The pair of them didn't watch for long, however, as they both noticed the lone female pause and fiddle with something.
Oh, bugger, she heard us,
Quincy thought, and began to sprint away from her at an angle. The crack of bullets coming from the SMG and a small but hot breeze from behind him seemed to validate his caution. Phew. For a moment there, I thought that loudmouth had gotten us killed.
Which reminded him to look around and see if she had escaped harm. All he could see were the four fighters (the big one appearing to be gaining the upper hand); Margaret wasn't visible, even as a corpse. She had apparently come to the same conclusion as Quincy and left the field entirely.
Hmph. Good for her. Let's see if I can't make tracks as well.
He darted back into the brush and vanished.
((Quincy Archer continued elsewhere))
Margaret had come to a decision. This mystery woman, whether or not she was Melina, was too well-armed to take down in a direct confrontation. Barring a sneak attack that prevented the SMG from being used, Margaret would be instantly killed.
Noting with satisfaction that she seemed to have lost her 'shadow', she ran off in search of Melina and a better weapon with which to murder her.
((Margaret Tweedy continued in Sadist