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occ: I guess I always saw Art more like Jaws in James Bond. Almost to good but so unlucky you had to like him.


Pseok was slighlty annoyed by now. "Well then maybe it was a super powerful human from planet Oblarbar weakened by exposure to citrus fruits but still strong enough to take down a small elephant. Sure there's a lot to consider but lets not go crazy."

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Elfair was taken by surprise as the tiger-man ran past but fortunately he didn't seem to notice her at all. He ran to an alley on the oposite side of the road and seconds later the hole mob came following. Thinking quickly she clutched at her face and dropped onto her knees, pretending to be hurt (or maybe drunk, she hadn't quite made up her mind).
The crowd passed her, to wrapped up in their anger to pay any attention to the injured, no, drunk (definately drunk, easier to ignore) girl moaning at the roadside.

In the alley people started shouting. She made out the words "Under Control," and risked uncovering her eyes and looking up. for a second before lowering her head she felt she saw someone looking in her direction. She quickly curled up again and heard the crowd cheering. Then someone else started shouting, though she couldn't make out the word over the noise of the crowd. There were footsteps running away and then a shadow came over her. She looked up between her fingers to see two men standing over her, one holding a gun.

She suddenly felt confined in the gloves and boots she wore. Knwong she was in danger and deep down feeling no choice but to defend herself, her hands went to the ground, muscles tense, she bared her teeth and hissed at the men standing over her. She leapt aside as the man fired his gun, springing forward with her arms and legs. The shot missed, but not a bullet, which puzzled some part of her deep down. She was on her feet now and twisted round to attack the men, jumping at them. Another shot fired with a quiet hiss (not like the bang of a bullet) and this time her luck failed.
A surge of numbing pain shot straight into her torso. shocked out of the leap she landed badly, twisting her ankle. Unconsciousness swept over her like a wave of sticky oil.
"Sh. w.s ..lp.ng th.. m.rder.r......" She heard a few broken voices crying out, and then nothing but silence.
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