[Yes this is excellent! Cant wait to see where it goes! Sorry for the delay in response, my internet went down over weekend and it took the company until earlier today to get it fixed, hope I didn't loose your interest in my absence!]

Lixi Turned sharply upon feeling the strand plucked from her head, her body language instantly shifting from the light silent poise of one who wishes not to be seen into the grounded solid stance of one who fears a sudden tackle or attack. Squaring off with the women behind her Lixi eyed her head to toe. A quick glance around told her this was still to exposed of a place for anything. Her gut told her there was more than just the one to be dealt with as well, though she couldn't put a finger on where, who, or even how many others there may be. Back up from the organization for the hunter she now saw perhaps? Not likely... but what did it matter now, an enemy was an enemy, and fighting meant exposure either way.

"Why cant you people just leave me in PEACE!" She shouted in the face of the one who had tracked her "I've never hurt you! I've never done anything to you. Is it so much to want to live out this miserable existence in solitude?!?"

With that she turned on her heels and darted off down the dark alley, jumping over debris and old boxes, even the occasional homeless human huddled against the walls. She hadn't been in this city long, but she knew the outskirts were near. If she could just make it to the river, perhaps she could find somewhere more secluded for the confrontation at least, or avoid it all together. She made turn after turn, never looking back to see if she was fallowed, though she had to assume she was. Finally, as the smell of the putrid water of the badly polluted river accosted her senses, Lixi shrugged off the leather coat and clutched it in her hand. She felt the fabric of the simple t-shirt she wore burn away in the back as the black ethereal flames of her wings unfurled behind her. One last leap over the guardrail send her plummeting toward the rancid smelling water, with her wings catching the downdraft and pulling her back up to glide a few feet above the water.