Fucking hell did that hurt. Glass shards didn't exactly prick you nicely, and her back and arms were pretty cut up from it. The fall also smarted, and hot wax from the falling candles burned her, but it was inconsequential, because she was not about to hang. Not in a church. Not by some damned preacher. She didn't even believe in Ansgar, and if she was going to die, hell, it'd be on her terms and her own stupidity. Not the dumb luck of some wannabe detective who shot semen goo at girls.
Biting back the pain, Jinai was up and running, quickly scaling the wall along the back of the church and dropping down onto the other side.
"Mother fucker!" she hissed, wincing as she felt the inserted glass shards dig deeper into her skin. Had she the time, she'd start plucking the damned pieces out, but she could only afford to pluck out one rather nasty one along her elbow before slipping down into a dark alleyway and looking around for something, anything to use and aid in her escape.