Bleeding and in excruciating pain Helena slumped against her horse, Leon, as they made their way down the dark streets of New York. Leon did his best to keep her awake and alert, shaking his head up and down every now and then, flicking his tail but she had lost a lot of blood and her vision was failing, every now and then everything would become a blur and dim for a moment. Clutching the gash in her arm she hissed in pain. She had taken the time to try and patch herself up but the agents her father had sent to retrieve her successfully managed to disable her dominant arm. "Just...a little...further," she breathed, hanging onto Leon's reins. There was a sound, a shuffle of fabric nearby that made Leon stop dead in his tracks. Helena turned her head to look at who had found them. "Cadence?"
