James
The all consuming darkness of the night whispered and howled, as the many phantoms and demons roamed the ill lit streets. In the backstreets of Ulnoor, where only the most deplorable and degenerate of folk wander, to but only commit deplorable and degenerate acts, Hynes sat idle at the only other table with a chair, adjacent next to the window sill which had been designed into a hollowed out tree. With a wine of genuine blood, *No doubt personally collected, willingly or unwilling*, the pale warrior had put up her blade and metal for the night, or so she had thought.

The inn had belonged to an underground brewer, Elven miscreants often stopped by for refreshments, or as a meeting place for 'business'. She had been listening in precariously to an ongoing racket she had begun hearing not too far away. Hynes didn't often stray too far from indoors, nor was she too keen on staying in a place for too long. Someone such as a mage could possibly sense her if they were that specialised. It's hard enough to look for something like her, but it's even harder if you don't even know you're looking for something. 

Hynes had originally visited the Elven forests in search of work, messy work. There was a high supply of mercenaries and sell-swords all around Salvania, thus she didn't bother setting up shop there. Whether or not the same story would follow in the Elven capital was yet to be seen, however judging by the nature of most Elves she figured it was a trade that not many of them pursued. As a vampire she always had to satisfy her blood lusts. Being in her final stages of maturity, she had been tempted into the strengths of one nevertheless.
Daniel
So that racket she could hear in the distance? That was Conway, running through the the dimly lit streets. On his heels were his father's men, persistent in catching the run away so of a lord that was Conway. As Silnari, Conway was quite the nimble one, able to quickly climb up the side of a building with little to no issue. Problem was, so were the one following him. He could hear their shouts behind him as hunters scaled up the side of the building after him. He had to admit they were pretty good, much better than the last group that his father had sent after him.*

*This situation was one of Conway's own doing. He had just happened to have requested a letter of recommendation from a soldier he had recently done a job with. Problem was when he sent the letter, the wrong eyes saw it and now his father knew where he was. And knowing his father, Conway knew that he would employ every well known mercenary group that he could find to do the job. And as Conway leapt from one roof to another, the clay cracking beneath his feet as he landed, he cursed himself for such stupidity.* 

*And here he was, leaping to another roof top as he got into the outskirts of the city. But as his feet left the roof, he realized a major problem. He had misjudged the distance and was not going to clear the gap. So he gritted his teeth and balled up, preparing himself as he slammed into the side of a building and dropping down at least two stories. Right onto the table she was having her drink at. And of course the table did a horrible job at breaking his fall as he went right through it.*
James
Having dulled all senses but pleasure, Hynes had for the moment let herself be muted under a flood of alcohol and vice. Perhaps she had let her 'early retirement' take the better of her, it is to say at least she was not as sharp as she had been in the past, evident with the now lying half corpse desecrated unceremoniously in front of her. Scooting back from her chair she instinctive clawed a balisong knife from her side, meeting the collapsed man with a readied posture, albeit swaying side to side with her technique drugged by the effects of grog. 

In the distance her senses batted to the rumbling boots of an Elvish guard. Guardsmen? In this part of the city? Those men knew that the streets out numbered them greater than ten to one, and were comprised of only the most roughened criminals. Despite her muddled state, she was able to comprehend that this meant the fellow in a well dressed attire in front of her attained status.

Before Conway could collect himself, Hynes readied her tower shield behind her back and slung a spear over it. Turning to the man, she rapidly took him off the floor with an intense strength that then gripped him deathly tight to her armour. Hearing the sounds of these apparent 'guardsmen', whom she had not yet identified otherwise, Hynes leaped to the side of the bar, crushing the walls with the knife like fingers of her gauntlet, and running across the side to meet her way to perch atop the building. She'd scan the horizion for these pursuers, and then look down upon Conway without any leeway for him to break free of her cradle. She then poised a muffled question, her tone with the hint of femininity though broken by the metallic reverb of her helmet.

'What's a little red smooth skin got business important enough to be chased around the streets of the Elven empire?'
Daniel
*There was that feeling, the moment when one's body gets hit so hard that it just doesn't want to work. When your mind tells your body to move but it won't listen. And on top of that Conway's mind was still moving as he was running. So it was safe to say that a couple of his thought had gotten tangled up. He groaned as he struggled to catch the breath that had been yanked from his lungs. He had managed to get to his hands in knees when he felt a strong hands a knees when a strong hand yanked him away.*

*It was safe to say that Conway hadn't noticed the individual there, so it gave him quite the scare. Hell, he had barely heard her approach. The next thing he knew he was being whisked away to to the rooftop of another building. From there, Conway found himself being cradled by the armored... Woman? What in the name of the gods was going on? Who was this? And why were the holding him in such a shameful fashion?* 

"Oh you know, just running from bounty hunter sent by my controlling father. How are you doing this evening. Also could you let me down they are coming." 

*Just as he said that, said bounty hunters appeared on the roof he had jumped from. One of them pointed at them and shouted for them to stop. And of course Conway had not intentions on doing such a think so, he struggled in the warrior's arms until they dropped him. Meanwhile the bounty hunters were busy climbing down the side of the building sand running across the street so they could climb up the bar.*
James
Hynes paid to mind to the satirical tone of the man gesturing to the hunters. She also clasped him further, with a strength rivalling that of a minotaur. *It was not so clear if she presented a greater danger to him compared with the hunters*.

'*Do not squirm like a worm*. It's clear had you the talent or skill to escape, you would not have broken my table as you did. In payment, hold on and do not make this more difficult **For me**.'

The sentinel begrudgingly resisted his attempt to break away, and with her supernatural feats of strength reinforcing this vice, he would surely hold the least leverage in attempting an escape. Behind her he then saw a large figure readying two massive scimitars above his head like a headman's axe. Before he could even warn the woman however, he soon found himself facing the complete other direction as Hynes merely swiped her foot backward and met the pursuer with a fleeting kick to his knees, severing them with her metallic boot and forcing this opponent to collapse and fall below. 

'Idiot.'

Conway then felt a jolt of unrelenting force as they were dashed meters up to the air, only for Hynes to leap from the bar roof to yet the walls of the cavernous buildings beside them. The pursuers turned bewildered, as Hynes lept from the side and once more began sprinting from rooftop to rooftop, maintaining a constant zig zag pattern in order to throw off the mercenaries, whom she had now recognised as not mere guardsmen, but hired thugs.

'Do not feel so embarrassed in being damsel in distress. Personally, I was going rather alright, before you destroyed my evening if you must ask.'