[center][h3]π•Άπ–Žπ–†π–—π–† π•Ίπ–˜π–ˆπ–šπ–—π–” // π•Έπ–Žπ–˜π–˜ π•Έπ–šπ–—π–‰π–Šπ–—[/h3] [url=https://youtu.be/vE8QJ0FOZKI]⊰This world has only one rule / The winner is always right⊱[/url] [h3]//[/h3][/center] The smell of freshly-baked bread did… [i]something[/i] to Kiara. Something like nostalgia from a past life. No matter what it could be called, she wasn’t sure she particularly liked it. It made her feel… soft, which was something that by all means could [i]not[/i] happen. She mostly ignored the dancer’s speech, until she caught the phrase β€œgood aryan blood,” which made her quietly scoff and roll her eyes. As the woman kept talking, however, she was struck with nostalgia of another kind. No, not exactly nostalgia. Familiar anticipation, maybe. Her apprehension was proven right when a crowd of gunmen stormed the restaurant. This wasn't a new situation to her; she had actually been on the [i]other[/i] side of it a few times before. Tupolev flipped the table to create a barrier. Good. She would have done the same if he hadn’t. She ducked behind the table, keeping a close eye for any hostiles that might try to approach them from behind. She waited out the first hail of bullets, then made her move by summoning Miss Murder. Her stand thrust out an arm, which transformed into a gun similar to the ones the soldiers were carrying. She let out her own barrage, sweeping across their formation in a single line before retreating back behind the barrier.