Painite was left on the floor, slumped over, her head ringing from the blow. She felt warm blood dripping down from her temple, where the skin had been split, and everything was spinning when she opened her eyes. She saw his shadow recede on the pavement, though, and she closed her eyes in relief, heaving a very heavy, rattled sigh, before trying to push herself up on shaking arms.

The sound of sirens was deafening in her now over sensitive ears. She put a hand to her head, dragging herself away from the hydrant, stumbling and almost hitting a wall before she fled down an alley as fast as her trembling body would take her.

She was terrified, though she wouldn't admit it out loud or to herself. That had never happened before: the idea of death had always been a 'worst case'. A 'well, it could happen, but it could happen to anyone' idea that she had taken for granted. Told herself she was ready for, okay with. As it turned out, she wasn't.

Somewhere she managed to power down, not remembering how many fences she had hopped or what part of the city she was in. She sat down behind a dumpster, resting her head against the wall and falling to sleep there.

In the back of her mind, she was already planning how to get back at that horrible senshi, if she ever saw him again.