<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sasha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Van Cortlandt Park<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Soveryn<br/><br/>Passing by the trio of haughty artists gave Sasha a soft chill.  She glanced back as she went, noticing especially the one who fit the description of the Toreador.  If she had time, she would follow along, making certain that the peacock was Camarilla and destroying the threat.  Unfortunately, tonight she didn't have that kind of time.<br/><br/>Barely any time had gone by and her thoughts had shifted to other things by the time the Lasombra appeared.  Her body swung and her fists clenched in reflex, but she didn't attack.  It was easy, far too easy to simply throw yourself at each and every threat which could prove problematic, but it didn't fit the way of the urban wilderness very well.<br/><br/>As it was, his confirmation was welcomed with a soft smile as he clarified her suspicions.  "Top of the herd," she explained, gesturing over to the other two following the Toreador as she changed direction.  "They'll scatter when we strike the leader, but she may try to run.  I'll try to set her up to run into that alley," she points, "if she cheetahs away."  She gave him a moment in case he had anything else to add, and if not, started moving to get into position.<br/><br/>Her plan was simple, as all good plans were.  If she attacked head on from a direction opposite that particular alley, the mortals would run in fright and the Toreador would either stand and fight or try to flee into the alley.  She would just have to give the Lasombra what she thought was enough time to get into the alley before the assault began.