No one runs faster than you.
Fianna's legs unfurled at a tremendous rate to carry her across the rooftops in the cocoon of a blur, they hurdled her over urban chasms with the innate skill found in a wild deer, whilst those blue-green eyes of hers keenly smothered the alleys and paths beneath them in search of their elusive quarry.
Her eyes had begun to tire of vacant alleyways by the time she sped past a blotch of grey, soon to be obscured from view by the same building she had vaulted over. A leather-clad heel scraped down the terracotta roof tiles, her remaining empty hand clutched the chimney in passing, slaughtering her stride so that she might catch another glance of the entity.
A charcoal-coloured skeleton, its thin shoulders host to the sort of coat one would expect to find in a laboratory, a hoary wisp of hair settled between its shoulder blades, slivers of ivory white adorning what little she could see of its jaw. This lanky, skulking figure was, without a doubt a doubt in her mind, the source of the disturbance that had been so abruptly concealed minutes earlier. Whilst her lungs ate through air as though it was going out of fashion, the foundations of a plan for a pre-emptive strike began to settle neatly into place.
... and they were promptly dented by the skittering of dislodged roof tiles - then they were demolished entirely by the faint, horrifyingly sharp smash of terracotta shattering across the ground below. Beneath her pitifully minute smile, her jaw locked itself shut, her teeth grated against one another, a silent curse at the expense of her luck. That had not been a part of her plan.
Her once hasty breath stopped dead halfway down her windpipe, her sword arm choked her blade between its gloved fingers, and her eyes widened to obsess upon the back of the figure trudging through the alley below her. A series of fleet-footed steps and a single hasty bound carried her off of the offending slope and onto the flat roof belonging to its neighbour before more damage could be dealt to the structure and her freshly-killed plan could be desecrated further.
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