Watching him go, Fan had an unimpressed look on her face. So he knew that the situation was about to turn violent, and he teleported away<span style="font-style: italic">without her</span>? Well, at least she wouldn't owe him for saving her a second time. That was a silver lining to her likely imminent death. With a sigh that was really more growl than anything, Fan kicked at the tall glass window in the room she was in, oriented away (she hoped) from the resistance members outside. It took several heavy hits, but eventually the pane of reinforced glass toppled easily out of the somewhat less reinforced fixturing, spinning toward the ground below. Grabbing her machete off the table, Fan quickly got her escape plan in order, probably with few seconds to spare. She took a flying leap from the building and deployed the makeshift parachute she'd been working on, disappointed but not surprised when it failed to slow her fall more than a little - but did at least catch enough wind to drop her heavily on the roof of a small building across the street, rather that down to her death. Spitting pained curses, the woman kept as low as she could, creeping to the far side of the roof even as the telltale BOOM of an explosion told her that yes, she *had* been graciously included in the kill order. Wonderful.<br/><br/>What now? She had tried to take the initiative, to get a jump on the enemy and now her lead had abandoned her and her people weren't going to listen. Also the tower was crumbling, thankfully not towards the structure she was on. At least for now, it seemed that it would have been better if that demon hadn't gotten involved, she wasn't sure she could have made it without him but he was becoming a lot more trouble than he seemed to be worth.<br/><br/>So... Step one. Find him. Step two, beat the piss out of him for ditching her in this situation. And then step three, work with him to topple hell's entire empire basically single-handedly. Great. Although, even breathing was hurting enough that step zero was going to be 'wait until your ribs stop crying.' Yeah. Biting her lip, Fan dragged herself behind the relative shelter of a rooftop entrance and plotted. Oh, that little weasel was gonna regret leaving her behind. She laughed at the absurdity of the threat, in this state she could barely have injured a fly. Of course, the whole situation was absurd. There was probably a moral in all this, but it would have to wait...