Annie's cold eyes gently grazed across the new landscape, one of the first to arrive. Looking back at the portal, she let out a small sigh and looked around for some holds. Finding none, she narrowed her eyes and lightly grazed herself with the wooden stick she had fashioned, before throwing it away. She quickly smashed her hand into a wall, finding a grip and doing the same with her feet, scaling the wall. She reached the top, pulling herself up and lightly landing on the top of the building.
She elegantly ran along the top of the buildings, jumping from one to another, looking around the town. She paid most of it no mind, instead thinking about the place this was. What circle was it? What could it represent? Nothing sprang to mind in this place. A disgusting slum. She was so caught up in her questions, she didn't realize the blood had stopped flowing until she was already smashing through the roof of a house.
She twisted in mid air, landing on her feet with a hand on the ground to support her, disorientated by the sudden fall. She looked around at the shabby house, and saw a brutish looking man staring at her with a candle in his hand. He was almost twice her size, but he didn't seem to have muscles. Maybe they just didn't bulge out in the same way others did. He coughed, and squared his shoulders, standing up as a sign of defiance towards her. He was trying to act tough, and not scared of her. It was almost a shame his eyes betrayed him. She reached into her sleeve, pulling out a small silver knife from it's hidden sheath, making it seem casual - as if she was rolling up her sleeves. She adopted her normal fighting stance, eyes alight as she stared at the man. She quickly spun, raising up her foot and smashing it into the man's skull, causing him to fall back and hit his head against the wall. She jumped onto the table in the middle of the room covered in debris, using the table to gain more height and smashed her fist into the mans temple. Then, in mid air, she grabbed the tip of the knife, threw it out and caught the handle right before it left her sleeve, driving the blade into the man's neck as hard as she could, before pulling it out and adjusting her hair.
There was a huge mess, with fallen rubble everywhere and some chairs smashed. There was a smear of blood on the wall, along with a pool at her feet. She walked out of the sticky substance, sighing and turning the tap. No water. If they had the ability to, she would be easily tracked. With no other option, she took off her shoes, along with her socks, placing them in her pocket. If they had the technology, they could probably use the dead skin from her feet in them. Better safe than sorry. Perhaps she could steal some later.