Volcano erupts and it's raining 'Ash'es *Open*

[Deathy]

A smile played on Jane’s lips as she watched the red shape of the kid move about in the branches of the big tree, by the amount of movement Jane suspected the kid was about to make a move. come on kid, that’s the way she thought grimly, figure twitching on the trigger.
As the shifter dropped out of the tree Jane began to breath evenly her eyes not blinking and her body as still as a long dead corpse.
As the shifter got her feet Jane’s breath rushed out and her figure pulled back the trigger, with a loud crack the bullet head straight for the shifter whose back was to her. There was no way the bullet could miss, it would at the very least take her in the leg.

[RacingBelle]

Crack! I knew I couldn't get out of the way fast enough. If I tried maybe I would make the bullet go where it was aimed for. Now it's time to prove that EF cops had very bad aim. I bit my lip and waited for what I knew was to come, on the run. A searing pain ripped through my side. Oh great it's like the knife all over again! I thought. Luckily it only grazed me and not gone any further to the side or upward. It would have hit my ribs or even something more important and then I would have been in trouble. The pain distracted me from shifting but only for a moment. I had to act like I wasn't hit...she might give up! I was fully shifted now, running away from the bullets and insane woman. I was always running away. Why did I ever fight? You did but look where it got you last time. Besides do you want to fight someone with three million guns with twice as many bullets? Awe great that voice was back. Conscience go away! I mentally yelled at it as always. Ignore everything except for the path your taking so you don't have to feel the pain. So you don't... The cop couldn't follow me forever. She would have to run out of ammo sometime. Besides I didn't think she has the speed nor stamina to keep after me all day or all through the night, right?

[Deathy]

Jane almost shouted out her glee when the bullet made contact, grazing the kids side but not actually severely injuring her.
Jane knew she wasn’t a good shot, her specialty lay in foot to face combat so the fact that the shifter kept turning her tail, literally, and running from the fight.
GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD! she screamed as she saw that the kid had shifted and nicked off, taking off deep into the forest, exactly the way I want her to go she thought, her expression that of an executioner that has been told that the prisoner will be late, and that she should just go take a seat.
Springing to her feet Jane took off after the horse yelling abuse at her retreating back, randomly firing her rifle at the kids feet, fountains of dirt flying up from the impact.

[RacingBelle]

How dare she! Oh how dare she! If she didn't have those damned guns I would fight her. But she did so my best chance was running. Run till I dropped. Clearstone was this way...civilization. I could feel the dirt hitting my legs as she fired at my feet. No way! Not again! Time to belly down. Once more I put forth a burst of speed during this chase. I let my legs stretch as far as I could. My stride ate up the ground and I couldn't tell what was what anymore. Before long my sides were aching. Not just from the minuscule cut in my side but from the lack of air. I started to slow from a stretching gallop to a normal one to a canter and all the way back into a prancing trot. My head was down as I gasped for breath. I just needed the aching to go away and then I would go off again. I was sure that I had covered enough distance for now. I was almost positive that I could escape if I kept going the pace that I was going. Though I knew I couldn't keep that pace up...when I finally couldn't run any more I would be doomed. Well, let's not let that happen now shall we? We shall. Then I plunged on at that ground eating pace again.

[Deathy]

Jane ran after the horse you’ll never keep up… she ignored the voice as she had been for most of her life and kept running.
I have got to get her somewhere she can’t run any more! she thought grimly breathing in deep even breaths, feet pounding on the forest floor.
The shifter seemed to slow down for a moment and Jane smiled, her eyes like to little lead bullets, cold and deadly, she’d tired.
Keeping up her pace Jane was gaining, and then the kid seemed to get a burst of speed and went into third gear, Jane groaned she always does that!
Moving at an amazing pass Jane was keeping, five meters from the horse I need a motor bike! she thought her eyes narrowing or a horse

[RacingBelle]

Once again I had to slow. My pace was getting slower and slower. I had to make the cop get rid of her guns...but how? Unless she wasted all of her ammo I would never get her to ditch them. The insides of my nostrils had to be bright red. I have to be careful. I could burst a blood vessel or my heart if I pushed myself hard. I hate you. Darn EF cop. My walk was plodding. I couldn't run again. I was too tired. I needed time. Time wasn't something I had. Well you were just running at about thirty-six miles an hour and a human can do at the most three? You have a little time. I let myself lie down, legs curled under me; muzzle touching my knee. If only I could sleep...

[Deathy]

Jane was just beginning to think that maybe she should slow down when she saw the shifter falter, it staggered and seemed to keep going, but the speed at which the kid was moving had slowed dramatically I just might have a chance at her this time Jane thought, her mouth twitching in a smile, reaching up she pushed her goggles up off her face. And then the horse lay down, my lucky day or what?

[/b] Jane thought happily coming to a stop, rifle swing up to her shoulder.
Aiming the gun Jane pointed the sites at the shifters back leg; the name of the game now was to slow her down and then catch her.
The gun went off, bullet speeding to its intended destination, breaking the air in half as it flew. As soon as the bullet left the barrel Jane was running once more the distance between her and the kid diminishing under the persistence of pounding feet.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[RacingBelle]

Long heavy breaths fluttered out of my nose. It made such a loud noise for the temporarily quiet forest. I wanted to roll to get the sticky later off me but what if the EF cop came? Alright time to heave myself up. A shot rang out. I moved my legs under me quickly, not sure what I was doing anymore. I felt to bullet close in, the power, strength, and speed behind it, but just a little bit off. Not like the cop could tell. Alright time to play actor.. I shook my head, white lather flying around. My mouth was open with pain, not like that was too hard pretend because I did ache all over, and brown eyes flashed white. I lifted my right leg, the one I felt the bullet barely bear down upon, and kicked it on my belly. I acted as if I was trying to run, hobbling forward, crow hopping, and crab stepping pertending that the leg had been shot and the bone was shattered or the tendon severed. It bought me just a little more time to catch my breath. I decided that I had enough energy to put forth another burst of speed. So I put the leg down and stopped acting, running again at full speed. As I asked before, what else could I do with insane EF cop after me? Just give in and be shot? I don't think so!

