[i]A bullet found its way into bed shoulder. Then leg. Then her waist. Although Irina's Vileblood strength would keep her going, she couldn't keep eating bullets forever. Her own blood crystallizing over the wounds she had sustained, she suddenly began sprinting away from the mob, silently grimacing in pain. She would deal with their leader later, wherever the hell he was. Honestly...she thought he was a joke, hiding behind an entire mob and relying on them to do his dirty work. Of course, this was just Irina's opinion, and she's a -blam!-ing asshole. [/i]