Red falls, panting and pained, when he lets her go. Her groan is swallowed up in his howling, and the pain in her midsection means she staggers and falls against the wall when she tries to stand. Ow. Please don't be a broken rib she prays, int he privacy of her own mind, where no one can make fun of her. Those are so hard to heal right.

GET OUT! Get the fuck out. NOW!

Don't have to tell her twice. She's scrambling for the door as quick as a mouse, it opens as she enters and the peacekeeper with his hand on the handle wasn't quite ready for that. The door swings wide, giving the Highblood a good view of her escape, between the legs of one, barreling through another, caught by the third, struggling and spitting and biting until one clever soul raises his club across the back of her head and she falls senseless between them. There was never any safety behind the door, after all; only safety of a sort.