Anastasia Tatiana Kravinoff roared with anger - actually, honestly roared and took off after Nika.

Clearly, she was really living up to the tiger-patterned leggings she was wearing that day. She ripped off her barista apron and yanked two small guns out of her belt. Her father had always said that it was better to stab the prey than shoot it - it left fewer distinguishing marks that way - but Ana didn't care. She needed blood.