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[h3][color=ff2020]Scarlet Rubashka[/color] as [color=ff2020][i]Punished "Venom Bean"[/i][/color][/h3]
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As the Barrett threw itself into Scarlet's shoulder, the round it fired threw itself into the abomination's. In reflex, the target recoiled and released its grip from Amanda. With the android now freed from the monster's grasp, Amanda could possibly get somewhere safe while the others subdued the target. Scarlet quickly brought the target back into her sights, getting a good idea of what was happening through her scope. A spectral tomahawk originating from Michael hit the monster square in the chest, the force enough to knock it back a foot. Before the monster could resume its assault, something strange happened. The eldritch characteristics of the target all travelled back to a single point, as if it were all water swirling down a shower drain. The drain in question seemed to be the knife stuck in the target's hand. The target slowly regained his human form, and the knife that was stuck in his hand seemed to be surrounded by a strange bubble-looking effect. The target's knees gave out, and he fell to them. His weapons were far away, and a lot of guns were now trained on him. The moment the knife was neutralized, Amanda moved in for the arrest. The fight was over. Scarlet and her allies won.

The homunculus couldn't help but sigh heavily in relief.

Scarlet unloaded her rifle, and cycled the bolt. As her adrenaline started to fade away, the pain of constantly gripping the bolt and the pistol grip with all of the blisters on her hand slowly sank in. [color=ff2020]"[b][i]Ow[/i][/b]."[/color] Scarlet groaned as she shook her hand around a bit. The gun was now empty and back inside of her tactical bag of holding. The relevant ammunition was also stored away. This time, like normal, she didn't feel anything as she put away her weapon, other than the pain that came with holding a heavy object with a blistered hand. She watched as some new OMR vehicles arrived on scene. Unarmed again, Scarlet rolled onto her back and awkwardly scooted her way down from the top of the roof. Scarlet got to the edge of the roof with a few grunts and light pushes, and eventually hopped off the roof in the safest way she could attempt.

Many OMR agents flooded the area, quickly getting to work on securing the site and scouring it for evidence. A few had already passed her on their way to the building that she was just on top of. As the agents passed her, she pointed towards the door. [color=ff2020]"Hey, that place has Soviet mines in them. I already got a bit of C4 on one of them, you can use it if you want to."[/color] They replied in a professional matter, thanking her but also telling her that they have it handled. Scarlet shrugged. [color=ff2020]"Hey, can never be too safe with these things. Good luck in there."[/color] Scarlet wandered away from the building, watching the OMR agents do their work.

Hearing footsteps coming in her direction, Scarlet turns to the source and sees Michael. [color=ff2020]"Oh, hey!"[/color] She adjusted her ball cap as Michael approached her. She smiled sheepishly at his compliments, looking away briefly. [color=ff2020]"Oh, you're too kind. The credit should mostly go to the... uhm... scary thing, for standing still for me."[/color] Scarlet replied with a joking smile. Once he asked if she was doing okay, Scarlet took the glove off of her right hand and held it up, revealing the blisters and dead skin all along her hand and forearm. [color=ff2020]"As well as you can be when Scary Thing is screwing with your bags of holding."[/color] Scarlet said with a shrug. [color=ff2020]"Nothing a bit of healing magic can't fix, though. Should be good by tomorrow."[/color] She puts her glove back on, wincing a little in pain. [color=ff2020]"Ouch. Yeah. How about you?"[/color]

When Michael turned to Amanda, Scarlet did so as well. She did not say anything, though, as Michael pretty much asked Amanda the same things that she would have. However, Amanda needed a moment. As the homunculus patiently waited for an answer, Scarlet felt a nudge against her shoulder. She turned to Mike and listened. She was confused for a moment in regards to the 'gods' he mentioned, but when she spotted his posse, she knew exactly what he meant. She smiled sadly, thinking about the actual Abomination that was defeated in space. [color=ff2020]"I wasn't there for that fight, but I could imagine how terrifying it must've been. I heard all kinds of things. Thinking about it still gets to me."[/color] She looked to the scene of the battle, where some of the OMR agents were tagging the bodies that remained on the ground. [color=ff2020]"Still, a monster's a monster. Even if they're otherworldly they die all the same. Doesn't make them any less terrifying, though."[/color] Scarlet turned back to Mike, and smiled a little. [color=ff2020]"And yeah, you're right. That fight was a bit much."[/color] She chuckled dryly. [color=ff2020]"But in all seriousness, you really helped me out there. I probably would've been stuck whimpering behind that tree if it weren't for your song."[/color] She gestured to the one tree in the whole property that was severely damaged by gunfire. [color=ff2020]"Or on the roof, or... you get the idea. Regardless, thank you."[/color]

Amanda turned back to them once she finished speaking with the other agents, and gave the two her answer. It turns out that they might actually be finished here, and that they might have a chance to go chill in town for a bit. Before Scarlet could think of [i]anything[/i] that she might even want to ask, Amanda walked away towards the other agents, who were holed up by the cars they drove. A demonic-looking lady seemed to be talking with... [i][color=ff2020]what's her face...[/color][/i] Agent Faye Howard, and a few others were trying to recover from the fight. Everyone looked fine for the most part, no friendlies were down. Hurt? Maybe, but not dead. Out of the sea of black vehicles, the red Honda Prelude that Scarlet rented stood out like a sore thumb. Scarlet blinked, realizing that her rental might have been caught in the crossfire. Despite the distance between Scarlet and the Honda, she could tell that there was about a dozen bullet holes all over the fender and hood, and the windshield took some hard hits.

[color=ff2020]"Well, fuck. Looks like my rental's been shot to shit."[/color] Scarlet sighed. [color=ff2020]"Even if it'll start I don't think it's road legal anymore, so... I [i]miiiiight[/i] have ride back to the office with you guys."[/color] Scarlet frowned. [color=ff2020]"Damn. Poor Honda. I liked driving that thing."[/color]