There was blood splattered across the white bunny mask she carried on her face. It had made the black robe which the girl wore sticky and thick, clinging to her skin underneath the exterior. The girls hands were cuffed together, the links between her hands so short that she could barely move them in singles. When one hand moved, the other had to follow. The girls legs had been chained in the same kind of manner, just over the ankles, leaving very little movement left for her to take. It meant that the girl was hopping forwards awkwardly, and quick movements were near impossible. Even so, she was making a hasty escape from the theatre. Getting around a corner and up on the fence to a private garden, the links got stuck on the fence, causing her to tumble forwards and fall flat on her face with a low thud, squirming about trying to get back on her feet. If one looked towards the theater, it was obvious what had happened. It seemed like there had been a short squabble when they had stopped the girl from entering. Naturally, Xana didn't have the faintest idea of what tickets or reservations meant. So when she had tried to simply walk in, action had been taken to stop her. A paper bin having been knocked over by Xana's flailing feet as someone had grabbed her from behind. They had been able to overcome her, and place her under locks and chain.
The forceful nature had been neccesary, for she had been violently trying to get free, paniced beyond reason. It didn't matter what they had said, as soon as they had attempted to get a hold of her, she had been extremely hostile. Too self-assured that they'd be able to keep the girl in check after having gotten chains on her, a moments complacency had meant their downfall. The first movement was the one that had gotten blood on the mask. One of the guards had attempted to get the mask off so they could verify her identity. It had resulted in the girl smashing her head forwards, headbutting the guard violently and breaking his nose. Simultaneously, the chains had been used to choke one of them out, while magic had temporarily paralysed the last. The guards had been wounded, but they hadn't been killed. The techniques and fightingstyle had been paniced, like a wild animal trying to defend itself.
Regardless of what had truly happened, all three of the security who had tried to prevent Xana from entering the theater of the city, were lying unconcious on the ground on the outside. Struggling to get back up, the girl soon returned to the darkness of the streets, looking for respite. Xana swung the chains on both hands and feet at anything in sight that seemed durable enough to break the chains. In this case, a phonebooth. With every strike, the chains were making a metallic clonk, loud enough that if anyone was in the immediate vicinity, they would be alerted to this strange occurence. The commotion had been seen by townsfolk, and now the area was mostly deserted. People had fled for their own good, and Xana was now even further on edge with the law.