Making sure, the ship was hidden by cloak as well as the foliage around her.She scanned the area quickly.
Shadowatching, jogged up to the nearest building the dreads swinging from side to side. The jaunt was nice and gentle, not a breath heavier then the last. She placed her mask on, just as she took off. The sensors going off here and there, as she switched from one view to another. "Hmmm" SHe purred in her mind, as she made her way to the nearest building. Placing one hand up the side, slowly touching it, as a lover would do when caressing the shoulder of the sleeping loved one, to wake up. She tilted her head up slowly, to look at how high she has to go. Grinning, as she crouched down, building up the spring action that her yautja half gave her. Human looking in the yautja, uniform. She held that devilish grin. Taking her wrist and with a single fluid flick, the metal upon metal 'fwish' sound.
JUmping up finally, as she felt enough power behind her jump, to take her half way up the building. half way up the 4 story building, she took her wrist blades and stabbed the side. Sending small chunks off the sides. Using the wrist blades, along with her free hand. She finished the climb up the side. Hidden she hopped of everything. Assuming she was alone on the side and top of the single building. She hauled herself over the side and on the top. Staying close to the edge, for 2 reasons. One, she can easily jump. And the last, her favorite, the fall can kill as well if done right.
One hand held behind her back, a long sword held in the grip of the hidden hand. The other hand gripped the side of the building surveying the landscape through the visors of her mask finding prey, her clan and other survivors she as sent out on her own to do
Taking a deep breath in, a small inhuman growl crossed her lips, her throat and her being. The hand that clunched the edge of the building breaking more bricks. She didn't jump down, nor got off the building that way. She just started backwards walking, then just as quickly she reached the center of the roof top. Instead of a short jog, she just booked across flinging her self off the roof and on to the other one, across the street. She waved her arms, even looked as if she was walking on the air. The hands gripped the side, of the edge of the building shadowatching's sword dropped from her hand on the roof top. She even knew she has a few more buildings to go to, before she was able to go where she is needed. Huffed once, as she pushed and pulled her way up and on the ground of the roof top. She paused and pushed a button for her clan mates. "Where are you" SHe clicked with such softness, that was told she wasn't pure yautja, hated yet liked for her ways of fighting. She has broken the rules a few times, but she was still around. bending down in a fluid motion, she picked her weapon up and waited for the transmission. Looking at the blade to look behind her, and where she can't see without turning her head. She was ready, waiting and prepared.
(finished)