The woman reached into her cape, her hands moving up and down as if priming something as she followed the group of men. Even though she stuck to the shadows and ducked down alleys when a man turned around to check for followers, the green woman didn't let them get too far ahead. Ahead meant loosing them. Loosing meant death; something which she would avoid at all costs.

Ducking down yet another alley, the woman was, for a few moments, grateful for her training. If her previous 'mission' hadn't been ruined by those small schoolgirls, she would have done the exact same thing she was doing now. But she had let herself be seen, so the Gale Force had moved to intercept her. Now it was on a much larger and more dangerous level. They had weapons too, as was evident by the amount of blood of the man they were leaving (and had left) behind.

Finally, they stopped in an area free from buildings, most likely to rest. Even to the soldiers, who trained night and day, carrying a body of a full-grown man for the distance that they had deserved a small rest.

The woman smiled, not kindly. Perfect.

She kept walking, but now used the alleys as an advantage, moving around the soldiers until she was in front of them. But she still stuck to the shadows in case she didn't get them all. The woman wouldn't risk them seeing any of her, for there were a select few people who would guess, and a select fewer, know, that it was she.

She slowly pulled a weapon out from underneath her cloak. It wasn't anything recognizable, for it was of the resistance and had been altered many times. It looked like a gun and, even though there were other uses for it, would tonight be used as one.

She closed one eye for better aim and after a few moments, fired. Immediately, a man fell without a sound. It was so quick and the men were so involved in other things that she managed to immediately shoot down two more before the three remaining noticed anything. How unobservant they were.

But that turned out to be only luck, for the three remaining men immediately took a defensive position with their backs in the center and facing three different directions .It looked almost comical. Almost, for the woman knew exactly how effective it would be.

And to add to the terrible odds, she had to reload. She paused a moment, before doing so and shooting the man facing her. Not the smartest, and she knew this, but she wouldn't have been able to shoot the two others in the position they were in. Immediately, the two other ones turned in her direction and fired. Luckily, they both went wide, but there was nothing for her to duck behind. They'd hit her soon enough. She just had to hit them first.

With that thought in mind, she shot once again, but only hit one man in the arm. Not enough to kill… yet.

The men shot at the woman again. One bullet missed widely, as the shooter couldn't see. The other one, unfortunately, hit her in the shoulder, causing an involuntary grunt of pain to fly from her lips. Her eyes widened as this happened, knowing what a mistake it was.

The men knew it too; they now knew where the woman was. But before they could shoot, a bullet flew from her location. It hit the wounded man in the neck, and he fell, motionless, to the ground. The other man glanced down at his fallen partner, giving the woman just enough time to move out of the path of the next bullet.

She shot again, but for the last time. The last man fell. Now they were all dead. All, that is, except for the man she had been trying to save. …Hopefully.

The woman waited for a few seconds, in the shadows, before ticking the weapon back into her skirts. Then, she ran over to the man, falling to hew knees at his side. She placed two fingers where his head met his neck; the easiest place to find a pulse, she had found. She pressed down slightly until she felt a heartbeat, and quickly removed her hand.

Immediately, she felt immense relief. She hadn't killed for nothing; he was still alive. And would stay so if she had anything to say about it.

Nobody would be coming to her location for many hours. It was deserted; nobody had heard the gunshots. The woman could afford a few moments of waiting before she decided what to do next.

While she thought about what to do, debated with herself over it, the woman absentmindedly pushed the man's hair back from his face, ran her fingers though it.

Having quickly reached a decision, she stood, only to hear and see the man stir. Dropping down again, she pressed him gently to the ground. If the man moved, he could hurt himself further. That couldn't happen.

But the man's eyes opened slowly, sleepily. He gazed up at the woman with unfocused eyes.

"…Fae…?"

"Yero."