[B]Gratia Mindaro - À la lanterne![/b]

A pale hand smacked at the knife, the force of the sudden blow redirecting the direction of its thrust away from the vulnerable throat of the prone form hugged tightly against her body. The atmosphere grew thick and heavy, as if an oppressive, invisible pressure had descended from the heavens, suffocating the air with clouds upon clouds of choking, cloying emotion. Clouds of seething hot hatred. Clouds of heart wrenching disgust.

Clouds of immeasurably cold fury.

"[color=66cd00][i]Bravissimo![/i][/color]" said the Huntress, her tone full of a strange, distorted cheer. "[color=66cd00]For some sort of [i]professional criminal[/i], you're slower on the fucking uptake than a brain-dead slug! I never expected that you could be such a drooling incompetent that you even surprised me with your level of shittiness![/color]"

She easily hefted the mission objective into a fireman's carry with one arm, and the once dull countenance of her face split open into a large, bestial grin, baring her elongated canines at Vitoria. Her icy gaze had reached absolute zero, and reflected in those irises ... was anticipation.

"[color=66cd00]I [i]almost[/i] feel sorry for you motherfuckers.[/color]"

Gratia Mindaro giggled.

"[color=66cd00]That was a joke~~~~~[I][b]bEcAUSe oTheRWise i WoULDn't ENjOy tHiS![/b][/i][/color]"

Her free hand grabbed her carbine and fired into Vitoria's left kneecap.

SHE HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED

[RIGHT]THE BITCH WOULD FUCKING BURN[/RIGHT]