As the shadows shift, Ran tenses, her own heartbeat loud in her ears. For a few moments, that's all she hears.

When the Shadow peels from the corner, pipe in hand, she doesn't hesitate. With a breath, she's on the move, the pipe swinging downward onto her forearm, blocked without a flinch. Fist gathered back, she plunges it towards the Shadow's stomach.

Shinichi's feelings or not, this is right where she should be.