Although she could run faster, longer, and harder than the standard human, she wasn't any match for Peter, and she wasn't any match for Eric either. Peter had never challenged her with his superiority. Eric, on the other hand... She loved the chase. She loved striving for something, even when she knew she wouldn't be able to reach it.
Leeloo would have kept up the chase, if not for the shout she'd heard behind and below her. It pulled her up short and spun her around, immediately causing her to abandon the flight across the rooftops in favor of protecting whoever'd cried out.
This time, it was a man who had the bad fortune of walking home from a corner store at the same time muggers decided to make him their victim. Leeloo landed in the center of the circle of men, her back to the one who'd already hit the ground, and crouched animal-like, arms out at her sides, seemingly weaponless. Her eyes were wide and bright and green, and her breath was still coming hard. The ringleader was the first to recover from the surprise, then grinned, then laughed. It was a signal to advance.