[color=violet]Jinx, confident that she had lost the convoy of soldiers and military forces, hopped briskly from rooftop to rooftop, listening in on the moans of obscene pleasure from that girl, driven mad by her own survival instincts, by the pleasure and pain she was feeling. She accelerated on ahead of the trail Jazen had left, and drops down silently into the street, leaning against a corner and waiting, her tails flowing from side to side, pressed up against the rough, brick surface, her fur bristled. She held her .500 pistol in one paw absently, though she was perhaps doubting herself, maybe her rivalry with Jazen wasnâ€™t as strong, or her seeking of revenge. Maybe it was more of a lust for him, or something else she couldnâ€™t describe. Either way it was irritating her and it had to stop right now. Jazen wasnâ€™t too far off, she could hear him, smell him, almost feel him. So with that she popped out from behind the corner, raised her pistol into the air as she went, and fired a crack shot off straight for his right shoulder, the same place she had earlier shot his â€œillusionary formâ€