Blurred images of people running, muffled screams filling the air...the faint humming of a helicopter getting louder...getting [i]closer[/i]. Looking back down at the ground...is that blood? [color=00a99d][i]Is that...my blood?[/i][/color] John thought, a headache setting in as he moved to put his hands on the ground to push himself up. Suddenly an immense pain shot up his left arm, and John rolled onto his back and looked at his arm to see that it was broken. He slowly lifted himself up into a sitting position with one hand, looking over at the body of Nice. Blood had been pooling up beneath her, seeming to be pouring from her head. [color=00a99d][i]Oh shit...I hit her when I was thrown...her skull must have fractured when it hit the concrete.[/i][/color] John thought as he stared at Nice's face in the puddle of blood...she almost looked asleep. John was soon snapped out of his trance when he heard and saw one of his shock batons hit the ground beside him, accompanied by Chris' rallying words. [color=fff200]"Get up, John! You can still save them!"[/color]

John offered no reply, and simply spat out blood before slowly rising to his feet. He took hold of his broken arm and shifted it back into place as best he could, grunting through his clenched teeth. A news helicopter had arrived on scene, which was doing a decent job of distracting Valkyr as she screamed up into the air. John picked up the shock baton that Chris had tossed at him, and put it away in his coat before picking up the other baton by Nice's body. [color=00a99d]"We've got to go...n-now! We won't be...a-any help...t-to these people if...if we're d-dead. We've got to...r-run...l-lead her away..."[/color] John tried to tell Chris as quickly as he could, before Valkyr could focus her attention back on the two of them. 

By now, this event was broadcasting live by the news helicopter, and sirens could be heard in the distance. John looked down the street and back at Chris. Valkyr then heard the sirens herself and snapped her head around to look dead at Chris and John. She growled menacingly as another set of vials raised out of the back of her suit, injecting the liquids they held into her body once more. [color=00a99d]"F-Fucking hell! W-We...n-need to go...N-NOW!"[/color] John shouted as he turned to run away, holding his broken arm with his good arm almost as if he was carrying a football. Once Valkyr's fresh set of vials had been ejected and fell to the ground, she released a bloodcurdling shriek. Whatever humanity she still had was now completely gone from her, as she continued to growl like she was some wolf defending her claim over a fresh kill.