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Jade lip curled up in a slight snarl as Angel emerged from the lounge behind her. If there was one thing she couldn't stnad in the least, was being used as bait. Both Caine and Taliman had done it in the past, and now this hunter was as well.

The young woman was about to give a retort, whent ehre was a lout slam just outside the doors. She turned her head sharply, her eyes widening, wanting to call out a warning to him. But her voice became lodged in her throat as she remembered the gun pointed at the back of her head.

Wishing at that moment to be telepathic for once, she could only watch in strained silence as Deity came bursting thorugh the doors. Her fists clenched tighter as Deity was forced to stop where he was, before she spun around to face Angel, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Angel....don't....please...."

Since she was now facing Angel, she could see the form of a young kitsune woman emerge from the lounge. Memory failing her at the moment, Jade couldn't remember if she knew the girl, but tried her best to signal to her not to come out. Jade shook her head slowly, both at the girl, and Angel.

If you enjoy having full use of your body, freeze.

::While the hunter's words seem to be aimed at nobody in particular, his eyes darting back and forth from Jade to his main target - Deity - it takes but a moment to realize he's speaking to Miyuki. He'd like to keep her out of this just as much as anyone else would, actually. A few more quiet beeps of lesser frequency sound from Angel's head, though this time he shows no physical acknowledgement. From across the room, Deity curses under his breath, his vermillion orbs narrowing for a moment. Soon, however, his eyes seem drawn directly to Angellus' gun. Like a magnifying glass, he finds himself unable to focus on anything but the barrel of the gun, which is trained directly at his eyes to begin with.::

...J...Jade, you...sh-shouldn't....

::The tall Tonepian begins to speak, but his words sound slurred, slipping from his lips with little energy. His previously tensed posture begins to loosen as his eyelids droop, his lips now weakly mouthing out words that never make it to anyone's ears. Still, all he can really see now is the gun itself, his vision blurry and red. His sclerae themselves seem to darken now as he watches in silence.

As Angel hears Jade's words, seeing none of this, he smiles slightly, tilting his head off to the right. In a condescending tone, he answers her, nodding once.::

You're right...I hate waiting.

::Without another blink of hesitation, his left finger squeezes the trigger, Humility discharging a single round with a thunderous crack. Screaming across the room, the disoriented Deity doesn't attempt to move, nor does he even see the bullet coming. With a sickening pop, the white wall behind him is sprayed with a thick red mist as his hat is blown off. His upper body rocking backward violently, shards of his skull spread backward across the floor and wall, his knees buckling upon impact. From the top of his scarf and up, nothing resembling a head remains, a vertical spurt of blood from behind it dripping to the floorboards below as the decapitated devil's body collapses with a dead thud.::

...ouch.

"No!" The warrior shouted in gruntal voice - here as soon as he could get he from halfway across the planet. But he was too late.

He had sensed it - sensed it all.

The great and mighty Prince of all Saiya-jins stood and could merely watch.

Of all the death. Of all the gore. Of all the lives he had seen slip into the darkness of the afterworld...

And as similar it was to everything he had seen for years, he was sickened and outraged.

But all he could do was stand and watch.

And think: How could this have happened?

But he didn't go into battle-mode. He went into a state of shock and horror as he looked at Jade...

Jade's ears twitched back towards Deity as he spoke, hearing her name come weakly from his lips. She slowly started to turn her head towards him, thoguh her eyes remained trained on Angel. Her eyes widened as the words left Angel's mouth and her head spun around in sync with the bullet leaving the barrell.

Time seemed to slip into slow motion for Jade, her eyes tracking the bullet up until the point it made contact with Deity. Then every thing became a blur of blood red. And silent. She didn't hear his body hit the floor, she didn't hear the splatter against the back wall. She didn't even hear Angel's last comment.

The girl didn't even make a noise as she sank limply to her knees, arms hanging like rags at her sides. Even her tail was lifeless as she knelt on the floor, looking forward at where Deity had once been standing.

