Run the fuck away, why is this a question?

Oh like hell you were going to fight Martial Mistress. She's torn bigger and badder crooks to pieces, you wouldn't last a minute against her. So instead you quickly let your shadow do the work while you jumped to your feet.

Springing forth from the floor like a tidal wave your shadow threw everything in the room towards her to buy time. The television, the couch, the remains of the coffee table, everything that wasn't nailed to the floor it launched them towards the blonde who could only gasp in surprise before being buried in your cheap junk. That buy you a few extra seconds you hoped.

Lunging forward you quickly grabbed your coat off of the wall hook and threw it on while your shadow scooped up all of your stolen goods and placed them into your coat's numerous pockets. You were bailing on this place but you were gonna need everything you could get away with. Included also was the stockpile of saved cash you had accumulated over the past six months, brought in from under a few floorboards in your bedroom.

You heard the sound of old metal and wood being broken as Martial Mistress began fighting her way through the pile. Seeing she was blocking the door and you were on the seventh floor there was really only one way for you to go.

Your Shadow was one step ahead of you as he opened your kitchen window. You heard your junk pile being thrown around behind you and it only served to fuel your sprint that you broke into. Rapidly approaching the window you threw yourself out the opening and into the cold night of Paragon's bad side of town. Of course you screamed like a little girl once you started to fall but thankfully your Shadow wasn't keen on letting you die for it caught you in the form of a fireman safety net moments before you hit the pavement.

The moment you were on your feet you heard the entire wall above you being broken down as the sad remains of your refridgerater was thrown through it and crashed down onto the street in front of you. Glancing upwards you saw Martial Mistress standing in the newly created hole without a hair out of place on her. What she did have though was a steeled glare and it was locked firmly in on you.

"I hope you realize how much worse you just made this for yourself."