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[b]The Grande Diamond: Basement[/b]
Moira's grip on her pipe did not shift for one second, staying stock still as she watched the woman warily. Unlike her partner, whose hands dropped slightly from his interrupted shield spell despite still looking twitchy as hell. What on earth was she doing?

What the fuck was this?!

A fist suddenly burst through the smoke and dust, causing Moira to step and bend backwards as she attempted to evade the punch...

Except that stopped abruptly too. What? WHAT?! Was he just... suffocating there?! She lost her balance, landing in a not at all dignified manner. She glowered at them, completely perplexed. What the hell was going on?! Once he had gotten over... whatever it was, the pair then just stopped. Just. Stopped.

She had her badass reentry into the fight... for this?!

[i]“Good luck with your business.”[/i]

"WHAT?!" Moira screeched as she stood herself back up. Her knuckes went white, her pupils contracted, her lips curling in rage. "Don't you [i]dare[/i] turn your backs on me! DON'T YOU [i]DARE!!![/i]" She began to pace forward briskly, the pipe dragging behind her. Any words the others may have had for her fell upon deaf ears. All that mattered to her was that she was in the middle of something. She was in the middle of something and she was going to finish it! And she was not going to let them out of her sight!

"COWARDS!" she screamed as they passed through the door. "FILTHY, FUCKIN ****ING COWARDS!!! THAT'S IT, RUN AWAY, YOU FUCKIN' ARSEHOLES! RUN AWAY!!!" She brought her arm back, her muscles tensing before she flung the pipe right at the door.

Only for the pipe to suddenly change trajectory in the air, smashing into one of the walls instead. Syed stood just behind her, his extended fingers still buzzing from the electricity.

"It's over, Moira," he said softly, watching her carefully. He couldn't really believe it either, but if Heather was willing to actually harm Bart to stop him attacking then it was only really fair to not attack back. Unless it was a trap of course, but he wasn't willing to push his luck any further.

"IS IT FUCK OVER!" Her eyes flicked over to her partner. She looked completely wild, like she was teetering on the edge of losing it. "LIKE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHEN SOMETHING IS OVER! OVEREMOTIONAL PIECE OF SHIT!"

With that she continued storming after the pair, making a beeline to pick the pipe back up as she went. She wasn't going to let them escape! She wasn't!

Only for her to feel something wrap around her chest. Looking down she saw the familiar long thin arms of her partner, bloodied and dirty from the battle. His hands however remained tensed, ready to gesture at a split-second's notice.

"Don't make me, Moira." He said quietly as he pressed his bloodied forehead into her back. Bending over so much was hardly comfortable, but at least this way left his hands free. "Have some dignity. Let's just find everyone. That's why we're here, remember?"

He lifted his head once more, looking over to the others. Xan, Amy and Trixie. "Come on, let's go."