[i]The Watcher suddenly looked up, as she had detecting the noise that had resonated from the barrel of the weapon. Her face was, to say the least - a sickening combination of flesh and machinery. The right side was skin and blood. Tan, smooth skin, high cheekbones and a dark, maroon eye, the woman had a face of girl in her mid-twenties, beautiful yet intelligent and kind. [/i] [i]But the other side of her face was pure carbon and steel, with a metallic jaw, plating to replace her cheeks, and a gleaming red cybernetic eye. Tufts of brunette hair was covering her realistic eye, while nothing blocked the robotic one's view.[/i] [i]And that's when she saw the barrel. The realistic maroon eye widened with surprise as the head of the Darkraith dropped from her hand and onto the ground. The sounds of gears and cybernetic joints and servos could be heard as she then suddenly leaped to a tight alleyway nearby, scampering into it as if she feared the one with the weapon. In truth, the Watcher didn't want to die, she couldn't. She didn't trust any with firearms to not shoot her.[/i]