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After a quick detailing of his plan to get Chloe out, Lilliane couldn't help but take issue with it. Based entirely on the fact that Chloe seemed to unwilling to leave the civilians, making a hole for her to escape would most likely be ignored until the civilians were safe. That meant, for better or worse, she was staying and fighting that thing. At the very least, she'd give her some assistance. Buy some more time. She took one last glance at the inside of the cafe, committing it to memory. This was what she had to work with.

[color=E1DAD0]"Tell her to her back against the wall when she looks ready to leave,"[/color] she told Kiara and Taras. She wasn't exactly in the business of shouting out her plans to her enemies, after all. Information was power.

With a quick dash to the building's behind, her mind began to calculate that snapshot. At the angle where she was at, her distance to the left and right... Adjusting for the thickness of the walls and height of the stage... It should have been there. With a fierce punch from her stand, its fist met brick as the two stopped in a brief deadlock. Still, the stand pushed on, more and more force building from within the single brick.

Then it fired at the back of dancer's head.

Probably.

Really, Lilliane had no real way of seeing through walls. It was a highly educated guess based on an eidetic memory. However, the dancer could have moved or swayed her head in the mean time. It might have completely missed. It also wasn't like she could look through the new hole she made, either. Not unless she had a stool, or something.