The radio cracked and buzzed in the shoulder-straps of the uniform's jacket; with a gulp, the centauress's fingers pressed the dial gasping at the request for more cops needed <<Officer Kaval rushing to position.>> replied her almost mechanically. Few instants of silence followed, her mind writing an imaginary list of checks and priorities, thoughts of risks and odds, while people on the walkway bumped on her body still boldly occupying a great portion of the passage, but as soon as Anne finished her mental task, the young centauress turned her gaze toward her targeted location <<MAKE WAY!>> yelped her with a grin, lowering the eyeshield of her anti-riot helmet as she jumped into the road and begun her ran; her heavy hooves seemed to echo in the streets of the metropolis, jumping with grace over encumberant cars blocking the way.<br/><br/><<Officer Kaval *pant* near targeted location *pant* supposed band aggression against *pant* officers>> continued her on the radio, and as soon as she closed communications, her eyes recognized the location where the call came, and, to confirm that, clamours and loud voices. Despite the heart thumping in her helmet, she grasped dear her training and after a quick check to her armor, making her to appear like a black-armored knight, extracted with a swift motion the truncheon and quickly made her way toward the other cop and the gang of Orcs <<POLICE! FREEZE!>> said her accompanied by her heavy trot, swinging menaciously the stick in the air, ready to rush toward them and administer justice.