In the Court of the Crimson Queen [Open]

Ndeye's encounter with Shuichi had not been a fiscally productive one; in the end, her quarry had escaped her, meaning she'd have no bounty to show for it. The battle, however, was well worth the effort. The Senegalese fighter found herself thinking that she'd been misguided to begin with... This wasn't a time to seek opportunities as a criminal for cash, but rather, a time to seek out the most powerful in the city and challenge them during the chaos. Really, the adrenaline had gone to her head... it would be smarter to find a place to hold out while her arms fully regenerated. As it stood, her arms were still covered in a caking of her own blood, raw from the attacks she'd absorbed earlier. Her black athletic wear showed the rigors of her previous battle; it had become ripped in several places, showing off even more of her intense, dark musculature than usual.

A villain looking to make money during the breakout could find a lot of opportunities. For a villain who just wanted to make themselves such a nuisance that heroes and lawmen were forced to respond, the opportunities were almost endless. Ndeye felt like a kid in a candy store, skulking her way through alleys full of fleeing civilians. Still, no reason to pop the cork too early. For best results, she ought to find just the right hero in action and begin an attack. All of them were acting on their instincts as heroes right now, which meant the city was absolutely crawling with them.

The woman had meant to become a nuisance that would draw a powerful hero to the scene, but she hadn't intended to garner quite the level of publicity she ended up gathering.

After emerging from a certain alleyway, she'd come face to face with the police, who were attempting to direct the panicking citizens of Japan through the street by barricading certain routes with their patrol cars and safety cones. In her experience, there was no better way for one to ward off the flies that were conventional policemen and call out heroes than to prove that conventional methods were of no consequence to oneself. Eager to prove that truism, Ndeye armored up both of her arms with thick, glistening black scales, flecked with amber- a somewhat painful maneuver, given how much she'd already used her technique in her fight with Shuichi. The pain caused her to see red, which in turn, motivated her bloodlust. With a blind craving for battle, the woman grabbed hold of the front of one cop car, creating a loud noise of creaking metal.

When one policeman turned to investigate the noise, he was greeted with the sight of a patrol car being swung around like a blunt weapon.

The force of the attack sent the officer flying across the street to hit hard against the wall of one of the buildings on the opposite side. Ndeye could give the remaining officers time to draw their weapons, to make it a fair fight, but she wasn't interested in spending all day on policemen. Instead, she swung the vehicle again and released it this time, sending it rolling not on the power of its engine, but the force of the swing. It careened into another group of two, while the remaining policemen withdrew and began to radio in the incident. "Weak Japanese police... All you can do is rely upon your guns! If you would train your quirks, you would not be in this predicament." She spat upon the pavement. This wasn't the first time she'd been disappointed in Japan's law enforcement... To think, this nation was crawling with some of the most powerful quirkers in the world, and the police deliberately handicapped themselves by rejecting such applicants within their own forces. This brain-dead policy made her work a lot easier than it might otherwise be.

Of course, she wasn't impervious to guns. Shuichi had proven that. Eager to cease further resistance, she moved towards the remaining officers and bashed her fists together with a rocky, pulverizing sound, sending shivers up her own arms and creating sparks like two stones rubbing. "Bring out a hero! Do not stand in my way!" Ndeye commanded, raising her voice.

The police didn't have the power to "bring out a hero," at least not on command like she was asking. Luckily, one was coming to respond to the incident anyways, it seemed... Jess had no way of knowing Ndeye wasn't involved in the prison break any further than using it as an opportunity, but at this point, it would barely register. After all, the villain known as Calibar was a criminal engaging in reckless endangerment and violence, no matter her reason.

It wasn't hard to spot Jess, moving against the crowd rather than with it and standing shoulders above the rest. Ndeye's eyes widened and an uncharacteristic grin spread across her thick lips. Where had Japan been hiding this hero? She never would have guessed that Jess was a student of only fifteen years old... That body of hers looked to be housing muscles comparable to Ndeye's own! Finally, an opponent who didn't rely just on their quirk and neglect their muscle training! In fact, with Jess wearing that mask, Ndeye couldn't even discern her opponent's gender easily.

Ndeye spread both arms and smirked; the motion looked to convey that she was bidding Jess to survey the damage she'd caused. "You look upon the villain, Calibar! How will you respond, hero? If you wish to disappoint me and run, do it now, and I will finish taking out my frustrations on these officers." It seemed she intended to let Jess take a shot at her; it was a move full of overconfidence, in a society that housed people capable of firing acid and laser beams. Of course, if she was thinking only with logic and towards her best itnerests, she wouldn't have engaged a bunch of policemen for no money or profit in the first place.

For the average opponent, both Jess and Ndeye could ask for nothing better than a close-range battle. In this case, however, it remained to be seen if the likely would come to pass: that both would underestimate their opponent's abilities at that range.

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