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Christ, who was she running after? Jesse Owens? Lilliane wasn't exactly an athlete, but she could hold her own when it came to running. Despite this, the nazi managed to fuck off and go god knows where. With no more target to track, she went back to the ruins of the cafe and entered through one of the human sized holes she made.

Fortunately, this meant that she wasn't under threat of being immediately shot by a panicking gunwoman. Her stand, apparently invisible to the woman, materialized behind her. Its broken, jittering form creaked and ached its claw extended above the woman's head and gently scraped along the barrel of the gun. Almost instantly, the mechanics of the gun came undone. The spring flew from the front of the gun, the magazine fell, and the slide flung itself away from the frame as each component of the pistol disassembled.

[color=E1DAD0]"How unlucky. Anyways, she got away. <No point staying here,>"[/color] she said with the final portion in a tone that could only be described as native, [color=E1DAD0]"<unless you'd wish to be caught. And I'd like to avoid deaths, even if they are Nazis. Unless you can surely erase them, there will be blood. They aren't going to target only partisans, either.>"[/color]