35. The rabbit or the rogue?

As the area with which she can drive, gets smaller, her situation grows more and more dire,then as if divine intervention happened, one of the cut off vehicles sneaks out of a narrow alley, ramming Silvers ride hard, slamming and pinning her stroller, giving her a perfect dust cloud to vanish, rolling hard across the rooftop of the building she was thrown on to,This little fighter scrambles off. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, only a shadow catching the eyes of some hunters, and like hounds with a scent, they bolt out of their vehicles, giving chase, some hopping up to follow on the roof tops, others track her movements through the alleys and streets,trying to box her in. Unbeknownst to them, she is dragging all these greed filled hunters to a tight place that only some of her stature has the advantage. Unfortunately, she is forced to dodge bullets,arrows and all sorts of spells, some landing and searing her skin, others causing a rebuff like making her slower, but she ignores these, choosing to draw them to them slum section of the city. As they draw nearer, the frustration of the hunters can be heard as they try taunting and teasing her, attempting to get her to fight. Not taking the bait she pushes on, covered in sweat and dust, finally reaching an alley that is out of sight, silver jumps down, using her speed and small stature to vanish amidst the dust and vegetation, spawning a turret in sneaky spots as she slinks through the overgrown city, placing her turrets like traps all over the alley as she moves, slowly entering a dark narrow space, barely big enough for one small framed adult, settling into the dark, her tiny claws extended, hair looking wild and feral. It doesn't take long before her first victim is about to walk past the tiny alley, when with a silent whoosh, followed quickly by gurgling sounds on for a few moments as one hunter is taken down and dragged into the darkness, soon followed by two more...then five...when the thick coppery smell gives her hiding murder hole away, but it means nothing as a group of ten attempt to enter,practically pushing the one bearing a massive tower shield, and wearing thick, full body armor. But almost as if a ghost was the one they were hunting, silver hops over the shield, immediately slashing the throat of a ranger, followed by the next ones, slashing rapidly as she dances off the narrow walls, before leaving the shield bearer behind, vanishing down the street, her arm soaked to nearly the shoulder from the blood sprays. Hearing the bucket head shambling behind her loudly, silver chuckles as the call is let out, attracting nearby hunters who converge faster than silver can leave, but that's fine. 'Dinner's served, and I am famished...' Silver thinks, mentally licking her lips as she dashes from alley to alley criss crossing as the get closer, until she can catch the unsuspecting few with a clean slash across their throats, but this time she didn't come out unscathed, their teammates being more mindful, or faster, managed to take the opportunity to land several blows, one having landed a mace on her side, another an arrow through her empty shoulder, and a sword slash to her back, though she healed quickly, her bloodied visage is slowly growing.like this, silver spends hours, the sun slowly breaking the horizon once more, nearly a hundred corpses and half as many wounds, her turrets are still wreaking havoc here and there.

Back at the tower. At first for the first couple hours were quiet except for the continuous pacing and grumbling of micah. The bounty voice speaks again, almost excited when it asks. "How...would the lot of you like to watch with front row seats to the sheer carnage happening? The massacre? Hm anyone?" Hearing this micah stops his head snapping around the room in search of the voice. "Of course! Show us!" He answers without hesitation, only to be met with a holographic screen nearly crashing into his face, but on it is something he never thought he would see, limbs flying, cars exploding, hunters chasing a tiny figure moving in the shadows like a ghost, a violent one. 'In the nine hells, what kind of girl did I choose to get tangled up with...' Micah thinks, his eyes darting from one side of the screen to the other, witnessing madness over a single person. Like this, the group has a front row seat to watch the efforts of their proclaimed leader.

Outside the battle is raging on, hours pass, bodies are piled, alleys are soaked in blood, and an exhausted silver can be seen locked in a fight with three mid level power houses, barely dodging swift sword strikes, only to be forced back by spell bound arrows, or the dangerously silent rogue, hiding in the shadows, taking chances here and there to get deep cuts on silvers unprotected side. Silver growing exhausted and running dangerously low on mana needs to change tactics and get rid of these stronger fighters soon, her wounds may heal, but they are taking a toll. A ruthless glint fills her eyes, her thoughts racing, most of her tricks used up, her turrets ate elsewhere and can still be heard causing carnage denying the weaker foes passage to join this group. 'What can i do? Im tapped dry and no one in the city has enough for me to replenish enough...i need to catch them off guard but how?...i need to strike their sharp shooter he is the one getting the closest to ending me...' Her thoughts race as she does her best, dodging, deflecting, giving ground left and right, when she sees it, the sharp shooter looking away and the rogue seeming relaxed having fallen into a complacent trance. A faint smile blooms under the bloody mask of silvers face, her hand flashing as she dives, rolling low under the sword, a typical dodge, but this time, it was coordinated, her hand raises and the massive magnum id there, pulling the trigger once, before flicking her hand and rapidly firing a second time at the rogue, she summersaults over the swordsman landing out of reach of the last swing that would've nearly cleaved her in half. Admiring for a moment her results, a beheaded sharpshooter, and a grievously wounded rogue, his insides spilling out. With this her full attention falls on the now lone swordsman, a smile filled with sadistic mirth spreads, sending shivers down the swordman spine. "Don't run, you'll only die tired." Silver says, repeating what their rogue had said earlier before they boxed her in. With this, silver moves freely, dancing around the swordsmans blade, now able to match his speed without worry, she dances with his blade, slashing through hid armor, and eventually gaining wounds on flesh ad she narrowly evades the sword, showing a complete understanding of both speed and flexibility to a degree only a feline could master. Soon a short ten minutes pass and a lifeless swordsman joins the rest, Stealing the daggers of the rogue, the bow of the sharpshooter, and the sword of the swordsman, all good pieces, the bow being a low tier dungeon artifact with one or two traits lending it decent power. With that Silver moves, deep into the city, killing any she comes across as she goes, these ones mostly weak, nothing like the coordinated group earlier that nearly had her. Finding a quiet spot in a tiny dark stairwell,silver hides behind it getting comfortable. After a few, she dozes. Too tired to keep fighting and too drained despite all the mana potions, she takes this moment from the battle.