Lisa/Fury

Fury's towering, ruby-figure grunted and spat out a lugnful of burning vapor. Rolling over onto her knee's and standing up swiftly, her head spun about with a murderous expression in search of some unseen enemy, only to find none were available.

Panting.

Exhaling.

Fury's towering figure slowly rescinded, drawing in upon itself as the features shifted and changed back into Lisa's, leaving her standing there, clothes' torn, panting heavily.

Swallowing, "...armed men? Back home?" she asked, eyes widening.

"How do we get back quickly enough?!"