<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea had managed her move perfectly and had gone unnoticed by Ralph. She quickly made her way towards her hiding spot. It had just enough of an elevation that she could easily jump out at Ralph whenever he would pass through. She waited patiently in her spot, ready to jump out at any moment, her body steady and still, unlike minutes before.<br/><br/>She wondered how long it would take Ralph to decide to come this way--but before she could even finish her thought, Ralph flew by and she reacted without hesitation. She flew from her hiding spot, her shoulder landing into Ralph's middle as she tackled him. The two of them rolled across the ground, snow sticking to the both of them as they tumbled. Ralph frantically tried to grab at Lea, but was unable to immediately. It wasn't until they bounced to a stop that the two began to exchange blows. Lea barely managed to avoid a blow to the head with a rock that Ralph had managed to pick up. She wanted to thrust him away from her, but worried that the distance would allow him to escape, so she kept him close, clinging and beating at him. He seemed alarmed by what she was doing, used to struggling against women who only wanted to keep him away.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000"><br/>"You stupid bitch! Let me go!"</span></span>he snarled out as a closed fist made contact with her already bruised cheek. She gave nothing but a grunt, one hand grabbing at the knife hidden on her. She had decided against the gun close range, not wishing to give Ralph the chance to wrestle it from her. The switch blade came out, ready to god and Lea stabbed it into his thigh. The man yelled out in pain, but recovered quickly and reached for Lea's wrist as she pull the blade from his flesh. His hand squeeze her delicate wrist and she felt as it began to break. She gave a cry, but did not give up the knife. Instead she head butt him, making them both dizzy for a second.<br/><br/>Ralph became so enraged that he had forgotten about the car and decided that Lea was the better entertainment for the moment. As she tried to stand up, he easily kicked her knee bringing her back down and climbed on top of her. She didn't give in or hold still, and brought her sore knee up to catch him in the balls. He let go of her only momentarily, and painfully reached for something in his pocket. Lea's heart began to pound, unable to react quickly enough to the gun that was pulled out. Ralph shakily held it up in her direction. She held extremely still and he pulled himself up. She debated on what to do, unsure if Ralph's unsteadiness would fire the gun or if she could manage to reach hers before he pulled the trigger.<br/><br/>She highly doubted it.<br/><br/>Still, she reached for it and, as she had predicted, a gun blast sounded through the air and she felt the hot sensation of a bullet ripping through her right shoulder. She gave a cry, but still had managed to grab the gun, holding it up with her left hand. She wasn't a very good shot with her left, but she would be damned if she didn't get him back. She pulled the trigger and Ralph gave a yell, but the bullet had only grazed his arm. It was probably painful, but by no means fatal. Ralph had dropped his gun in the process and Lea rushed forward, ready to fire again. Ralph stood quickly and began limping away as fast as he could.