Lexa didn't need to be told twice. In a swift move she knelt down, grabbing the gun in one hand and Jack's arm in the other. She took off, weaving through the frantic crowd to a now abandoned stall of potted flowers. Lexa ducked under it, eyes aimed skyward. Once they were fully under the table and out of sight of the crowd they snapped out of existence.

Lexa and Jack reappeared an instant later on the roof of a building. If they were being targeted they needed to stay away from anyone that might get hurt. She threw the gun down on the flat roof with a clatter.

[color=crimson]"No-killing rule is suspended. Civilians are off limits."[/color] Her words were short and clipped as her eyes scanned the area. She was tired of being hunted. What happened to the good old days when she just showed up to a crime scene and kicked ass?

[i]Christ[/i], her life had gotten odd if those were the [i]good[/i] old days.

Lexa was regretting leaving her sword at home. (What was she supposed to do? Bring it to a farmer's market?) But at least she still had two blackbelts, superpowers, and a semi-reformed homicidal madman on her side. Considering her latest foes, that apparently wasn't anything special. But at least it evened the playing field a bit.

Her eyes flashed gold when they landed on a figure on a far roof. [color=crimson][i]Found you.[/i][/color] It seemed they'd been found, too. The figure's arm cocked back and released, sending something small and razor sharp flying towards them. Lexa, still holding Jack's arm, teleported them to another roof, a stone structure between them and the assailant.

[color=crimson]"You wanna tell me what this one does?"[/color] Lexa [i]really[/i] wasn't interested in a rerun of the last fight she'd had with Jack's card buddies.