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[b]The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor - Casino/Party Hall[/b]
While not much of a plan, it seemed to be working anyway. Xan had successfully sidestepped the attack, swinging her transfigured prosthetic towards Bart...

...Only for it to be suddenly blocked by [i]something[/i], sparks leaping out from seemingly thin air. Moira snarled a little with an exclamation of [i]"oh come on!"[/i], while Syed's eyes widened in shock. He knew what that was well enough. It was in his own arsenal of moves in fact, although electricity really did not lend itself to it that well.

It was a shield. This woman it seemed could create real, legitimate shields. Well.

Shit. This did not look good at all.

Right on cue he felt that familiar warm glow wash over his body, his aches and pains easing and lessening as his scrapes clotted. Moira too was encased in that telltale golden aura, a somewhat intimidating grin spreading across her lips when she put two and two together. Syed couldn't quite believe it, so he whipped his head around in suprise.

Amy was at the door looking slightly out of breath, with Trixie and her guns shouting about where she should shoot. They... they'd come back to help them? They must have, last he saw them they were running up the stairs. Why... why would she do that? After what he had done to her, after her reaction, after her slap? She was the sort of woman who you fully well knew when you had scorned her. It didn't make sense to him, just like how Amy never made sense to him ever. Wouldn't they be looking for Estelle and Josette?

Although to be fair he certainly appreciated it - in fact these two were probably the best people to arrive. He mouthed a 'thank you' to Amy, before the nasty sounding thud and clunk before him brought him back into what he really should have been paying attention to in the first place. Xan, her prosthetic arm damaged and her already suffering from some nasty looking cuts and scrapes. Bart was tearing a bloody roulette table clean from the table it sat on, and Heather stepped beside him.

And Syed did not trust that one bit.

[i]"He's...tough,"[/i] Xan winced. [i]"Do we have a pla...oh, Dyn."[/i]

"Beat the shit out of them both," Moira snarled. Well. Okay. Sort of.

"Trixie," Syed muttered urgently, crouching down and turning his head away from both Bart and Heather so they couldn't lip-read. If they could lip-read anyway. "I need you to do something very important for us, yeah?" He patted a hand on her shoulder and gave her a wink. "We need to get the woman away from the man, and you are the best at distractions. Can you focus on her for me?"

As for the rest of them? He clicked his tongue with annoyance and decided to keep it quite short. Every second they wasted here the chances that something might happen to Estelle and Josette increased. "Attacking them front on probably won't work." His eyes met with Xan's. "We need to think creatively."

Then without warning, he quickly gestured and threw his hand out and... did just what he said wouldn't work. Another blinding, powerful bolt of electricity flashed across the room and struck Heather's shield, although by that point Syed was already leaping forward towards the pair with his gaze warily on that roulette table, hands ready. Moira was caught a bit out actually, before she realised what she needed to do.

"YEAH! Fuck you arseholes!" she wooped, charging forward herself. She still didn't really understand how both Xan's and Sy's attacks didn't hit just now, but she didn't care. They weren't going to get anywhere discussing stratergy she didn't care about. She surged forward like a rampaging bear, past Syed who had slowed to allow her to take the lead again, and swung the large statue violently towards Bart's legs. She was gonna knock him off that fuckin table she didn't give a shit!