Ptricia sighed. "And me without my portable speaker system. I'm hungry for Meatloaf, and 'Bat out of Hell' would be the perfect background music for this situation... Oh well, can't have everything... Get down low guys, I ain't gonna slow it up for cissies."<br/><br/>The two riders felt her crouch back on her haunches, belly flat to the ground, their own feet brushing the tarmac of the roof. Then, they were suddenly hauled forward, like a rocket-propelled roller coaster ride. With an acceleration that made a sports car look sick, Ptricia leapt forward and landed in a dead run. They could feel her body flexing as her front and back legs came together and reached out.<br/><br/>Of course they only had this experience for about two paces, because that was when she reached the edge of the roof. With an even mightier leap she bounded into the sky, her wings spreading and striking a mighty downstroke that lofted her and them several metres into the air. Another beat and they drifted higher, the club falling away below them, along with the street lights, and the flashing blue of the squad cars.<br/><br/>She landed on the higher building across the street, and ran along its sloped, tiled roof as sure footed as if it was a race track. Another mighty leap and they were up in the air, gliding this time as they drifted high above a major road. Ptricia's great wings beat, and the scene below drifted backwards out of sight.<br/><br/>"Yahooooo! Like a bat out of hell<br/>I'll be gone when the morning comes!<br/>When the night is over,<br/>Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone gone gone!"<br/><br/>Ptricia has decided in the absence of a sound system, she'll have her background acapella. She has a strong alto, with good pitch and timing, and the same lungs which are powering the flight also make sure she doesn't really need a sound system. Anywhere there's a ledge, she lands and runs, and you feel the sudden burst of speed. You'd guess that flying, she's not much faster than a microlight, but on a solid surface, she should be able to outrun anything short of a top end race car, or Reizu's extremely burnt-out bus.<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/><br/><br/>It feels like a ride in a low-slung sports car, except you can feel the living, moving muscles and bones under the unholstery. THere's a slight scent of hineysuckle from the fur underneath your gripping paws, and the fur itself is not coarse as you'd expect, but quite fine and soft. However, from the fact that it's holding the full grip of your paws under high acceleration, the strands must be tougher than kevlar.