<ul>Myra heard the sound of movement, but it was so muffled that it was difficult to pinpoint the exact location. Her grey eyes darted around the abandoned factory, unable to discern whether it was just a scared rodent or her target.<br/><br/>The answer became obvious soon enough.<br/><br/>Feeling the full force of his tackle against her back, she had to release her gun in order to cushion the fall. The weapon bounced away out of her reach, and she cursed audibly. The two bodies struggled, until she was pressed with her back against the glass strewn ground and he was on top of her. Grey eyes glanced into his blue ones, her hatred for him obvious enough.<br/><br/>He'd incapacited her arms, but forgot she had other body parts. "Hello, Rhensivar," she purred, before in a blur, she knocked his forehead back with her own, and was scrambling to get back to her feet and find her gun.<br/></ul>