At some point her walking became skipping with delight as her twisted thoughts went around her head. Her time of merriment though ended swiftly as she turn a corner with a surprise in front of her. The End seemed to of decided to make an appearance, for what purpose she did not care yet right before her was an opportunity. To fight and perhaps win, that's what her psychotic side wanted. To fight, to kill, to taste the sweet, metallic blood of her foe as the life drained from his eyes as payment for his cowardly deeds. Her more logical side that resided at the back of her head though told her not to. To wait and perhaps even watch. There was no telling what this man could do and perhaps it could give her a lead on what he did to her Asyr.
 
She sunk back into the shadows disappearing from view as if she had never been there and took her front row seat to the rooftops above awaiting whatever this coward was here to do.