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With his bulk, Taras wasn't the type of man that could avoid pressurized traps, so one wrong step could prove dangerous - and did, once he heard the soft and subtle shift beneath his foot of something moving that didn't belong there. In the next moment the man was hoisted up, caught in a slick net. It was fortunate there were no explosives in this trap, and instinctively Taras moved to cut himself out. He was stopped mid action by an unwelcome guest in his little space, coming face to face with the sheared visage of a man. Normally this kind of thing didn't bother him, and it didn't bother him now - but it made him pause just long enough that it might have proven lethal if not for Yonaka's quick intervention.

Even though her voice sounded a bit off as though relayed through a machine, the extremely poor attempt at mimicking his accent was more than enough to know it was Yonaka that called out. Taras was ripped from the air as something broke the cord and shattered against the tree, spawning a pretty large slab of metal. Both he and the plate hit the ground soon afterward, the gunman's bullet striking the shield. Spurred back into action, Taras cut himself free of his macabre bindings... but he didn't leave the shreds of the man behind. He took the face in one gloved hand, giving it a bit of a more thorough once over and barely suppressing a grin. Now this was art. The work of the truly deranged - or, the truly angry. He bundled the skin up and tucked it away before moving with as much speed as possible to join Yonaka behind the tank once it reached his area. The woman's Stand, or what he presumed was her Stand, was hard to miss.

[color=crimson]"Well done,"[/color] Taras spoke to the agent, [color=crimson]"I am relieved to see you can do more than play music."[/color]

His tone wasn't sour for once, but to say it was friendly would be disingenuous. They still had some warming up to do with each other. After a moment Taras added, [color=crimson]"Quick recovery too."[/color] His own Stand, still clinging to his back, wiggled a little bit with his words. Truth be told the Russian man was rather impressed with Ritz' abilities, but like hell he was going to admit that right now.

Quickly, he focused on the task at hand and ducked his head to relay what Yonaka likely already knew. [color=crimson]"Single shooter. Annoying accuracy. Uncanny, even. This tank may not be able to protect us from that for long. Get us up to the fort though and this will be a one sided fight no longer."[/color] With a wry smile he patted the woman's freshly healed shoulder and flicked his gaze from her, to「Bad Case」, to the fortress. The little mechanical insect hopped off the man and scuttled quickly around the tank. With all that had suddenly happened, and Oscuro still on the move, now was the perfect time to send the Stand scouting. It was light and quick and soon enough「Bad Case」made it inside ahead of the group.