Snippet #2700865

"Ah. There he is." She'd replied after seeing the angry elemental return from the depths of the crowd, though the idea of her own death kind of slowed any urge to shake her fist triumphantly in the air as a result of the glorious victory. Axel could very well kill her if he wanted to. However, a much worse fate would befall her if they allowed themselves to be caught and arrested.

She took a breath in to focus, trying to ignore the physical embodiment of flame and destruction looming just above her. Simon suggested something that prompted her to roll her eyes, muttering "Sewer rat..." under her breath. He'd wrenched his hand from her grasp, though she responded with a roll of her eyes and grabbed his wrist instead to stay together as she began hastily moving (likely) in the opposite direction of the mob to get to the alleyways and praying that she wouldn't be trampled.