YoungDreamer
Headmaster
Cathleen felt the ropes around her wrist slack as she dropped to the ground, her head still down. Landing in a crouch she sat there for a bit, contemplating the best thing to do before lifting her eyes to glare at the terrorist. She then straightened slowly, ignoring the rope marks that had already formed around her thin wrists. She didn't speak as she took a few steps and placed herself between the young boy and the men. Knowing that he'd be hurt rather bad if she didn't step in.