[h3]Regina Victoria[/h3]

This was, the blonde nun had to admit, not how she had been expecting the fight to go in the least. The Puppeteer had looked like an easy mark, paying no attention as she took aim from a balcony. Taking down a creature of habit that chose to walk the exact same route every day was pretty trivial, given her skill set. She'd been in position, hefted the baroque masterpiece that was her primary weapon--

--and watched the spike of metal appear to pierce right through the target, only to slam unimpeded into the pavement. Things had promptly gone quite downhill from there, with her gun being smashed, fine mechanisms unable to take the impact as it (she refused to think of one of those things as 'He') joined her on the balcony.

Given her quite fragile position, reduced to holding two knives as a supernatural entity moved in for the kill, it was inevitable. She wasn't trained for this, or as insane as her direct superior to rely on skill to try and do the impossible. The monster inside that person was going to kill her, and at best she'd inconvenience it a little.