Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

The woman demanded to let go and everyone else seemed to step back. The Constable kept close enough to her, threatening with silence and a glare that should she make the wrong move, he was more than happy to end her right here and now. With hackles still risen, I'll walk you to the borders, move. His voice was stern, unmoving in its decision. There was no room to talk herself out of this now.

At least with his escorting, she wouldn't be attacked by anyone else who didn't already know she was here. Not to mention, he could stop her from doing any more damage by not being watched carefully... He'd walk with her, as slow as needed due to her injuries - but he wouldn't let her rest until she was long gone... and he'd wait at the borders too until she was out of his sight, as long as necessary. 

[last from me! <3]