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Although the threat of immediate danger seemed to have passed for the moment, she decided to stay put. With her body sheilding her sister, she could ensure that if anything happened, Angel could continue healing. As soon as her sister told her to get up, she would.

She knew that the tiger man would be on guard close by and so would Vincent so even though her back was facing up, she felt safer knowing that there were two men guarding those in the coffin.

Yeah..would probably be less of a hassle to just go about it the easy route. So why ******** that s**t. Yawg had stopped infont of him and cracked his knuckles only, gave a very narrow window that Ali was going to take regardless of how slim it was. This had to go by the numbers.
First off, Ali would pull the trigger on the shotgun that was forced downards at the floor infront of him. The same area that Yawg's feet now were in the vicinity of, so if it didn't blow off some toes then it would at the very least hurt and cause a distraction. Onwards to the second move, target the softest tissue with the knife. The distraction would hopefully draw the attention away from the knife which he'd aim for one of Yawg's eyes, get the blade plunged into the eyeball and left in the socket.
That ought to grant Ali a larger crack in the window to do his third move. At the same time the shotgun went off, Ali would use the distraction of both the shot and the attack of the knife to reach his right hand under his left arm. Pull the handgun out of the holster, use his thumb to flick the safety switch off as he brought it up into a proper aim.
Allowing him the possibility to empty off the entire clip at Crow.

Of course this all relied on every actions having the effect as he was hoping for. Distraction, injury and then opportunity.
A coward uses a gun?, Well bravery didn't count for jack s**t when you're dead and a feast for maggots.

So plan didn't work, improvisation spurred by instinct was the key. Adapt and overcome as they kept screaming out before shipping him to Vietnam, Was something that had stuck with him.
So his movements proceeded as his plan intended. However instead of empty an entire clip at Crow, Ali simply aimed it in a downward angle infront of him with his right arm close against his side. Intending to one-up Vincent and his crotch shots..with an actually crotch shot or ten if he got the entire clip out before Yawg pulled away.
Yawg might be bulletproof, but clearly he had c**k and balls. What would be the point in Crow going for him otherwise? And if you had balls then even the smallest tap on them stung like a ******** on crack.

Everything unfolding was surprising and upsetting. Ziven started a slow path back towards the center of the room, watching Ali and Yawg especially. Though most of her face was pressed into an expression of worry, her keen eyes and ears were very alert.

Once returned close enough to the table, she spoke softly to Solie, not taking her eyes from the men. "Solie, will you come to the door with me?" she asked, still more concerned with being polite than anything else.

Kumouri had been watch the scuffle and other events going on. He thought Ali was a fool to have this impromptu fight here in the bar where civilians were at. He did see Crow actually help the two girls out of the light of fire. And it dawned on him why she did what she did to him earlier. She liked those of the feline persuasion, it would explain her having tolerating him during each encounter. He'd have to keep note of this for the future. He then looks to Vincent and says quietly to him We should use this open opportunity to escape as well. I can cover you while you and Star leave with Angel.

Yawgmoth's hands latched on to the man's wrist and forearm and he squeezed down. When Ali's other arm flicked up the gun and he went to shoot him, right in the d**k no less, the Lord of the Wastes jerked, pulling the arm and with it the man's body along with his own forcing the barrel of the gun to shift with them. Both fortunately and unfortunately, most of the shots went into his leg but not all of them. One found its intended target and when it did the eyes of the Lord of the Wastes tore open with surprise as pain radiated and he was forced to let go of the man and sink into the shadows to get away for a moment.

The large man quickly rose back up from the darkness a good distance away with a face full of fury. "You, little ingrate!" he shouted, his voice for some utterly known reason, a higher octave than usual, "Do you see what happened to Angel? When we get our hands on you, that'll just be a warmup compared to what you're going to go through for that stunt." Yawgmoth bellowed, though the whole time his left hand was unconsciously covering his crotch. He was both furious and impressed. Furious because the man actually nailed him with a shot and impressed because sometimes when one was clearly outclassed in raw power, one had to do what was necessary to win. Clearly that man was willing to do that.

"I know Angel can't be moved so we are going to have to just grin and bare it."

~Gently pulling Star up he sighed more to himself then anyone.~

"Can't you just got to the Bakery with Daisy?"

~Vincent had too many things to focus on and her leaving would make it easier. Perhaps the other two ladies could follow her out. Another round of flesh seeking projectiles found their mark and the immortal failed to stifle his laugh. All Yawg's bravado flew out the window when he grabbed hold of his injured jewels claiming vengeance squeaky voice and all.~

Kumouri did see what happened to Yawgmoth with the most recent shot. While it was mildly amusing, he would make a mental know of a potential weak spot. Kumouri was nothing if not a careful observer.