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Kumourti eventually recovered from the effects of Crow's spell, especially since she wasn't giving him any further attention. To think he'd ever had any interest in her. He'd push such thoughts aside and return to watching over Angel.

As Crow pushed on forward, she followed Ziven. A evil smile bracing her lips as she moved forward, allowing the woman to believe she was in control. Looking just past the girls shoulder, The Mistress watched her husband materialize in the fleshie's shadow knowing all to well what would happen next.

As Vincent settled with her in the chair in front of the fire, Star couldn't help but wonder what the stinch was in this area of the room. What is that smell?

The best hitmen waited for the most opportune time, Which was exactly what Ali had been doing. Seemingly focused on Solis despite the entrance of Yawg & Crow, behaving as if they didn't matter anymore. They wouldn't..if Angel wasn't breathing. But alas she did and he was still under contract.

The opportune moment was when Crow broke away from Yawg and moved towards Ziven, while he was preoccupied with Kumi and Vincent. Just what Ali had waited from, like predators did. Waiting for the lamb to move away from the herd. Though that moment seemed to close rapidly and so Ali reacted on sheer instinct, Grabbing onto the shotgun, bring it up for a proper aim as he turned his body towards his target and pulling the trigger. Letting the hail of lead get flung out with a deafening boom.

Crow had been careless. Growling as the hot lead tore into her shoulder blade, spinning her around as she groaned in pain. Cursing below her breath, she quickly assessed the damage. The whole right side of her shoulder looked like ground hamburger with shining specks of splintered bone within the wound. Looking up, she noticed Ziven had been sprayed with her blood as the shot tore into her. Hissing, she looked over and saw Ali standing with his gun, the barrel still smoking. All this happened in a matter of seconds but time slowed as she looked into the eyes of her Husband. Reaching up her dress, she quickly retrieved the dagger in her thigh strap and with a flick of her wrist she sent it towards Ali's chest. If it hit it's mark Crow would have time to bring another plan into fruition.

God dammit, Yawgmoth growled internally. He'd been too calm and confident and too busy picking on the girl who'd backed up into him to notice the hitman and his weapon. When the shotgun roared and Crow's blood sprayed out onto him and Ziven he twisted his face into a snarl and stepped around the two women and started towards the man, on a different route than Crow's dagger so as not to get in the way of his dark beloved's strike. He was going to look for a sign that she was ok, but that dagger was a pretty good sign of where her priorities were.

"You know we're taking the finger you squeezed the trigger with don't you boy? We hope to whatever gods you pray to that you've got more than that in your back of tricks." he threatened marching forward towards Ali. The shadows in the room twitched and moved, animating with the anger of their master. The room grew darker, colder and for the gunman it would feel like a thousand sets of eyes were upon him at once. The darkness watched from every angle ready to pounce if need be.

Kumouri saw what Ali had set on the table and turned away, covering his ears so he wouldn't have to suffer the assault of that grenade. He hated this so called "hitmen" of modern times, too loud in their work.