[img=http://i.imgur.com/t9SKBzc.png] [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - First Floor (Party Hall/Casino)[/b][/u] Amy's whip flashed even brighter as Heather charged passed her, completely missing the blinding flare altogether. Even Trixie couldn't react fast enough once the woman made it inside her encasement. The gasp for air was great - but not enough, as she was soon swept up by the woman, who wrapped her arm around Trixie's neck as if to suffocate her further. The cleric's grip on her gem tightened, the whip twitching and sparking as though crafted from electricity. Those guns Trixie wielded were nothing on their own, but even a rain of them pounding on someone's head would be enough for brain damage. Amy had to do something, anything to help Trixie out of that rut. And even without the woman assisting Bart over in the back, he seemed to be doing fine without her. A simple glance over the shoulder would show the man... sitting atop the other two. Who walloped in pain? Obviously there was much more to this duo than there seemed. Xandra too was stricken with hesitation. Three of the five guilders were trapped, though Amy was confident Moira and Syed could somehow break free. Trixie, however... Still clenching her gem, Amy took a deep breath. There were some options. A flash of light, yes - enough to blind the woman holding Trixie hostage. Or the duo charging straight at her before she could react? Or... a distraction? In all instances, however, all it took was trigger-fingers to release a barrage of bullets. The metallurgist must have understood this. She gave Amy a disdainful but firm nod before reverting her metal arm into a fist. Amy too retracted her whip. Maybe Xandra had a plan with this - to get Heather to loosen her grip on the hostage, perhaps? And what if she didn't comply? "Gods damn this." [img=http://i.imgur.com/dO6vRyy.png] Realizing what Xandra and Amy were doing, Trixie merely squirmed and squawked under Heather's grasp. There was - there was nothing else she could do. All her weapons and bombs were stripped away from her, and she couldn't slide so easily out of a skinny arm's headlock without breaking her chin. Maybe - maybe being held like this could enable her to kick! Yeah, that's right. Kicking. If she could - if she could dangle just a wee bit closer to the woman's body, she could slam her foot into her shin. Or ankle. Or foot. Or something. Then the lady would let go, Trixie could fetch the other gun, and then they'd have this really cool gun-off or something. At least, she'd be fantasizing about how cool that would be if she wasn't gasping for precious air and kicking her legs about like wild hoses. Unbeknownst to all four of them though, the uzi Heather wielded - the very same one plucked from a toilet and surmounted in bite marks - was out of ammo. --- [img=http://i.imgur.com/Pu73RDa.png] [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Fourth Floor (Indoor Pool)[/b][/u] Dylan had drawn Lisette a weapon: bow and arrows. Ah, so she was an archer? Following up on Mordie's shot, she was quick to shoot arrows directly at the bear; there was no hesitation. However the battle here was short-lived. The bear, agitated, charged after Lisette, but slipped on the oil splatter - sending both itself and Lisette flying into the pool. Mordie almost lowered her weapon at this sudden change of events, especially as the bear vanished in a puff of smoke. Okay. What animal was ne-- [i]"Bros! Today we charge."[/i] Oh. How disappointing! Was he out of summons already? With Lisette in the pool now, nothing but oil stood between an armed (or legged - hehehe) Lucien and his three remaining teammates. Jerry, the lifeguard who was closest and had eased around the oil splats while the bear was out, took his chance and charged after Mordie now, his baton skyhigh. But Mordie only giggled at this, side-stepping the hollering man and elbowing him on the small of his back. Shocked, his baton was sent soaring out of his hand towards Dylan, before Mordie - "See ya, cutie!" - bumped him with her hip, right into the pool as well. But Lucien had made his way to them as well, after slipping and sliding and smacking himself on the nose. Mordie turned from the pool to see him gripping onto Dylan's foot, encouraging him out of his charmed state. Oh, but she wasn't done with her toy just yet. "Ah'm afraid ah can't letcha do that, sugar." The woman reached over with her free hand and yanked back Lucien off the matter artist. Similarly to Heather downstairs, Mordie held him in a chokehold, but the gun-wielding arm was used to support her hold rather than hold him hostage. She glanced over her shoulder to see the other two bros on their way as well, interrupted from one nearly sliding on the oil again and the other trying to pull him back. To make matters worse, she shot at their feet to startle them before chucking her empty gun to the wall. She grinned. "Let's try somethin' new." Quickly Mordie loosened her grip on Lucien, only to turn him to face her. She now freed hand gripped onto his face as well, her long polished nails threatening to dig into his cheeks. Anything to get him to meet her eyes. And then she winked. With that, her charm on Dylan was released in a flash, though her hold on Lisette remained tight. Mordie's facial features softened into one of injury, a damsel in distress. "Lucy baby, please help." Clicking her heels onto the floor, she about faced, keeping Lucien's back to Dylan as she stroked his face with her soft, soft fingers and drooped her other hand near his neck towards his back, as if embracing him. The blood from his nose ran over her hand, but she paid no mind to this. "Dylan has a dangerous, dangerous weapon... oh, please get it away from us!" Mordie smiled, pleadingly, and nudged the summoner back towards Dylan, before retrieving Jerry's baton off the floor with a twirl, eyes flitting between Dylan, Lisette, and the two slipping bros.