<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/BlackCatBA.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Felicia Hardy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Black cat<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Wade Wilson<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Her eyes went wide in amazement and shock when she noticed that she had indeed drawn blood, but the wounds were healing right in front of her eyes. The gush of red liquid turned to a mere trickle to eventually stop altogether, all in less than a minute.<em><strong>“Great…”</strong></em>she mumbled to herself. Of all the goons she could have encountered, she had to run into one who was nearly invulnerable. Her mind was going into overdrive. Clearly she was in a battle she could not possibly win. No amount of wounds she inflicted would slow him down, and the longer their scrap lasted, the more likely it became his blades would eventually land.<br/><br/>She ducked out of the way of his blade, avoided the other by turning around and slipping to his side. With uncanny speed of motion she then deployed her grapnel. It stuck near the top of one of the large pillars of trees that surrounded the clearing. She let herself be pulled upwards towards the thick foliage above. Eventually she landed on a branch near the top. Knowing she had little time to waste, she started her acrobatics routine, going from branch to branch and tree to tree, moving ever further away from the clearing and its ruins. She would return to them later, provided she got away from her pursuer.<br/><br/>She knew instinctively that the man would follow her, the only question was how long he would keep it up before giving up the chase. The green of the trees and leaves turned into a blur as she moved across the jungle at a break neck pace, improvised trapeze style. She didn’t even dare to glance over her shoulders in the fear of losing a critical second of time.<br/>