Firefly ran faster, her feet hitting the cement hard as she followed Dominik closely, her eyes narrowed. She was holding the cigar in her hands now, cradling the lit part, her body heating up, burning the rest of the cigar into embers, which lighted in her hands. She swiped her hand left, she fire leaping from her hands, headed at the man. It had barely grazed him as he leapt into a building, headed up the stairs.

Unknown to Firefly, someone else noticed the ruckus. He blinked, shading his eyes as he looked up at the now-abandoned building, formally belonging to a bank that didn't fair so well in that location. "…..?" h e decided to check it out.

In the building, Firefly followed Dominik, her eyes narrowed, feeling slightly uneasy, not knowing what he was up to. Nevertheless, she continued after him, darting up the uneven, cement stairs after him. It was a forclosed building- the owners having got rid of it for a long, long time. It was unkept and, quite frankly, nasty- Firefly wrinkled her nose at the stench, faltering a few steps as she lost sight of Dominik. "What the hell i-"

Without warning her sentince was cut off as something slammed into her back. With a grunt she fell to the ground, cracking her jaw on one of the steps. She depreatly tried to get Dominik off, reaching for her pistol that was kept her side, her body heating up. She could smell the scent of smok as Dominik's suit caught on fire, and she forced herself to heat up more, gritting her teeth as she tried to grab Dominik.

Suddenly, she froze, as cold steel was pushed against her head.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Dominik hissed by her ear, and Firefly could smell the stench of whatever thing he was eating last- possibly garlic. "now, Mistress phoenix, what did you think that would accomplish?"

She spotted a few shadows at the corner of her eye, and managed to turn slightly enough to make out a few more men, their eyes directly on her, each one grinning or holding a weapon. Most were doing both. She was laying on the top step of the building, near the roof.

Firefly was dragged onto her feet, blood trickling down from her broken jaw. Deciding not to fight, Firefly simply glared. Normally she would be using fire and attacking them- but that wasn't the best idea with almost ten full-grown men holding weapons. They would tell if she was about to move, and shoot her down. Not like that would do any good, but Firefly wasn't really in the mood to be reincarnated at the moment.

They pulled her closer to the edge, the wind whipping her red-orange hair.

"Say your prayers, little phoenix, and hope that you can fly."