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[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor:- Casino/Party Hall[/u][/b]

Xandra’s arm swung out with frightening speed, her metal prosthetic arm shifted into a hammer, ready to connect and strike with Bart’s face and return the generous gift he had given Moira already. However, at the last second, she found her attack unable to strike true. Her hammer hit something, certainly, but it wasn’t Bart.

Her hammer stopped inches away, connecting and struggling against something invisible hanging in the air in front of him. She could see and feel a crack of energy at the point where her arm and this invisible force met, small sparks of light pulsating outwards, before her hammer was propelled backwards by a sudden lurching force, and she tripped over her feet.

By now, of course, Bart had gotten his sights set on Xandra, and a wide smirk graced the mercenary’s lips. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t my girl Heather. Much obliged, beautiful,” Bart raised his head, to look over the scattering of casino equipment:- poker, roulette, craps tables, slot machines, the works, to see Heather standing a small distance away, her eyes opening after her brief need for concentration. “I definitely owe you that green tea now. As for [i]you.[/i]”

Bart refocused his attentions on Xandra, bending down and scooping her up into the air, holding her by the wrist of her hammer transformed prosthetic, eyeing it with peculiar interest. 

“This is a fancy toy you’ve got here, huh?” Bart stared up and down. “What else can it transform into? How about… nothing?”

Suddenly, massive amounts of pressure began to curl around Xandra’s wrist, an intense vice like grip like never before from Bart’s fingers snaking around and crushing it. A small whine left Xandra’s lips, before she found herself hurtled through the room again, barrelling towards Moira, Syed, and the racing prankster who even now was darting throughout the machinery to join her companions (Bart had yet to notice her or Amy behind him, however). 

“Yo, boys!” Bart leapt onto a roulette table, bending down to grip the wheel by its central, metal turnstile, his fingers gripping it as tightly as Xan’s arm, and then with tremendous strength ripping the wheel out from the table. His eyes were focused on the jazz band still nestled in the corner of the room, who really should have fled already by now, but continued to perform regardless. “Give us a song to really play to!”

The band members nodded back, with their fingers deftly gliding over their instruments, their bodies bouncing as their music started to play. 

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