With chaos of all kinds erupting within the theater, Integra decided to herself to move to the other side of the auditorium rather then get crushed by any of the flying chairs, a witch's alternate form or that maniac knight-construct. As the old saw went, however: easier said then done.

Clipping the burning end of her cigarette off and stubbing it out, Integra pocketed her half-finished cigarette before, carefully waiting for a gap, took off. Immediately, she was forced to dive to the floor as a chair went sailing in her direction, courtesy of PEKKA. As said chair disappeared into the back of the auditorium, Hellsing picked herself up again and ran, picking her way through the mess of overturned chairs and destroyed furniture, darting towards the marked-off door that was now fixating everyone's attention.

A sudden blow from the witch's weapon impacted on the area of floor beside her, the concussion sending her tumbling down one of the sets of stairs and into a lower row. Gritting her teeth as her limbs tingled in pain, she picked up her discarded spectacles before she stumbled the last few meters to where the now-opened door sat. Slamming her back against the wall near the door frame, Integra took a minute to catch her breath before she took a peak around the corner ...

Well, for all the build-up she heard from her side of the seating area, she was quite let down by what was inside. You'd think the overlord of this place was pulling their legs.