Inari landed outside the club, having been alerted by the chaotic explosions within, just in time to see a pair of savage looking men dragging a girl out towards a truck while two more took position by the doors to allow no one inside. She straighten up and strolled towards the four men, the clack of her clogs on pavement alerting them to her arrival. The two by the door turned towards her as the other two dragged the girl towards the truck. "Clubs closed, girly." He said threateningly, brandishing his gun at her as he squinted into the night, trying to make out her details. Inari moved, sweeping her hand towards the men without breaking her stride and the light from the neon club sign reflected briefly off of two objects that flashed through the air towards them. With little more than a gurgled cry the two men at the door dropped, clutching at the black glass knives that protruded from their throats.

The men dragging the girl dropped her and turned to face this new threat only the find her standing right in front of them. The closest made to raise his weapon only to have a long sword blade thrust up through chin. With a cry of rage the last man opened fire, strafing the area with gunfire as Inari moved out of his line of fire. Her blade flashed and the front half of his gun clattered to the ground. She was right there, inches away from his face and the last thing he saw was the dark pits her mask's eyes. Her blade flashed through the air once again and he dropped, like a puppet with it's strings cut.

Inari looked down at the unconscious girl for a moment. A human girl. She shrugged coldly, leaving her there and turning towards the club. It sounded like chaos inside, explosions and gunfire. She readied her blade and stepped inside, only to feel yet another goon as he turned to confront her. It seemed he was the only one to have noticed her entrance as all attention was focused on the large beastial man in the middle of the club. She could practically sense his aura of cruel evil. Grimm. The thought appeared in her mind and, behind her mask, her eyes narrowed in hate. She heard his little monologue and had had enough. With a single leap forwards, she was past the crowd of onlookers and on the dance floor, off to the Butcher's side. She silenced the monster's mad cackling with her own personal self-introduction. The obsidian dagger that she threw glanced off his visor, scarring the headgear and then clattering to the floor, where it disintegrated.