As Feign is slumped against the fqar wall of the trash truck, his arm hangs bonelessly, draped between his shoulder and the floor in a way that is clearly unhealthy.  The bones are shattered, completely beyond repair.<br/>___<br/><br/>Riposte flings herself along the alleyways in a magnificent sprint.  The sounds of gunfire are echoing from almost every direction, though the route she chose is practically abandoned.  She keeps her eyes open nonetheless, ready for the fighting to spill into this alleyway at any moment.<br/><br/>She is suddenly broken off of her train of thought as the woman's hands snatch her into the alleyway.  The immediate look in her eyes is one of absolute surprise.  That someone here could be so much more skilled than her was surprising.  For a moment, she didn't seem to hear the question, franticly looking up and down her sudden captor for clues to her intention.<br/><br/>Not in the same uniform of the resistance, nor is she dressed like a bikkujin, though she certainly moves and acts like one.  Hasn't moved to kill, yet the outfit and equipment clearly marks her an assassin.  Not someone to blatantly lie to, though possibly not someone who will be sympathetic to the whole truth.<br/><br/>By the time Shadow's hand is fully removed from Riposte's mouth, she has already chosen her words even to the right mix of fear and panic to her tone.<br/><br/>"My brother, he escaped to the Resistance.  I'm Riposte, and I need to find him."<br/><br/>((edited to cover up my obliviousness...  Also, riposte is pronounced re-PAHst.  Yes, it's kinda French.))