"Ohmygods," Owl whispered, hand over her mouth. The man and Lulu, they were...they were...
She didn't blush so much as blanch, and she stole an uncomfortable look up at Rufus. This was not something she wanted to see. And yet, horror aside, she forced herself to glance briefly at them. This was a test. Maybe not intentionally, but everything was a test in some way, and if she wanted to take on criminals, this right here was proof that in order to do that, she was going to have to face more than just fear, but also discomfort. The man was a killer. He could kill Lulu if she looked away. And so she swallowed the sick feeling in her gut and tried to focus on some point that wasn't utterly raunchy, and couldn't help but notice that while the man seemed awfully enthusiastic, Lulu only looked like she was enduring.
Gods.
It was getting to the point where Owl wasn't sure how much longer she could do this, and maybe they'd gotten the wrong person, and that she really wished the man would just hurry up, when he pulled out the knife.
That changed everything.
Before Owl could yell out a warning to Lulu, the man had a dagger in his hand, and Owl darted behind Rufus. While Rufus confronted the rat, Owl went to Lulu, who was sobbing and had to be terrified out of her wits, for she had come so close to being just another girl laying bloody in a gutter. Even though Owl's heart was beating fast with the frantic, panicked rush that came from seeing the poor girl almost murdered, she found herself surprisingly calm as she put an arm around her and turned her away from the scene as Rufus beat the villain with a ferocity that shocked even her. No need for the traumatized girl to see that kind of violence, as much as that man deserved that much and more.
"It's okay, you're okay now! C'mon, now. Let's get you somewhere safe, alright?" Owl said as she lead her toward the blocked back door, stroking her back to try to calm her as she clung to her and cried. She paused at the sight of the large Wolf blocking the door. "Ah, hello. Can the lady come inside? She's been through an ordeal and should get somewhere safe."
With Lulu safely inside, Owl turned around just in time to see Rufus deliver some final kicks. Then he turned to her, and...
Oh, wow.
Owl came to a stop, her eyes widening at his rather brutal suggestions. She had been thinking a lot of terrible thoughts since the man had pulled that knife, things the man deserved and that, theoretically, she would like to do to him, but now that it was real and the man was right there, trembling and bloodied up on the ground, suddenly she wasn't so sure. A kick to the face? Sure. She had enough anger in her to think she could kick him in the face. But cutting off body parts? Maiming someone? He was a killer! A murderer! He had killed innocent people! He definitely deserved to be punished. He deserved to die.
But...torture?
Her stomach roiled. There were a lot of Wolves around. And Rufus, her teacher. And they were all watching. If she didn't do it, and with this big of an audience, would anyone take her seriously after? But...if she did, what kind of person did that make her? Heroes didn't maim and torture people. Should she really be concerned about the opinions of criminals?
She swallowed and shook her head. "No. We're going to turn him in to the guard," she said. The man began to snivel at that, and Owl shut him up with a swift kick to the face that broke his nose with a snap. There. That was satisfying. And hopefully a gesture that sent a message, that she wasn't afraid of using force. She was just choosing another route.
"I'm not a torturer or an executioner, Rufus. He's going to pay for his crimes, but justly and by the law."