"Surrender!" Rogue demanded as if the cultist would just get on her knees and beg for forgiveness. "There's no guarantee that my life would be spared if I did," Rogue smirked. Although the cultist was unable to see her lips curl, she spoke, "Well, fine out."
Specter and Rogue charged as the cultist got into a defensive stance, Rogue went high. She aimed for a smack to the face, whilst Specter aimed to incapacitate her at the knees. The cultists smacked Rogue's hand away then jumped to avoid a kick to the knees.
However, Rogue then hit her with her air gun, the palm of her hand flat, and she fired again and again. It was like hollow bullets kept hitting the cultist; Rogue charged in for a gut punch; it landed, but it wasn't effective; the cultist nearly laughed but had a smile plastered across her face.
To the cultist's surprise, she felt a wind pellet strike her stomach, causing her to gag. "Oh you sneaky shit, going in for a punch then opening your hand up." The cultist regained her balance and then started to trade blows with Rogue. Haymaker, Jab, Uppercut, Jab, left, right, left, right.
Rogue stumbled back as the Cultist walked towards her, then she remembered, wasn't she fighting two? Then she spun around to see a glowing light slam into her face and her eyes went blank for a moment.
Specter looked at the Cultist behind the mask; she wasn't smiling, she wasn't laughing, she wasn't mocking the cultist. The cultist hit the railings, as she stood again but clearly dazed and possibly concussed.
The cultist, ever brave, got up and decided to fight back. She missed a lot, and she was struggling to keep up against two people at once. Then she fell. It was hard going up against a light user and an air pop user.
Specter spoke, "This is Specter. We've captured our target, Nova. We are in the sewage system."