[Deathy]

Running forward, feet pounding, breath coming in even burst’s Jane was trying to get as close to the shifter as possible. Four meters from the kid the horse just went nuts, completely off it’s rocker, eyes rolling, froth forming at it’s mouth.
I must of hit it! Jane felt like dancing, the exhilaration of actually hitting her target was surging thru her.
And then the kid did a less surprising thing, she stopped going crazy and took off, YOU COWARD she screamed at the horse again YOU UTTER, UTTER WHIMP! she jumped up and down on the spot YOU, YOU CHICKEN Jane yelled choking on her words in rage, she’d never had somebody run away from her so much before.

[RacingBelle]

My breaths whooshed out in bellows as I was slowing to a normal gallop. After a while I was slowing down again, but only to a trot. Then I picked up the pace after a while. I would alternate like this so I could save a little energy. Stupid....EF.....always....after....us... My thoughts came in the rhythm of my hooves and breaths. I can't take it anymore. I hated to run but what other choice did I have? Who invented guns anyway? Right now I'd like to go shoot them... I let out a little grunt at the thought. Yup that would be fun. My pace was considerable slower. I was walking. What was the use of wasting anymore energy? I would fight that devil now. I don't care if I did get shot at now! Another mile of running is gonna kill me anyway. Literally, maybe. Just try to get your breath back. Alright cop...here's your fight. Just catch up.

[Deathy]

Growling her rage like some kind of cadged beast Jane stormed after the horse, her gun firing after the animal in frustration, then it went click, looking down at the ammo slot she saw that it was empty that’s bull!.
Angry eyes defiantly on she reached for her ammo belt and after a moment of searching, came up empty no way! she breathed, staring down at it, turns out endless supplies of ammo does in fact, have an end.
Sling the rifle over her shoulder Jane reached for her holsters and pulled the two pistols out to check their levels. one bullet in the left and two in the right she noted in disgust, kid made me so angry I forgot to check em!
Shrugging she began to run again, rage giving her the same energy boost a coffee would give any other person.
And then she came up the hill and saw the shifter ok kid! I’ve had it, stand and fight! YOU COWARD! Jane had reached the stage of angry that made your lesser levels of thinking, such as original taunt making, shut down.
Firing her last three shots at the horse, all missing their mark and pinging off various bits of greener, the two pistols dropped from Jane’s hands, thudding into the forest floor benth, forgotten. With a growl of rage, she threw herself at the shifter, teeth barred.

[RacingBelle]

I reared in terror as she fired at me. All of them missed, to my relief. Then she dropped her guns. Yes! She's out! But she was also angry. Very angry. Matter of fact, that's probably what I looked like only a few hours ago. Well, I know better than to fight in rash anger. I just side stepped the cop as she flung herself at me. Nuh uh. I seemed to say. I laughed at her, it was silent but my whole lower half quivered. If some one was riding on me they could feel the vibrations. I whinnied though, so she could hear the mockery in my voice. Flinging my head up as high as it could go, my body following suit I reared. I hopped once while I was in the air, carrying myself froward. I landed with an exaggerated thump. Come on. Last time was better than this. I shook my head and pranced. All my energy flowed back. I found this incredibly funny. It was like I was playing with another horse my age. If I could just keep side-stepping and dodging maybe this cop will learn her lesson about confronting me. Nah.

[Deathy]

Jane rolled and then caught herself, leaping to her feet like some kind of angry tom cat, are you laughing at me wimp? she growled, crouched on the ground. Her hand twitched for the knife strapped to the side of her leg, but she stopped it Never play your king, when there’s pawns left
Reaching up she pulled the rifle from her shoulder and smiled, she had a plan.
Standing up Jane gripped the rifle by its barrel and held it like a club, a heavy wooden club. This made her feel a whole lot better, heavy implements of destruction always made her feel better.
Stalking forward rifle turned club over her shoulder Jane grinned and swung the club at the shifter with all her might, and Jane had a lot of might.

[RacingBelle]

Scent what she has! I thought. I saw her hand twitch. She must have something! I tried scenting past all that lingering gunpowder but I couldn't pick up a thing. I tore up the ground with a front hoof, frustrated. Then a still furious EF cop swung the rifle at me. I reared and the rifle hit me right below the ribs. I coughed a few times when I landed. Suck it up! I snapped. Anger filled my head but I fought it away. I wouldn't let myself get angry. I wouldn't fight blindly and make a fool of myself. I would keep my head. Alright let's play! I rushed at the lady, both front feet lashing out. Let one of them catch ya! Then you'll know what a dagger tastes like!

[Deathy]

Jane grinned when her rifle butt make a satisfactory thunk!, On the shifters rib cage. As the horse danced away coughing Jane almost laughed with glee.
Then the shifter came back dagger like hooves trying to take her head off, the violent movement of the hooves making a breeze whizz by above Jane’s head.
Jane rolled out of the way, feeling the hard ground on her shoulder blades, as she spun out of her roll. One of the shifters hooves had clipped her on her leg and sent her spinning out of control.
Hitting the ground Jane stared angrily at her rifle as it slid out of her reach, damn leaping to her feet Jane ran for the rifle, knowing that she lost one of her biggest advantages if she lost that rifle.