Anya made her way, faster than any normal human, to the front of the building snapping an agents neck with her bare hands before he even knew she was there. She smiled, she was getting better at her accuaracy. She turned and saw two more agents running towards her. She smiled. One fired a gun at her. she watched it get close to her, right before it hit she stepped out of the way. She glanced at the expression of the guy who fired the gun. She loved seeing how shocked they always looked. She dodged each of their coming bullets. She couldn't help but laugh. She started getting dancy with hit. Jumping here and there. She heard one clip gone. When the other ran out, all they would have was their fists. And they weren't a match for her speed. In her fun, she missed one bullet and felt it hit her shoulder. The shock pushed her back and she fell to the ground. She looked at her shoulder. Then looked up as the agent was standing right over her. As fast as lightening she stood up, grabbed the arm with the gun, twisted it behind his back, then slammed his head into the wall. He fell limp to the ground. She turned to see the other agent, he began to run she ran in front of him, before he could realize she was there, she tripped him and brought both her fists down on his back, breaking his spine.
OOC: I edited my bio. Annabella jumped and raced after him. She did a couple of flips and saw a bullet hit Panther. She snuck up around the 3rd agent and pulled out a knife and stabbed him. The agent fell and she turned to Painter, " You ok? " she said into her microphone. She looked at him with a worried eyes. She saw a 4th figure come. " Time to split. " She grabbed the second guy with her mind and threw him at the other one. She felt very weak and murmered, " Come on, Painter. "
-- Edited by Onyxpaw on Friday 14th of August 2009 09:22:38 PM
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He looks around the room Innocently overlooks the truth Shouldn't a light go on? Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and white Never let nobody see him cry I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
Serenity whipped around; her hair would have blown into her eyes, but she wore a black ski cap to cover her blue spiky hair. It would definitely give her away. She whipped out her other dagger; she had several, all as good quality as the rest. They were all identical, except for her mother's, which had the words "C. Andante" lasered into the blade. She ran headlong at two approaching agents, holding her daggers down at her waist, her arms slightly bent. She did a front handspring; her extra power from that let her harshly kick one agent to the ground. At nearly the same time, she thrust one dagger downward toward the other agent; he narrowly dodged it, and Serenity cursed at him. The agent she was standing on threw her off; he pointed his gun at her face as she fell to the ground. Serenity's brown eyes narrowed as she stared at the gun. In a barely noticable movement, she moved the hand holding the dagger that wasn't her mother's to her side. Quick as lightning, she flung the dagger at the agent; it pierced him in the stomach and his eyes widened as he fell over with a slight groan. Serenity scrambled to pick up his handgun; she aimed it at the other agent, who sneered at her. He drew his own gun and aimed it at her heart. The girl snickered and pulled the trigger, dodging at almost the exact same millisecond; if he had seen her finger moving, he would have definitely tried to shoot her. But her aim was dead on; the bullet hit the man in the head and with a spurt of blood, he fell to the ground as well.
"Fine," Painter grunted and looked down the street. "All here?" He saw Anya finish off the gang up the street, and heard Serenity finish off some others. "Good. Let's get out of here, before more agents come. This was planned." He took off running, down the street, sticking to the shadows. Changing forms would be useless, only painful. Anya would catch up easily, and Serenity knew the city like the back of her hand, she would probably cut them off if she couldn't keep up. "Let's get home."
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Anya stood. Glanced around and paused a moment. She glanced at her shoulder and stretched it. She winced at the pain, but stretched it again. She could deal with it for now. She jumped up and ran around the corner. Saw Serenity fighting and turned to see two more coming from the opposite direction. 'They must have known we'd be here' she though to herself. She ran right through them and ended up behind them. They didn't notice. She smerked and ran right up behind them, controlling her speed, she grabbed both of their heads and slammed them into each other. One fell to the ground, the other staggered, and pulled a gun on her. She grabbed his arm and twisted. He screamed out and used his other arm to pull her down to the ground. She twisted the gun out of his hands and it fell to the ground, he pinned her down and went to punch her in the face. But all she needed was him to lift that arm, she speedily rolled out from under him, grabbed the gun, and shot him twice in the chest.
Serenity grabbed her boots from the nook where she had left them - her feet were bleeding slightly from fighting barefoot - and slipped them on, running after the others. She put a hand to her shoulder, where a small medical kit was slung over like a backpack, but sewn onto her clothes. It always encouraged her when she touched it; she had to always know it was there. It was sometimes, literally, their lifeline.