Suddenly, the figure dashed out of the alleyway and, as the hawk was shooting, it slashed at his gun with a very odd looking longsword, knocking the gun aside just as the trigger was pulled (if successful.)
(... I'm not even going to bother putting a character sheet, it is absolutely clear who this is. @-@)
Zanthe pricked her ears up, drying off her hands from washing them and picking up the phone. "... I understand," she said. "Let me just grab my things... How is the mafia these days? I haven't really been paying attention... Also, how is Clover 6 months pregnant? She wasn't a couple weeks ago."
(OH MY GOD I'VE HAD TO REDO THIS LIKE 3 TIMES.)