[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color][/h3][/center]

	Chloe's smile had turned into a nervous grimace- though to say it had ever been anything else would be an exaggeration if not a lie. Her strikes had been clumsy, and in terms of pure brute strength, it seemed like the Reaper outclassed her. Or, at the very least, he was just so fucking angry he wasn't holding anything back. At the moment, her adrenaline was pumping and her split knuckles hardly registered on the pain index. As Ritz, it's perfect porcelain teeth grit in concentration, deflected the enemy's rush, she felt a strange cutting pain in her shoulders and forearms. Her shoulders and forearms were beginning to split, and the rolled up sleeve of her leather jacket was getting cut into. Chloe hissed through her teeth as her fashion and toned arms were split into.

	 His cape, unveiled with dramatic flair, began to glow with some kind of menacing glow. The british woman was sweating and intimidated, worried that at moment's notice this thing was going to unveil some strange power and pop her head off. What could she do? What could [i]he[/i] do?

	The annoying ballerina woman and her annoying ballerina Stand danced around the room and was supporting the Reaper by absorbing projectile fire. They were surrounded and in a bad way. Fortunately, Lilliane had an idea, and that was to run away. At least put some distance between them and the ambush. The only problem was, that would essentially be throwing all the civilians in the pub to the wolves like lambs to a slaughter. Surely the Stand users were more of a target then these frenchies, right? Put these people were Nazi's- the lowest scum on Earth. They would massacre these people without a second thought. Probably just to teach everyone in the group a lesson. Her hazel eyes flicked quickly from one side of the room to the other, scanning the scenario for options, plans, anything.

	One of Tinkerbells goons suddenly lunged at her, trying to wrap it's wooden limbs around Puttin' on the Ritz' much more refined and badass form. Ritz had retreated slightly from Reaper, pushed back by it's onslaught. No longer wild or random with her strikes, Ritz had adopted a kind of amateurish boxing stance, something a recruit would get taught in basic training. Certainly better then the nonsense she had tried to pull before, but it was obvious to anyone with melee knowledge that Ritz really didn't know what it was doing and was just going off what Chloe had learned in bootcamp. 

	[color=fff79a]"Augh, bugger me!"[/color] Chloe cried out as she put her half-assed plan into motion. With a few clunks and thunks, Ritz quickly moved her long limb behind her back and switched discs. Such a move may put her more at risk from a strike, so Chloe just had to hope that her Stand was durable enough to survive whatever cheap shot the Reaper could get in during the half-second of exposed torso she had granted it.

	[color=fff79a][b]"Disc One, Side 'A'!"[/b][/color] Ritz announced. A faint, crackly apparation of Ritz would appear, overlayed with the currently existing Stand. Like it had been recorded in color film, and was being projected onto thin air with 3d show. The recording's fists, however, were anything but weak, and threw out a barrage of boxer's blows, lows, highs, and straights. It kept it's arms in close and defended itself, but it wasn't actually reacting to anything the Reaper was doing. A pre-recorded message, deadly but unable to improvise.

	However, Chloe hoped it would be enough to distract the Reaper so she could rocket Ritz' right leg into the wooden body of the doll attempting to grapple her. 

	If everything went well, Chloe would maneuver her and her Stand away from the exit Lilliane had created, positiong herself between the Reaper and the rest of the patrons. She was covering for the people to escape, and hopefully her allies would devise some kind of plan to come and save her once they were no longer being born down on by the enemy Stand Users.

	[color=fff79a]"Eyes 'ere, y'fuckin' wankers."[/color] Chloe crudely grunted, standing behind Ritz and sticking up a two-fingered salute. Blood trickled down the back of her hand. Now Ritz was preparing to defend itself, all the while a simulated flurry of blows was being projected out from it's body to dissaude any careless advances.