She heard the pull of the trigger. In fact, Cecilia could hear everything, even heart rate.

'Shadow Master' as they called him was panicking -just a little. His heart rate was 88 bpm. If he was the 'Master of Shadows', a little money probably didn't mean anything. He was not after the money.

He was after her. 

Cecilia was fairly used to combat. Never let your guard down. She never left her defences down. There was always a wall of high pressure around her. Nothing could hit her,  he could try but nothing has ever penetrated the wall. It would get flung back in the opposite direction at higher speeds.

"Click." Now, it was flying back at the Shadow Servant.

If he was bringing out his guns, time for her to bring out her big guns. Literally. 

She was the eye. The calm before the storm. The lightning before the thunder.

Peace.
Calm.
Tranquility.

The wind was her eyes, ears and hands. 

"Steal." The wind snaked itself around, tightening its grip before yanking.

Every weapon in a 10km radius was hers now. They circled around her. Knives, guns, swords and...even whips? 

"Initiate." This city she was in-- all it needed was a little push. A little push and a cyclone would start. There was an abundance of hot air. Good. She wouldn't have to put too much effort into controlling the wind.

She was in the middle of it all. He would be stupid to try and get past walls of weapons and freezing air just to get to her.