I dunno, TINY blood warning I guess?

Carmen was dimly aware of the harsh light in her eyes, and the buzzing pain in her body. White noise had filled her head as she stared at the criminals running towards her, her focus mainly focused on Coach Brunt. The burly woman was looking especially smug at the thought of fighting her yet again. Carmen just smirked, brandishing the crackle rod and moving into an offensive stance.

Over the brightly lit tree tops, she could see the beginnings of a sunrise. It almost made her laugh, seeing as it could very well be her very last.

Brunt stopped a few feet from Carmen and folded her arms. "I suppose it's time for me to grant that promised hurt, huh, Lambkins." She didn't say it with a questioning tone, as if she wanted it to be very clear that there were no other options. "If you come quietly, I'll make it quick for you."

"Yeah right," Carmen spat. "Like I'd willingly let you kill me now."

Brunt raised an eyebrow. "You seemed awfully eager for death not a day ago. If I remember correctly, you were at the point of begging fore to end your life right there."

Carmen winced slightly, knowing that Ivy would be freaking out right now, wherever they were in the jungle. "Yeah, well, I guess that I've changed my mind," she growled.

Coach Brunt just laughed and motioned for an operative. "Let's put your newly learned skills to use, shall we?" Tigress stepped forward, her claws stretched out and gleaming. She smiled wickedly at Carmen, her eyes narrowing happily.

Carmen only sighed and turned the crackle rod's dial a little past stun mode, left to puzzle over what Brunt had said. "Here, Kitty, Kitty," she cooed mockingly.

Tigress snarled and leapt forward, her deadly talons aimed for Carmen's heart.

Ivy cried out as the feline-like villain lashed at Carmen, but once again it seemed that there was no point in worrying. Her friend quickly downed the other thief, her movements somehow quick, calculated and feisty despite the bloody wound on her arm and the red stained bandages wrapped around her stomach.

She hadn't remembered Carmen being just as a good a fighter as she was a pickpocket.

The Bostonian found herself biting her lip, though, as even more operatives advanced. "Shadowsan...?" She started.

He held up a hand. "Wait."