<blockquote><div><cite>Rosethorn wrote:</cite>Kira snarled, â€œYou are no friend of mine.â€ She said leaping past him. Her instincts took over. Adrenaline coursed through her veins like electricity. Her heart pumped as everything slowed down. She dodged past people running for the ones with guns. Fear was gone. She was pure instinct now. She barely felt her paws touch the aluminum floors as bolted towards them. Just as one of them turned and noticed her she lunged. Flying through the air. Her claws extended. She felt her weight pull the boy down as she wrenched her claws deep into the back of his neck before she leapt to the next. Her teeth sinking into her soft fleshy arm, wrenching it from her body. Just as she was going to go for another she felt herself flying backwards. Claws raking a blond boys scull she feel to the floor. A bullet hole in her side. It seared white hot in her side. Pain that she was not at all unused to.  <br/><br/>Shaking her head she stood up, leopards tail flicking back and forth she charged again. Twisting and curving in the heat of battle.</div></blockquote>