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"Oh no, she..." The man would turn around and look at the figure on stage, who was, in turn, staring at him, her eyes wide.

"Scheiße. I knew you were a liability." Turning to look at the last two of the soldier's stands being surpressed by Miss Murder's revolvers, then at the rapidly-increasing number of people gunning for her, her stand only barely deflecting the latest round of projectiles. The woman would feel the sting of something jabbing into her, her stand rushing towards her body in defence, and as Tarras' stand began its lethal work, Through The Barricade would yank it out and hurl it across the room, just as the user desperately scrambled for the piano. Reaching in side, she tugged at something, hard, and then hurled a stickgrenade at the resistance fighters as hard as she could, turning and sprinting out of a rear door in the same moment.

"She is definitely a Nazi." Till would nod to himself, and as the grenade landed at his feet, reaper would turn and yell out its stand cry one last time. [b][color=ed1c24]DIE![/color][/b] Its fist would come down onto the grenade at its users feet shattering the fragile metal casing and 'defusing' the device (as much as it could be defused when you were simply punching it very hard.)