Her mouth hung open, quivering lightly as she stared blankly forwards. She didn't hear any one around her, lost in silence for the moment...

Valin looked at that which remained of a man.

"May the Force watch over you, friend..."

Suddenly, a lightsaber hilt flowed forth from the sleeve of his cloak and into his right palm. And a blade of blood red flowed forth from the metal tube. A blade of hate and fury.

But Valin opened himself to the living Force and let it fill his body, looking into the future for something - anything. But it had only given him this image... of a body lifeless on the floor... that was why he had come here. It gave him nothing now, sadly.

He stared at the murderer, "Lay down your arms. In the name of the Jedi Order, you are under arrest."

Noble words.

But they never worked.

User was in front of Jade in an instance, taking her in his arms.

She shouldn't see this. He felt movement and the crazy-man make a statement of 'arrest', holding a blade of red energy.

The Saiya-jin Prince could simply hold her and not let her look. He wasn't going to let her see her lover lying there. So he simply held his back against the scene of blood and gore.

For he knew that even he could not look either.

That was anti-climactic...

::Raising his left-handed gun upward and starting on a slow pace in the direction of his fallen target, another beep from his right eye signifies the arrival of the Saiya-jin boy, what's-his-name. They've never properly met, but Charade has seen him before. Either way, none of them are of any consequence now. With his mission over, he can head back home. First, of course, he must check the body. As he moves, he hears the words of the cloaked man behind him, likely not knowing who or what he is. He responds with a blatant disregard for his statement and a nonchalant wave of his left-handed gun, letting User pass him by.::

Oh, can it.

::Giving brief glances around his shoulders at everyone present, he lowers the sight on Pride from Jade and slips the other gun into his right shoulder-holster, bringing his right-handed weapon around to aim at Deity near the stage. His pace slows slightly as he looks at the young Saiya-jin girl, his expression falling blank as he moves. He normally doesn't work in front of his target's companions, but this one was so unlike the others; it was hard to get him alone and vulnerable at the same time.

Before he knows it, Angellus has almost reached Deity, now coming to a complete halt as he turns around to look down at him. Raising Pride and training it upon the Mystic devil's lifeless form, he slowly steps around and over cranial matter on the floor, gorey shards of flesh and bone littering the floorboards. It's a grisly sight, small streams of blood finding their way down from the wall to create slowly-growing puddles at the base.

Coming to a stop around six feet away, Angellus stays silent for a few moments longer before pulling his aim away and safely behind his head, muttering to himself.::

Guess that's it...I'll be outta h--

::He's cut off by a few rapid-fire resounding beeps in his eye, indicating a sign of life. Thinking the computer is inaccurately reading someone else, he spins his vision around, seeing everyone in the same catatonic state that they were before. Nobody's moved a muscle.::

::There is a thud of boots hitting the floor, a drawn-out wooden creak sending a shiver up Charade's back. Just as he spins back around to check his target's prone body, a revived Deity is kneeling on the ground on his right knee, that same inebriated look in his eye now focused on Angel's face. He wears neither his glasses nor his hat, his blood-soaked hair drooping down and coating his face with the red liquid. A look of horror consuming his expression, the slayer swings his gun down to fire again. Before he can, however, the Mystic devil plants his blood-soaked right hand to the floor and kicks up with his left leg, his boot smacking heavily into the Orinian boy's right forearm.

His upper body jerking in a clockwise rotation, Angel's bionic right arm flails up and releases the gun, which sails up and in the direction of the bar area. The slayer stumbles back in reaction toward the club entrance, that look of silenced shock still in his eye. Deity, on the other hand, appears to have used up the last of whatever energy he had in his tank. As if losing his balance, his arm buckles after the kick and he collapses again, tumbling to his right with his head banging harshly against the wall. His eyes are dulled and darkened as before as he sits, looking dazedly down in a pool of his own blood.::