[i]Irina simply nodded, beginning to sprint towards the Dojo while carrying the cat-Locust, her leather cape fluttering past her as she both ran and cradled the cat in both of her arms, trying to seem as comfortable to Locust as truly possible. She ran over the dead bodies from earlier, leaping over some and sprinting past others, blood covering her boots. After several minutes, she and Locust reached the massive doorway that lead into the Dojo. She looked at who she strangely considered a leader, or as the Názis would have said, a Führer.[/i]