Mel glances irritably at Goldy's fumbling, and out of the alley again at where the gunfire is tearing up the snowas it approaches them.

"Whatever you've got in there..." she says, as she leaves the Fable behind and runs out of the alley, "...make it fast."

She pelts across the road at her topmost speed, drawing the gunfire away from Goldy.

It's not he cleverest of plans, as a sharp pain in her foots tells her in a few seconds.

Mel throws herself forward and rolls, knowing it'll only buy her a second or so more...