<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Desperately in need of another drink.  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Delilah just stared blankly as Arathel went storming past her and through the flaming door like it was so much tinder, the sounds of gunshots and screams and howls and some infernal<em>droning</em>crashing out briefly before fire rushed in to swallow up the gap again.  She scratched the side of her head like her hair was full bugs, lips curled and teeth bared.<em>'Shit.  Fuckin' shifter in there, I can practically smell it.  SHIT!'</em>Oily, hateful thoughts bubbled up until all she saw was red, but something stopped her from simply running back to her truck and trying to grab some heavy ordinance.  Namely the multitude of cops milling around uselessly.  The last thing she needed was to get arrested while on the job.<br/><br/>"I've got no<em>fuckin'</em>idea man," she said to the nearest officer that tried to question her.  Difficult as it had been, she'd managed to calm herself down enough to not look like she was liable to punch somebody out.  "I just stopped in fer a drink, came out to stop some bitch from beatin' the shit out o' some geezer, then the whole damn bar exploded.  That's all I got ta say ta ya.  Kin I git or what?  I ain't stickin' around if there's some fuckin' gun-totin' terrorists about to come stormin' outta there."