Lorelei muttered a string of curses under her breath as she ducked into a shadowy corner, hoping the cover would buy her some time. She needed the moment to think, to recover and fix her situation. Not an hour earlier, things had been going to her plan, as usual, and she was about to walk away with a large sum of money that she had persuaded from a random man of wealth. Unfortunately, the same money had been already promised to some man named Loan Shark, and Lorelei quickly learned that this man held a code of vengeance, especially through violence.
And so after discretely handing off the money to a servant, Lorelei ran, drawing the pursuit of the Shark’s men. She loathed that turning around and ending the chase then and there wasn’t an option, but it would only draw too much attention to her. If she were to eventually be able to overtake the Avengers, her anonymity must remain intact. Still, this was taking much too long, and she would soon grow tedious of this game of evasion. Perhaps it would end it soon, as evidence by the quick footsteps approaching her hiding spot.
It sounded like only a single runner. Lorelei readied her blade, deciding that a single kill would not cause too much trouble. As the runner neared, she pounced, swinging her arm in a tight circle, the blade aimed for a quick and clean execution.