[center][color=fdc68a][h1]Yeva Darbinian[/h1][/color]
[sub][@GrizzTheMauler][@Dealdric][@Saquira][@Tybalt Capulet][@Overlord Thraka][/sub][/center][hr]

The constant, rhythmic [i]'Thud. Thud.'[/i] of the Enigma was really getting on the young woman's nerves. Not only was this [i]thing[/i] massive, it also made a lot of noise. If this place was populated, they'd all be noticed in an instant. Not only that. They were also amassing way too many people. Four was a sizeable number, not enough to get noticed, however this Diver thing counted for at least three.

Suddenly more voices called out behind her. She felt a vein burst in her temple. She stopped in her tracks as she turned around, her gun instantly aimed at the [i]whore's[/i] head. She clicked her tongue as she noticed the were-lion she had in tow. Too many people. Way too many people. [color=fdc68a][i]'Fuck this. I'm out.'[/i][/color], she thought in frustration. [i]'Clack...Clackclack.'[/i] Three small cylinders fell from Yeva's pocket, rolling along the cobblestone for a moment before bursting; releasing a thick smoke around everyone. As silently as a whisper, the Darbininan split from the group running through the alleyway, making seemingly random turns to throw off any would-be pursuer. 

She wasn't about to share this shard with any of them.