Shifting the weight in her arms with another curse, Reaper regained her footing before continuing on her journey, having started just on the other side of the house and quickly ducking to and fro in shadows – reappearing meters away as though walking through portals. Scarlet Shifter seemed to weigh as much as the tower she was just minutes before – and how quickly things had dissolved from that tiger! But if Reaper’s muscles were protesting she couldn’t feel it currently as her abilities muffled the pain, allowing her to dip into another shadow and reappear another two blocks down.

The sounds of fighting had faded. Logically, this meant Reaper had succeeded in bringing Scarlet Shifter far enough away from the battle they wouldn’t easily be found. Emotionally, her heart twisted with worry at the thought that the tide might’ve turned with them down a teammate. Yet the objective came first. Reaper knew that. It didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. Luckily one person wasn’t a huge strain on her – though she [i]was[/i] panting by the time she found herself a few more blocks away. From here it was one more shadow step – one more strain on her abilities – and picking out the shadows in a darkened office building to get inside.

It was entirely possible to continue towards HQ, but Reaper and Scarlet Shifter were a ways away now. Stopping allowed Reaper to catch her breath and check on the shapeshifter. The vigilante carefully set Scarlet Shifter on the floor and retrieved her first aid kit once more from under the black hoodie. Taking a kneeling position beside her Reaper began to carefully check the wound – discarding the bloodied bandages to replace once more. Rocking her to and fro in the escape probably wasn’t helping the already aggravated wound.

“[i]I could bring her to Dr. Stagelson…[/i]” Reaper couldn’t help but muse as she studied the wound, rapidly being covered in more gauze and bandage. “[i]It might worry the others if I’m not at HQ though.[/i]” Tying off the bandage soon saw the kit being replaced again – and some materials left on the floor of some poor man’s office who was done for the day.

“[i]At least it’s not one of my buildings…[/i]”