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"What are we to do?" A cultist asked Ovus, the woman standing silently and just as statue-esque as before. The woman had dark red hair, obviously dyed, tied into a bun.

Sister Ovus' bun was for battle, she stood where she had as she awaited the inevitable battle. They had chosen a bank in the business district, the police were obviously going to arrive quickly.

"We fight our way out. A show of power." The woman said, a Russian accent coating her words. "We need to eliminate their cover. If only Umwa was here."

"Make use of your fire." Ovus ordered, several cultists approaching the entrance to the bank. In their hands were molotov cocktails, firebombs.

What better way to get the police to scatter from their cover than fire?

"We don't mind you rare, but we'll settle for charred until well done." A cultist shouted, he and the others stepping out tossing their cocktails towards the law.