Kiara scoffed at Vincent's words. "Uh, yeah. You think?" At this point, the townsfolk had been reduced into a mindless hoard of scared animals, hellbent on destroying anything in front of them. Unfortunately, that entailed two weary travelers. Subtle magic wasn't going to cut it, but Kiara didn't want to kill anyone either. But if it came down to a fight. . .finally removing her right hand from her coat, she produced a chokuto with two handguns melded on each side of the blade above the weapon's guard. The townsfolk stared at the weapon for a moment before resuming the mad craze.

"Crap! I thought Volunta would scare them off. Apparently not. . ." Kiara ducked as the bottle throwing began. Knowing that the situation was now life or death, she made a quick decision to get the hell out of there as quick as possible. She'd risk the storm outside; anything was better then being cooped up in this hell hole. Apparently knocked out of her daze, the yellow dressed woman raised her gun again and began firing at her, sending sprays of bullets through the walls.

As a cluster of gunfire almost hit her head, Kiara couldn't help but look at the damage being done in dismay. "Jeez! They want us dead that much?" Talking wouldn't work, and the mob split off into two groups. Half of them went after her, while the other half closed in around Vincent. The woman turned her attention now on him, firing away with her gun. Kiara's group began to throw chairs, tables, and whatever furniture they could get their hands on. Kiara sliced through each one with ease. Still, she noticed that she was being pushed back into the corner. 

She gritted her teeth. It wouldn't be long before they were completely swarmed.

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"Durgen, huh?" Webster sheathed his blade after witnessing Rebel's handiwork. It always amused him to see the infamous Penance Stare put to use. He couldn't help but chuckle at his underling's sadistic tendencies. "She needs to die," he told Rebel. "No witnesses. We don't need any higher ups ruining our fun." He placed his hands in his coat pockets and began in the direction of west, the black sand circling around him like a death plague. 

"We'll be leaving shortly. Until then, do what you want with the body."