stand before her, body covered in bruises and small cuts, one black eye begin to develop, and a a particularly nasty slash running from her earlobe halfway down her jaw. She gave a mock bow, gesturing to the car filled with unconscious bodies, the staff coming back to her right hand. "Did m'lady enjoy the dance?"She spat out, every bit of venom she could muster filling her words.