Taylor's attack happened at the same time, she switched the tooth so it was between her index and middle finger, punching at his throat, not seeing the shadow move, instead focusing on her target. Bouncing back she grumbled, her hoodie had gotten sprayed with blood. Despite the chill evening she shrugged out of it, carefully folding it to hide the blood before she moved to the shadows, risking glancing to see if his buddies had decided to follow at a slower pace.

The shark tooth choker was stuffed into the pocket of her pants, she'd have to wash it before putting it back on. "Crap." She spotted two of them heading her way, and the crowd had thinned out some. Deciding to risk it, she kept her hoodie in her arm, moving the direction of the crowd, away from the men looking for another way off the main street. She really hated ground level for a reason, not enough places to hide normally, and city streets always seemed to box one in.