She walked along the paths swaying her thighs with unbelievable confidence, if not obnoxious disdain. Untouchable. She moved as if silently wishing Hirohito's trained security would catch up to her. Would even dare attempt to impede her escape. When the irruption happened and the screams and disorientation broke out, she paused in her tracks. Then slowly and deliberately looked back over her shoulder placing a fingernail between her brightly colored lips. Its taunting visual explicitness was already evident, yet the Urban Ronin was nothing if not theatrical. In addition to the aforementioned barb, she snapped her head back offering a sexually loaded side-eye and highlighted hip extension.
Of course it ignited an immediate pursuit. It was what she had been craving all along.
After all, why should Val get to have all the murderous fun huh?
In the form of an experienced runner she stylishly dashed, kicking her heels off through the sheer explosive force of her strides, leaving them to tumble across the pathway in her wake.
Bullets narrowly whizzed past her head but she never broke from her form. Arms knifing through the air. Legs galloping like an unleashed stallion. Diving hands first to catch the hood of a parked car, bringing her legs quickly underneath to cat-walk over the obstruction. "GET THE (*&^ OUT!" she snarled. Yanking the driver's side door open and jerking the civilian out into the street.
With a simple push-pull action of the vehicles H-pattern sequential shifter, the tires lit up and the car briefly fish-tailed before blasting off. Brazenly breezing through the immediate traffic light and then power-sliding in a delayed 180 up and onto the nearest freeway ramp. And just like that, she was gone.