[His instincts are good--which probably shouldn't be Diana's focus right now, but she can't really help it. Thousands of years of training has given her an eye for that sort of thing.
Even before the boy dashes into the gloom, Diana is moving. She takes two long strides forward, whipping the Lasso out in front of her. As if with a mind of its own, the rope wraps around the ankle of the nearest assailant. And with a decisive tug, she yanks him through the air towards herself as if he weighs absolutely nothing. Still moving into the alley, she lifts an arm to clothesline the thug as he flies through the air, knocking him out. Without looking back, she moves towards another member of the group, eyes fixed on his face. She isn't afraid of them recognizing her anymore--not here in the Down. Being a dominant does come with a few perks.]
That is your last warning.
[Because knocking someone unconscious counts as a warning, of cours.]
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Even before the boy dashes into the gloom, Diana is moving. She takes two long strides forward, whipping the Lasso out in front of her. As if with a mind of its own, the rope wraps around the ankle of the nearest assailant. And with a decisive tug, she yanks him through the air towards herself as if he weighs absolutely nothing. Still moving into the alley, she lifts an arm to clothesline the thug as he flies through the air, knocking him out. Without looking back, she moves towards another member of the group, eyes fixed on his face. She isn't afraid of them recognizing her anymore--not here in the Down. Being a dominant does come with a few perks.]
That is your last warning.
[Because knocking someone unconscious counts as a warning, of cours.]