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Finn instantly went into 'holy s**t mode' when she saw the all too familiar movement of the Hunter grabbing for his bow. With an inhuman speed she was at his side and reaching for his wrist, claws extended. It was only the silver bolt that stopped her from wailing on him and grabbing her bike to head for the highlands. Instead she grabbed his shoulder and went to kick his leg in at the knee. But he put down his bow....

Oh damn...

If that didn't make her look guilty she didn't know what did. Thankfully she could see them wheeling out her bike now. Maby she could blame it on his Hunter status? It was worth a shot! She relaxed her hand, hastily, and made it seem sympathetic.

"Your a hunter, it would be natural to shoot a Lycan, even if you knew them..."

She said, breathing heavily as if she was under stress. She didn't drop her hand from his shoulder, hoping that if her ploy didn't work she would be able to take him out of action before he did anything desperate.

Finn's adrenalin skyrocketed as the blade was put to her stomach, even though it hadn't cut her yet it burned like fire being held to her stomach. Thankfully he had been kind enough to fall for her trick and put the blade away quickly. She was still breathing like a team of race horses, under all the stress she could hardly handle it. Finn just asked herself why she didn't just throw him against the wall and head for the high hills, especially when he asked for her name.

She took her time in telling him, as she walked around to grab her abandoned helmet and pay the guy who had finished working on her bike and was now rolling it out. When she was finally ready to leave she mounted her bike and put her helmet on, started the engine and then told him her name.

"Finn."

She would bolt if he remembered anything, but stayed there against her better judgment just to see if she could make a new friend out of an old opponent.

Finn, in a moment of stupid panic hit the gas and did a standing donut with a screeching sound as she turned sending gravel and dirt of the two-bit garage's floor flying towards Ein's face. Hopefully that would keep him distracted enough for her to get the hell out of there!

"What took you so long?"

She asked as she peeled out of the place like an avenging hell's angel with a deafening screech of the tires and a roar of the mighty Harley engine. In her haste she had blatantly blown through a stop sign and almost hit a few cars, thankfully it was late and few people where out so she was able to weave in and out of the cars. As she turned the corner, with almost too much speed to the point where her head was inches from the ground, she looked back to see the hunter's reaction.

Finn saw the hunter hit the rooftops and pulled out her small handgun that she kept inside her leather jacket. Weaving in and out of the cars to avoid the array of more than unfriendly arrows he was raining down on her wile trying to take aim and shoot at him. One of the arrows landed dangerously close to her tire and she took an illegal turn in hopes of throwing him off for a few seconds.

She saw him disappear and with a grateful sigh she turned back into a proper lane so she wasn't dodging traffic... when it came along, not too many cars where out at this hour. Unthankfuly the familiar roar of a bike alerted her to something chasing after her and she turned around for a brief glance back.

Ein was back... Oh crap.

"you just don't give up do you?!"

She demanded over her shoulder as she took a few half-blind shots at him with her handgun. With another screech of the wheels she turned another corner at death defying speeds that would have been almost impossible for someone without inhuman reflexes

Finn heard Ein knock the arrow to his bow, compound bows are nice and loud that way, and she took a turn to a lane over to avoid being hit. Sadly this did her little good as the arrow grazed past two lanes over with a wistleing sound that would have any dog squeeling in pain. She lifted her hands wholly off the handles to press over her helmet tighter, so the padding eased the pain on her ears that felt like they where going to birst.

With that motion she lost controll of the bike and it went screeching towards the sidewalk. Finn ducked to the side so the bike was forced off it's wheels on onto it's side. Sparks flew everywhere as the bike slowly came to a screeching stop by hitting a building on a sidewalk. Finn had rolled away just in time, dispite death defying speeds the riding jacket had taken most of the scrapes and her helmet did it's job well. With her ears still pounding from the screeching arrow Finn was back on her feet quickly. Down on one Knee as Ein passed, with a steady arm she took several, hopefuly well placed, shots aimed at his chest, the gas tank and his tires.

Finn was happy to take note that the ball of fire became larger after hitting a parked car. Distruction by fire was her kind of thing, thats how she got into most trouble... Mostly in this city. After a brush with the cops in Chicago about a burning building she had to lay off the fireworks, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy this explosion! Finn put a new clip to her gun as she saw the Hunter emerge from a few feet away from the crash, and scowled. The jurk was wearing a bullet proof vest!

"Luck is one shot."

She said, with a nod to the vest that had a cupple of her bullets lodged into it. she planned on making the next shot count, and made to place two right in his knees before dashing to the side of him. If he decided to pull out that bow again, she wasn't going to present a still target.

Finn dove quickly downwards as Ein pulled out a variable handheld Cannon. The blast hit a car way to her left and way behind her leaving a mark that would make a tank envious. With a gasp she put her gun back in it's jacket holster and dashed around the side of the car Ein had taken cover behind. With her inhuman reflexes and sound sensitive ears she creeped quietly up behind him as he stared at the other side of the car looking for bullets or some other kind of retaliation from her.

Well, he would get retaliation. With a feral howl she dove at his back, claws outwards and fangs a-blazing. In these close quarters it would be dangerous for Ein to use his cannons so Finn was relatively confident as she started to go for his shoulders arms and head with wild lashing claws.