<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<br/><strong>Kriss</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</div>  <strong>Location:</strong> Alley between houses #7 and #6<br/>  <strong>Summary:</strong> Jumping over Steve,<br/>    trying to coil her chain around his throat<br/>  <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve<br/><hr/></div>Kriss' experienced eyes saw everything like in slow motion: her opponent using his crossbow to parry her attack, her chain coiling itself around it a couple of times, getting entangled in the mechanism, its momentum just failing to push his arm against his chest. His mask was hiding his face, making his emotions difficult to assess, but from his body language it was clear he was not going to flee or let her pass by freely. He was even clenching his right first, probably to punch her.<br/><br/>Kriss was not sure what he was going to do with his crossbow, but as the chain was far from taut, she did not risk to have it yanked from her hand. Still, she was ready to drop it if it became necessary. She reacted with the swiftness of a panther. Her legs were strong, muscular as those of a runner. After her cunning, they were her strongest advantage. She suddenly crouched and jumped high in the air, doing a flip over the masked man whose fist was punching at the space her body had just occupied.<br/><br/>As she rotated in mid-air, her black mane brushed against his head. She was pivoting so as to land on her feet, either just behind him, or squarely on his back if he did not lunge as far forward as she had anticipated him to do. In all cases, she would be facing his back and ready to coil her chain around his throat.