[Yes! She knows! That's the idea! There's a capital-c-Cause ahead of her, a wrong in the midst of being committed, she can't turn away! It needs documented, if not actively stamped out--
With a mighty, muffled whumpf, a gout of flames bursts from the broken window of a nearby building. Sypha's half-turned away when it goes up, but the blast of heat still crackles across her cheek and neck, drawing the skin tight and tender. She throws up her arm and ducks away, but does not avert her eyes. People instinctively shy from the fire, pressing tighter in the street, buffeting her away, away, away, but Sypha still sees them. Two men, both wearing the shiny uniform shoes of constables under patched coats and shapeless hats, ducking down a side alley.] Wait! You!
[Sypha twists free of the crowd and catches herself on the curb, scrabbling back to her feet to dash after them. She hears her name, carrying over the shouts and shrieks, but one of the plainclothes cops glances over his shoulder and meets her eyes. There's no stopping now.
She makes it all of four steps towards the alley when someone snatches her elbow. Sypha whips around, expecting to snap at Adrian, only to meet the chill stare of another constable. This one's in full uniform, helmet pulled low on his brow, nightstick in hand.]
"Well well well," [his fingers dig into the tender inside of her arm.] "Caught myself a firebug."
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With a mighty, muffled whumpf, a gout of flames bursts from the broken window of a nearby building. Sypha's half-turned away when it goes up, but the blast of heat still crackles across her cheek and neck, drawing the skin tight and tender. She throws up her arm and ducks away, but does not avert her eyes. People instinctively shy from the fire, pressing tighter in the street, buffeting her away, away, away, but Sypha still sees them. Two men, both wearing the shiny uniform shoes of constables under patched coats and shapeless hats, ducking down a side alley.] Wait! You!
[Sypha twists free of the crowd and catches herself on the curb, scrabbling back to her feet to dash after them. She hears her name, carrying over the shouts and shrieks, but one of the plainclothes cops glances over his shoulder and meets her eyes. There's no stopping now.
She makes it all of four steps towards the alley when someone snatches her elbow. Sypha whips around, expecting to snap at Adrian, only to meet the chill stare of another constable. This one's in full uniform, helmet pulled low on his brow, nightstick in hand.]
"Well well well," [his fingers dig into the tender inside of her arm.] "Caught myself a firebug."
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There she is, opposite of an officer. Alucard's hearing being what it is means he catches everything, and oh he thinks not.
He musters up more speed. Runs at the man, still human but faster than many.
Did he just body slam a cop? Hell yeah.]
Run!