There was no time for annoyance or regret.  In times of impending death, the only thing that mattered was the ability to make decisions fluidly, shifting strategies and adapting to new criteria at a moment's notice.  Hesitation meant death.  Tabetha would not allow herself to die.  Not in such an undignified manner.  There were far too many who waited for her gun them down, too many lives to snuff out beneath her heel.  Everything else meant nothing.  Even the lives of others.<br/><br/>Rather than running straight for the Redlight District, shifted her weight and skidded to one side.  The motion placed her near one of the precious few people still milling about the streets.  With a grace unbefitting a butcher, she calmly shoved the startled man behind her.  Unless they cared nothing for an easy meal, it would be enough to preoccupy at least one of the monstrosities.  She glimpsed his face as he fell.  Though he had not yet seen what pursued her, he almost seemed to realize what she had done.  Another face to remember, and remember well.  Tabetha never forgot her dead.<br/><br/>The grim deed done, she wasted no time in sprinted for that hazy crimson glow.  The crowds could be heard even from here, growing louder with each powerful stride.  Her body was alive with fire, all of its energy dedicated to keeping those legs moving against the pavement.  For all she knew the creatures were gone.  It never paid off to check.  The only thing in her view were the scatterings of people shuffling in and out of the district.  Just a few more strides...