<span style="color: violet"> Jinx was too busy being a furry-lawnmower, the soldiers being the grass, to notice Jazenâ€™s grin, as she blended near effortlessly in between the many attempts to catch, shoot, stab, and every other way they could think of to kill or capture her. But she couldnâ€™t keep it up for much longer, she knew eventually theyâ€™d get back to a suitable range and just fire in all directions, and her armour wasnâ€™t strong enough to deflect that many bullets. And her claws, diamond-hard and sharp as they were, could only move that fast to block in one direction, not multiple ones. Darnit, Jazen, whyâ€™d I have to save your ass? She thinks to herself, before the shit quite literally hit the fan. The tank had pulled round the corner, the soldiers had ran off, and its cannon and machine guns were aimed straight for her. Her eyes widened, time slowing down to a crawl as for a moment she saw everything flashing before her eyes. She then interrupted this process, as fascinating as it might have been, and hurled herself into the air, just 5 inches over a tank shell as it hit the ground below her. She just escaped the blast by a centimetre, the sheer force of it propelling her jump to a greater height as she landed on the same rooftop she had jumped from. Her heart beating at a slightly unhealthy pace, she hides against the wall as machine gun fire burst out and smashed into the brick surface, thinly separating her from the hot lead trying to penetrate her. Well, it wasnâ€™t the first time a bunch of assholes had tried to do that, and it wouldnâ€™t be the last. Her sixth sense stinging, she dove forward as another tank shell hit the wall sheâ€™d just been leaning against. Cursing to herself she sprinted to the roof top edge and threw herself off it, making herself scarce as quickly as possible, and following Jazenâ€™s scent whilst she did so.<br/></span>