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Taras expected that「The Reaper」's user wouldn't go down so easily - because [i]nothing[/i] came easy to their ragtag group of Allies, did it? From the very first meeting when they'd been forced to cram into a much too small plane, which was barely even two days ago, it'd just been trouble after trouble. So of course, Taras anticipated that taking out this enemy stand wouldn't be as simple as shooting it's user while Cakebread distracted the thing itself. What he [i]didn't[/i] anticipate was his own bullets being redirected back at him. The Russian caught two rounds before he could get out of the projectiles' path, one grazing his broad shoulder and taking a chunk of flesh with it, the other ripping straight through his bicep.

[color=crimson][i]"Bitch!"[/i][/color] he snarled at the woman on stage. He had half a mind to raise his pistol and fire at her, but logic overcame his anger. If he did that, she'd just reflect the bullets again. Even more annoying, the sow was right: they [i]should[/i] have focused on escape, especially now that Lilliane had blown a hole in the wall. As satisfying as taking out every stand user in the German force would be, in this situation they were outnumbered and surrounded. The best thing they could do was get out of the cafe and regroup - at least then they wouldn't have enemies on all sides of them. Taras swallowed a noise of frustration, turning his cold glare on the ugly Nazi puppets that were quickly advanced on them. Every stand had a poor excuse for a human being attached to it. Even though they were strange and identical, the wooden-like figures were still controlled by their users. [i]Or...?[/i] an absurd thought flashed through Taras' mind, but he ignored it for now. Instead, he reloaded his weapon and without a word aimed it at the enemy closest to him, the one clearly looking for his own stand. Unfortunately for them,「Bad Case」wouldn't be making an appearance just yet. If they weren't going to make it easy for him, Taras certainly wasn't going to make it easy for them. 

He fired, one shot to the soldier's heart and one to the head. Then he retreated back towards Lilliane and the hole in the wall as he continued firing at the identical legion of soldiers, intent on thinning them out through the most direct method. [color=crimson]"Come, we should regroup,"[/color] he called to the other agents, only then noticing that Yonaka and「Ritz」had moved even further away from them. Why? His brow furrowed. His eyes swept over the cafe. Ah, the patrons. Figures. These women were sentimental. Some might call Taras heartless, but frankly their team was much more important than the civilian diners... and wasn't it considered an honor to die for your country anyway? In Taras' humble opinion, they should let the patrons become martyrs while the rest of them escaped. [i]I very much doubt the ladies would agree to that plan,[/i] he thought to himself. So, plan B. 

[color=crimson]"Agent, how difficult was making that hole in the wall?"[/color] Taras didn't look at Lilliane even as he questioned her, keeping his gaze firmly locked on the enemies in the cafe. When any had any wise ideas about moving towards them, he shot, even as blood splashed from his own wounds. [color=crimson]"That is, could you do it again?"[/color]