[center][h1]Bak Tsarevna[/h1][/center]
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Bak didn't even have a second to observe the hole before someone came bounding out of it. In the moment before the person noticed her, she recognized that he wasn't one of her friends. She widened her stance, getting into firing position as the person turned and charged at her while he guns were still spinning up, not even giving her time to properly recognize him before he'd leaped up upon her. She felt the arms reach around her, trying to take her to the ground. That didn't happen though. She reached out as he did, her hands gripping his waist as he reached out and latched on to her. She swayed. She did not fall. She held him in the air, and in the middle of this strange, ballet like embrace she looked upon the face of her opponent and recognized it. Samoth. St. Laurals. 

She smiled at him. It had been a while since she'd had an opportunity to have so much fun. "You can not bullrush me, silly-billy." She said. Then she pushed off the ground with her foot, turning toward the wall separating the hallway from Room 302, hand sliding up to grip a handful of his shirt. In one motion, with all her strength, she moved to put him through the wall.