<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/23blonde3_zps656a14ef.jpg)</div><br/>The sound of gunfire caught her attention rather quickly, and she ended the call without confirming the location of the other person.  Hearing the bang echoed through the cell phone was confirmation enough.<br/><br/>Her body spun into action, moving rapidly as she veered her way through the herd of people and towards the sound of the bullets.  It didn't take her long to have eyes on the assailant, more than enough time to draw her gun from her purse in the heat of the moment.<br/><br/>Grace didn't mind being a target, so long as she could make sure she wouldn't threaten the lives of the innocent when she was.  She moved up against the wall as she approached with beating feet, getting ready to be shot at and hopefully ensuring that any bullets aimed at her wouldn't hit anything more organic than brick and stone...provided she could dodge well enough.<br/><br/>Her oversized handgun, the Desert Eagle .50 flew up into her grasp.  She didn't bother aiming, because she wasn't going to actually use the iron sights on the weapon.  The recoil was simply too much for her, and she had to aim significantly lower than what she wanted to hit.  However, she was more than talented enough at doing so.<br/><br/>She noticed the spell, but it didn't stop her from bringing the weapon up in the general direction of the shooter's center of mass.  "Give it up," she said rather plainly, always one to let the gun do her intimidating on her behalf.  It usually didn't work, but then, that was free will.