"How... eventful."

Ava was unmoved from where she had fired. Her hair had been barely moved by the gale, a huge, back scorpion shielded her from the wind with its shell, deployed and enlarged in an instant of danger. Removing her hand from the puppets abdomen, it shrunk back down to a more reasonable size, about that of a large dog. Ava wasn't about to put it away just yet, not without knowing where that man had gone, and most certainly not with so many witnesses around that might prove to be a problem.

The man's... hostage? Next victim? Daughter? Maybe it was a love gone wrong? It was unlikely, but not implausible. Well, whatever the girl was to him, it seemed that she was fine, for better of for worse. Ava really couldn't have cared less about some girl's living or dying. Pulling back the strings connecting to the two wayward arrows, Ava reloaded them back into her hidden crossbows. Even though she had her puppet, she felt uneasy without the backup weaponry.

With only a cursory glance at the girl, Ava spun around, grinding the remains of a white ornate teacup to dust beneath her foot, and walked away. She wasn't one for social gatherings, unless of course it was under her circumstances. The gray girl paused, almost entirely swallowed by the shadows of a side alley. What was she in this city for? Ava continued walking away.