She strode quickly and effortlessly. She knew he was chasing her,<span style="font-style: italic">why me</span>. She glanced back and her long elven ears pricked up to the rustles from above, blast!<br/><br/>She picked up her pace the thin chain lengths whipping behind her, their razor edges so fine and slice through leaves and knick into tree trunks. She heard his voice and ignored it.<span style="font-style: italic">Nice try but no.</span><br/>It was then she glanced once more over her shoulder and above, and how fortuitous for the bandits who saw her coming; were waiting beyond the glow of their camp.<br/><br/>The first grabbed her, and not expecting the true speed she was at, lurched with her before they came to a halt. The other confusedly grabbed at her in the rain and darkness of the eminent evening. His hand came upon the key and he shocked released. "She's got something in her back!" The first whom was still holding her hands forward leaned to look and at this she smirked.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Idiots.</span><br/><br/>She threw her weight and off set him, he released one hand but lost grip of the other, wasting no time she curled her index finger skillfully as if about to sew, and flicked her wrist. The razor edges of the chain was they furled slipped through the flesh of the seconds throat in such and instant, her took three steps grinning for the blood seeped and he began to choke and fell into his anguishing last breaths.<br/><br/>She did not have the angle or time of swiftness to continue many other heard them and came towards, her hand grasped again.<span style="font-style: italic">From one capture to another...</span>a sigh left her lips.<br/><br/>"This bitch is crafty boys, don't get too close. Keep your blunder on her McCloy."<span style="font-style: italic">Bullets. Great.</span>She now knew much time had to have passed, the advent of guns was in the world.