ANGELA NEVIN
Angela's boot's made no sound on the pavement as she loped down the street, her gold eyes glowing ominously on her face as they swept the area in front of her, keeping in the shadows. Her body feminely muscled, lithe and strong. When she moved, she moved fast and poignantly, taking down whomever or whatever stood in her way. Her cellphone purred in her pants pocket, vibrating to get her attention. She slipped the sleek piece of technology out and flipped it open, answering the voice on the other end with short, quipped responses. She slowed down to a fast paced walk, pushing her short, black hair out of her face and glanced at the street sign on the corner.
"Fine, consider it done," Angela said calmly before she flicked the phone closed and slid it back into her back pants pocket. She hoped that this contact was more reliable then the last one had been. She sighed and took off into a inhuman sprint, almost blurring.
Sat around
Going down
How about a little reaction, man?
You can barely stand
b***h slap, slow attack
Man that was practically suicide
Next in line
Going down
How about a little reaction, man?
You can barely stand
b***h slap, slow attack
Man that was practically suicide
Next in line
