Nanashi
She saw it out of the corner of her eye, the toss of the jar, the reaching for the whip. Adrenaline pumped, flowing through her blood. The world slowed to a crawl, and the flames focused on her legs. Her weight shifted to her hand for a moment, before she smashed her legs against the pavement with all she could. The flames came with it, exploding from her right leg, propelling her into the air. The release of impossibly hot flames evaporated the water and snow obscuring all sight in the alleyway for but a moment.
As she flew through the air two things happen.
First, the world flashed, and she was somewhere else, a street just outside the ally, chasing the woman and the monstrosity, and then a car and darkness. And then she was in a building, and a man ran in, his eyes going wide and shooting his gun down at her, and then darkness.
Then the sound, an ungodly screech that ripped through her ears. Unable to continue with her movement her body crashed through the third story window of the building she was jumping to. She rolled to a rest, the glass giving her a cut on her arm and leg. She got up slowly, her hand covering her ears in pain.
“Aghhhh, oh Inari blessed. Stop the ringing.” She moaned in pain, unable to hear a thing, feeling the headache coming on already. She could feel the slight wetness in her ears, but her spiritual energy was already flooding them, trying to repair the damage. It took her a few seconds that felt like minutes until she was able to hear again, not as well as normal, but enough to make it out if someone was screaming. It would be a while before she could hear at even human capacity.
She looked around for a moment, before getting a severe sense of daja va. Then she saw the door swing open and her eyes widened, “Oh no.” The man ran in, a gun in hand, and in that moment Nanashi was already on him, her fist striking his chest, the flames increasing its force and knocking him back. She was only barely able to hear a dull ring as the gun went off, zipping by her ear. If she hadn’t moved just then…
She panted for a moment before she looked at the window, “So that’s your game huh?” Whatever she did, it triggered something. An alignment of negative fate? Well, that was going to suck for her. She was annoyed to admit it, but she owed her mother for this, she might have been screwed otherwise.
She could smell them, that horrid, horrid smell, getting further and further. “Not going to get away from me.” She ran out into the hallway, seeing the window at the end of the hall that lead to the main street, and booked it. Shooting fire she blasted out the window and jumped out, landing on a street light, she was able to see them again. “Heh, got you.” And then she jumped, trying to catch up to them without landing on the street. From street light to car to wall, never once landing on the pavement.