[center][h2][color=khaki]Angel[/color] - Warehouse[/h2][@Spiffy][@Xandrya][@Gardevoiran][@solokolos][@Old Amsterdam][@Eklispe][/center]
No one was making a move after the warehouse seemed to have been taken from the local gang. Seeing that Farce put away her gun and made a sign to have the others stand down Angel smiled slightly. [color=khaki]"Thank you."[/color] She glanced in the direction that had been indicated before the girl that had entered yelled out and the sound of a crash drew her attention back. Confused one moment and stunned the next she caught sight of Zach's body falling to the floor without his head. Pausing the woman had to weigh her options. Seems she'd misjudged the two, or one perhaps, that had burst through the wall. While she'd seen Farce shoot another person, decapitating someone with their powers was a magnitude higher on the shock factor. The thought sent a chill down her spine and she clenched her fists. 

The man on the catwalk looked to be coming unhinged. The reaction wasn't something she could blame. However it looked like the situation was going to continue to escalate. Changing focus she turned toward the fleeing women. Crouching to one knee she drove the fingers of one hand into the the concrete floor for a handhold. Pushing off and pulling forward she accelerated toward them despite her increased weight. Once out in the open she launched herself into the air. With that momentum and rapid drop in density she soared overhead to tail them from a distance. 

With any luck they wouldn't notice her in the air. People were notoriously bad at looking up unless they knew better. Heck she could fly and she probably didn't pay that much attention when she really thought about it. This also gave her the opportunity to watch the man that was charging after them. This definitely was not how Sarah wanted her day to go.