Messing up is never fun...

Soon her sketch was done, as were the few near the main sketch. After a few moments the items were real and she was loading the gun with ammo she had created. It was a small pistol, but powerful enough where it could reach far enough away to hit him from the window. Standing she opened one and took aim.

The shot was loud and seemed to echo as the small bullet was sent towards him. She had aimed so if he moved right, it would hit the ciggarette, if wrong then she didnt know what would happen.

She blinked and seemed to realize what she had done. Lips mumbled a curse as she pulled herself onto the edge of the window. Balancing herself she pulled her coat off, revealing black pants and a dark camp tank. Her shoulder blades had been tattooed with wings, as were other parts of her body but different designs. Using her power the wings formed on her back, dark black feathery wings thet spread as she jumped from the window.

Reaching the ground wings retracted as she knelt,putting a hand on the wound. "I should just leave you here to die." She mumbled as she pulled a small cloth from her pocket and pressed it against the wound, not very gently.

"Cant. My luck would be laterfeeling guilty." She anwsered and pushed his shoulders slightly, trying to make him unarch his back. "The nurse here still on duty or do I need to find a normal old first-aid kit?" She asked.