Cassidy had assumed she was alone in her sanctuary behind the crown victoria, but was once again proven unmistakably wrong when she found herself face to face with a Breaker kid who looked like he hadn't even managed to sprout his first chest hair yet. [i]'He's just a baby--,'[/I] she began to muse until the rat bastard cut off her train of thought by rearing back and head-butting her. She hollered, jerking away and knocking the guy off kilter by whacking him with the barrel of her shotgun in the scramble. Cassidy was in the process of arranging the weapon and blowing the dude's head off when he gave a gurgled shriek, blood shooting out of his eyes, ears, and mouth at an almost comical velocity.

Well, it might have been comical if she hadn't caught it full in the face, anyways.

The Breaker crumpled backwards over the corpse of a couch and Cassidy spat out another mouthful of blood, trying and failing to not think of the plethora of different diseases that could be contracted from that sort of thing. A glance to her right revealed the reason for her bloodbath. Alex King was crouched down behind the camero next to her, Breakers falling like flies around him with all sorts of gore shooting out of their faces in spectacular fashion. "Alex," she grumbled, wiping her mouth on her shoulder briskly. "That was foul." He either didn't hear her or didn't deem a response necessary, his scarred lips pursed as he concentrated on doing whatever the hell it was that he was doing.

She noticed the neat through and through wound to the youngest--scratch that, only King brother now and frowned, squinting to try and better access it through the dim warehouse lighting. Tiny rivers of blood pumped through the hole, as if the veins had survived the gunshot unscathed somehow. Fascinated, Cassidy stepped closer and reached out to catch his arm and inspect it further, only to jerk away when the car he had been taking shelter behind catapulted backwards and sent him careening into the brick wall behind him.

She winced in sympathy. That couldn't have felt good.

It was Dante's rocky form that had sent the camero of it's blocks as a Breaker with brass knuckles advanced on him with a sinister gleam in his eyes. Cassidy scrambled to level the 12 gauge, but the firearm made an audible clicking noise before shucking out the shells of its own accord. "What the flippity flap?" she gasped, grasping the gun tighter seconds before it was ripped free from her grip all together. 

Somewhere in the distance she heard Ramsay's familiar voice yell out, [color=lightseagreen]"Son of a bitch! Again?"[/color]

[i]'Agreed,'[/i] she thought, shoving a hand into her short's back pocket so she could fish out a pill. Cassidy hesitated, reluctant to take the hit even disarmed like she was, but Knuckles clocking Dante square in the face cleared up any doubts she was having. She shoved the pill into her mouth gracelessly and chomped it down. 

"What the fuck!?" 

"Look out! Get--move here--"

The neon's effects had yet to take hold of Cassidy when both Knuckles and his psychic sidekick started yelling and swatting around at something unseen. She squinted again, as if that would help her gain some perspective, but still couldn't make out what had them in such a frenzy. Whatever it was had the palm of the psychic's hand all boiled up and angry looking, like a particularly nasty blister. Then as if summoned straight from a nightmare, wasps descended from all corners of the AutoMach in droves and began casing general chaos and havoc. In the meantime, somewhere nearby KillRoy shot up the flare and Cassidy was just beginning to feel jittery and not quite right.

Her hands were sweaty, heartbeat humming bird quick, and her pupils were dilated to the point that they pretty much swallowed her irises up completely. It was lovely and terrifying all at once, to feel power and potential shifting just below the surface while at the same time knowing it was all so fleeting, burning out powder keg fast. Regardless of how awful/wonderful the pill made her feel, Cassidy immensely regretted taking it now that the signal had gone up and they needed to get the hell out of Dodge. All of the Breakers she could see were either laid out with their insides on their outsides or were fervently trying to smash the swarm of H10 guardian angel wasps, so she had no need for the drug's powers. In fact, they were more of a hindrance at this point in the game.

[i]'There'll be plenty of time to beat myself up about that later,'[/i] she decided, her breath sunflower and honey sweet as she snatched her gun out of the air. The psychic was having an understandably hard time focusing when he was getting ate up by wasps. [i]'Let's focus on [b]not[/b] being in here when Ramsay drives that fireball through here, yeah?'[/i]

The first thing Cassidy did was pick the hem of her shirt back up and secure it over her face so she didn't blow a mouthful of poison into any of her fellow crew members.  Then she started towards the hole in the wall Dante had made earlier in the attack, only pausing for a brief moment when she crossed in front of Alex. "You alright there?" She questioned, voice muffled through the fabric obstructing her mouth as she nudged him with the toe of her boot. He had taken quite a hit earlier when he'd been thrown into the wall, and even though his neon trick kept him from losing blood that gunshot wound still looked like it hurt like a bitch. She didn't wait for an answer, instead reaching down to haul the kid up by his uninjured arm. 

"Rub some dirt in it," she joked lamely, before adding, "But seriously, you a'ight? Ramsay should be rollin' by with the gas van here pretty quick and we need to skedaddle. You need a hand?" The air under her shirt was thick with her own smog, so she turned her head to better angle it away from him while focusing on loading her last four shells back into the hopefully now functioning shotgun.