[center][h1][color=ed1c24]SCARLET SHADOW
红色阴影[/color][/h1][/center]

Scarlet Shadow had to act fast, she couldn’t afford to let the scientists sound the alarm. Even with her abilities she had no desire to face dozens of heavily armed guards in a facility on high alert. Ignoring the shouted warnings of the approaching guards the master thief sprang to action. In the blink of an eye her blade was from it’s sheath and in mere seconds it was buried in the gut of the nearest guard, a shocked cry coming from his mouth as his eyes widened. 

In a flash Scarlet Shadow made for the next two guards, punching them hard in the throat simultaneously. Both fell to the floor with heavy thuds, gasping for air as they thrashed about. The other guards opened fire, Scarlet Shadow sprinting off to the left, her super speed allowing her to avoid the rounds fired. With a flick of her wrist she tossed a smoke grenade and crossed the room with another burst dodging more bullets. The grenade exploded and dispersed a thick cloud of smoke that blinded and choked the remaining five guards, two of whom fired wildly around the room in hopes of hitting their assailant. As bullets plinked and ricocheted against the metal walls, Scarlet Shadow made her way over to the first guard who lay curled up on the floor sobbing slightly as blood pooled around him. With a grimacing expression she yanked the sword still buried his his gullet free ignoring his sharp cry of agony. 

It was simplicity dealing with the remaining five guards, Scarlet Shadow dancing about through the cloud of smoke and killing them with single brisk strokes of her blade, even taking off the head of the final man. Her feeling of victory was short-lived as red lights lit up the walls around her followed by the wailing drone of alarms from all around. She had taken too long dispatching the men now lying about her and allowed the scientists to sound the alarm. As the smoke cleared she looked about, the floor “painted” a deep crimson red. Scarlet Shadow preferred not to kill but this time she had no choice, wrinkling her nose at the strong metallic scent of fresh blood. 

She wiped her blade on the sleeve of a nearby corpse and - after sheathing it - decided to make her way into the next room. With any luck she could take to the vents again and maneuver through the facility even on high alert. If nothing else - while not liking the idea - she would carve her way through the entire place if she had to.