[color=c4df9b][b]Yamada, Hisui
District 7[/b][/color][hr]

Hisui was already moving the moment the window broke, spurred by the sudden noise. Her fingers did depress the trigger, but without disengaging the safety, the weapon didn't fire. 

[color=c4df9b]"I see. About firing this weapon..."[/color] Again the strange spin, with louder short barks of staccato noises coming from both her red gloves and her red boots as she seemed to execute the move faster, moving quickly out of the way of the pompadour's lance hair before transitioning into a crouched firing pose. [color=c4df9b]"I wasn't bluffing."[/color]

With a loud *FMOOSH* the back blast scattered the tables and chairs behind her, as the rocket whizzed past the now pompadour'd man, and straight into the side of the vehicle. But... it did not explode. A fact she knew to be true of explosive weapons such as these, that all the warheads required a minimum distance for the explosives to be actually primed. Within such close range, all the bazooka effectively fired was a large heavy block of metal to crush their escape vehicle. Someone like her who did what she did, should at least know that much.