She pulled her leg back, stretching her calves as she considered him, her hair pulled back in a loose braid. After a moment, she gave him a bit of a wave. "Good luck."
She was standing on the rooftop, the breeze stirring the strands that had gotten loose from her braid. She crouched down, letting her breaths move with the wind.
Eventually Tutlier came on the stage. He greeted the people, and began talking. After a moment, something happened. No shot was heard, but a bullet whizzed through the air, tearing into the synthetic skin, ripping apart the metal, revealing his non-human skeleton. The crowd was silent in shock, before disturbed shouts erupted, and people went wild.
She stood up, letting the afternoon light as she waited for just a moment, letting the attention gather on her.
The crowd hardly seemed to care about the assailant, focused more on the betrayal of such a trusted member of society. However, the guards certainly seemed to care, speaking to each other and moving toward her position.
She paused, looking down at them once she realized that she had caught their attention. She gave them a playful wave before turning and taking off across the rooftops, darting away from the scene.
She sprinted along the edges of the rooftops, making leaps that she had made hundreds of times before. She took a jump off of a trellis, her feet making satisfying noises against the shingled rooftop. Using her momentum, she pushed off of the edge of a wall, forcing herself up towards a higher rooftop. She grunted as she made contact, and pulled herself up quickly, the palms of her hands stinging.
She gasped as a bullet whizzed past her cheek. Too close. She threw herself over the edge, returning back to the lower, but more convoluted levels. It would take longer here, but she’d be less exposed.
They were already behind, but now that they lost sight of her, it would be hard for them to catch her again.
