Kali surged through the doors into a pelting of blind fire, those that had pursued her making a token effort to keep the runner penned in as they surveyed the skirmish erupting on their flank; the telltale clap of a pressure wave weakening their resolve. It was clear Kyuzo's theatrics had them rattled, he'd turned what should have been a numbers game into something more cerebral: Those slow descending clouds of off white powder played havoc with visibility--meaning indiscriminate fire ran the risk of thinning their numbers further--a problem only exasperated by the second shooter being distinctly of the ork persuasion. Put simply this was an engagement the rent-a-thugs weren't equipped to fight, and that fact was slowly dawning on them. All it would take is a single, well-timed assault where their weakest to break them, force a tidy surrender. Sadly, no one has ever accused Kali of being clever. 
 
If she'd had some prepared remark it wasn't there when her mouth opened, instead letting loose with a damning warcry; it would have been less trouble to just shout "Shoot me" as she rushed the walkway. Not that it had mattered, stimmed as she was Kali had turned the mouth of the corridor into a wood chipper, putting the magic in her hands to good use. Fan. Trade. Load. Fan. It was like watching a human metronome the way she worked her extra arms, or at least it would be were there an opportunity to poke out from behind cover. Fact of the matter was she wasn't just out pacing the handguns pointed her way but was going tit for ratta-tat-tat with what the Trolls were toting, shots coming too close together to count. With a trail of spent casings still cooling behind her Kali overran the choke point, all four revolvers waiting the greet the pair of orks callow enough not to abandon their position. No less than twenty eight muzzle flashes illuminated the now gruesome twosome, being the woman she was those bullets walked their way up from lap level. 
 
Clubbing what could only be described as the ever loving shit out of what was quite clearly a corpse the ex-thrill criminal (And that was a very soft 'ex') edged her way closer to a full on murdergasm; heaving the bodies over rail more in the hopes of making a mess than hitting anyone. At the sight of this the remaining gunman silently reached consensus. 
 
Then they began to fire indiscriminately