Grim Eyes walked lightly, moving swift as she could when her whole body ached like she'd been through a stampede. Her left arm dangled useless at her side, the bitten, slightly lacerated hand wrapped tight. Her shoulder was on fire, throbbing every time she moved, but she had lost sight of everyone when the scene changed.

She crouched behind a hunk of twisted metal, her ears tilted uncertainly back at the loud, sharp sounds of gunfire. She didn't recognize the noise - it sounded like a bark of thunder, and Grim Eyes didn't trust it.

A loud crack! sounded near her, and she moved purely out of reflex to the pain that hit her, letting out a pained yelp that sounded more like a snarl and throwing herself out into the street.

She didn't see the person she ran into until the last possible moment and let out another surprised bark. "Move, dammit!"