With a deep gasp of wonderful lovely air the darkness that had been creeping across Break Necks vision was banished to where it came and relief flooded through her. But of course the feeling of relief wasn’t to last as before she could even start to stand up, pushing past the waves of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her, they were surrounded once again by henchmen.

“Didn’t I just finish you guys off?” Break Neck muttered in disappointment when she looked up. 

Just how many of these guys were there!? Why the heck were they targeting a restaurant? If they were hungry they could’ve just gotten something the MacDonald’s down the road! Heck there was even a bank near there why weren’t they there!? Her rambling internal complaint would’ve continued, teeth grinding away almost audibly, but she was then promptly distracted with the request to start fighting.

While Break Neck happily obliged with the request the shifters sudden grotesque changes had initially caused her some alarm and a deafening bang nearby accompanied the explosion of pain around her arm. With a cry and ringing in her ears Break Neck returned the favour slamming her palm into the nearest henchmen’s shoulder after a quick dash resulting in a satisfying pop and the Henchmen scream with a now useless arm as smoke began to swirl around them, a few of the other henchmen being taken down by her teammates. Dropping down under the incoming fire, and her left hand went down ready to take her weight, and struck out a leg towards another henchmen’s knee caps but ultimately missed.

Break Neck swore loudly from the shards of pain ripping through her arm and it gave out under her dropping her to the ground, a quick glance confirmed her fears and blood dribbled happily from a small hole through her jacket near the middle of her upper arm where the bullet had gone in. Break Neck didn’t want to think about the exit wound right now. 

“We’re out numbered.” She shouted through gritted teeth at the others. “We need the others in here.”