Destruction, Delinquents, and Drugs.

Most of the men running likely wouldn't have stopped easily more focused on a goal then making trouble. Many still wearing their prison uniforms only a few able to scavenge some clothes somewhere along the way. Making it look like a rather mixed bag of faces and bodies. But the few prison uniforms were most certainly a give away of what kind of people this group truly was as they went running weaving into alleyways with a less chaotic path then one might expect from convicts on the run. It was almost structured as if they knew where they were going as they fled quickly down the paths and alleys.

When it sounded like someone was upon their tail and they heard the armored student diva hot on their heals it would ignite them to try run that much faster. "Shit, Keep going guys we're almost there. We can't get caught up in s hit this close to the fucking promise land." One of them at the lead called out in a controlled yell. Trying to rouse the men to move quick as they could spreading out a bit as well to try and make themselves harder targets should anyone fumble or get caught up. Thankfully thus far the men stuck in lock up with little more to do back then beyond plan and work out finally were able to put that all into motion and action in the present moment.

As they neared the end of a alley with it likely the quick footed fighter quick on their heels. Two or three calls would speed up as the tires squealed pulling up and in around the other end of the alleyway. More people arriving?

Tensions were high and the blood was pumping so heard the several convicts could feel the hearts in their chest thumping. The painful sensation and adrenaline causing their legs and bodies to move into overtime running as fast as average humans could. They weren't super human by any means but they'd spent the last few months to years pending from criminal to criminal in the slammer. With little to do other then workout and get stronger. So at least in the terms of the unquirked human they were rather fit and moving quickly on their heels.

Occasionally as well of note they may have knocked down trash cans or rubble of various larger bits of trashed left down the alleys from various businesses and shops along the way as if trying to create feeble makeshift obstacles to hopefully give them a small bit of a lead or safety in fleeing from the metallic armored foe hot on their tails.

A series of shots and blasts from their foe did the same to them though as they fled. Rubble here and there as well as flames in the backdrop and background around the environment in various places as well as likely sounds of chaos from other various convicts in the distance created a hostile and almost fearsome scene. A few were scatched a few fallen to the ground tripped up and blasted a bit unsure on how to handle things. Fleeing was becoming a increasingly difficult decision and given they were escapees fleeing also had a timer on it. It was only a matter of time before more law not just hero's here and there scattered would be out and about as well. Organization would eventually take a strong hold then all those that hadn't fully secured their freedom would only find it quickly taken away from them again.

Most of them remained silent for a short while staring upon the woman a bit unsure on what to do. She was so close now they didn't want to try and fight through the rubble and knowingly just be shot in the back most likely. The ones uninjured slowly attempting to help their fallen allies up as well. "Dammit all..." One would say as they slowly picked up various weaponry here and there. Some hoisting up wooden boards, One finding a pipe.

It was six men in total some wounded hoisting weapons of makeshift means. Their orange jump suits making them stick out in the dark alley way as well all the more. Some of them dirty now and torn given the chase they'd run into thanks to this mysterious hero girl at least someone they assumed was a hero given the situation and all. One of them frantically now able to be seen fidgeting with some device. A flip phone perhaps frantically smashing at the keys. Perhaps something he'd had snuck into the prison for other means but serving their current exploits in the moment though.

The car sounds in the distance could be heard pulling up. One behind the rubble but no one getting out just yet. A second pulling through the alley in a large van behind Meara now as well. Making it a scent of convicts armed in front of her. And two mysterious vehicles on both sides as engines grinded to a halt. The situation clearly quickly escalating in mere moments. Such was the way for heroes though wasn't it at times? One could never prepare fully for what some might call the unknown unknowns after all. One could only simply try and adapt to the ever evolving situations. Even so the convicts seemed somewhat relieved at the sign of the sudden appearances that remained silent in quietly sitting still running vehicles.

(My own note- Saying six convicts with makeshift weaponry - Two vehicles on the scene as well now one on either side. No one getting out but vehicles remaining running silently in place.)

The hum of the vehicle engines settled a little after sitting for a moment. One of the goons in the fugitive wear had hit the ground with a thud dazed and for the moment out cold from the blast that still had his lightly burned clothes steaming where he lay. The blast even in a non lethal blast had put him down for the count. These men were part of some sort of criminal group but they weren't the power houses it seemed. Many of them were angry and scared but seemed to be dealt with rather easily by the armored diva before them who stood rearing and ready for whatever life might throw at her in stance.

Some of them found themselves backing away gritting teeth and clearly on edge like a wounded cornered animal they all gave off in essence. The vehicles nearby made freedom tingle and taunt them at one end while this woman was the threat of returning to a cold solitary prison cell. But the doors to the van's quickly opened on either side of the ways out of the alleys. A few men in more modern style dark suits that seemed a bit odd in their proportions. Almost cartoony in their dated styles of suit as if ripped from some old mafia movie of long past yester years. They were armed and moved in close as the fugitives in the center seemed to have cold sweets from the tense sensation of the whole scenario.

The vans would blast their headlights on bright mode towards the center as well trying to blind those in the center between the two vehicles. A small set of claps briefly being heard as well behind those lights as a moment after a shot would ring out with a loud. BANG As a woman in a purple dress and old in style and a lightly tilted top had walked into view holding a rather large hand canon almost cartoony as well in its over sized shape. Attempting to fire a surprise shot towards the girls leg using the lights to her advantage.

"This cat and mouse situation just got a whole lot more complicated for ya didn't it?" She said in a devilish chuckle as she twirled the pistol in hand quickly trying to fire a second shot at the girls arm as well whether the first had hit or missed as well. Aiming to quickly slow the woman lightly hoping to use the lights and surprise to her advantage.

As the weaker of her allies were bumped and smacked around a bit like rag dolls she couldn't help but feel a light sigh leaver her mostly artificial lungs. She didn't waist much time though fanning the revolvers hammer and firing a flurry of shots quickly at the girls leg regions trying to subdue her a bit faster. Hoping the distractions of her men would allow the distractions she'd need. It always made it easier to wing and wound them quickly so that way she didn't have to deal with the full power of her foes. She preferred the fun of the game not something to challenging after all. "I'm not sure if ringleader is the best title for me but I guess in this situation tootsy you could say it fits in the moment. Let's just say I have allot of little corners of power. You on the other hand are rather nosy. Don't you think these guys are a bit small to be on your radar." She'd say likely just taunting the hero trying to make her presence as intimidating as she could master in the power she carried and demanded in her odd mechanical figure that would stand both strong and powerful in its demeanor. The mechanical whirs and metal clangs of her movements sometimes heard as she moved about or made sudden moves at any time.

Her hand canon always remained in hand pointing forwards a glimmer of the headlights bouncing off it as well from where she stood. Her other hand would reach into her pocket. Pulling something that might help this situation when the chance arose. "Things escalated fast didn't they though. Seems you might be in a bit more of a pickle then you thought you'd be stumbling upon aye?" She said seemingly finding it a little amusing in her tone.