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Nadiah made the gaze into intense focus and drew her pistol. She fired hard right at the pugnaciously watching man and with blinding speed a bolas came out and incarcerated the mans legs as he fell to the ground. He screamed and thrashed as the loud crack suggested that Nadiah had been forceful. Fenrir jumped on the man pawing with heavy claws and using his teeth he shredded his jacket and waistcoat as the man fearfully beat his fists against the great wolfs muzzle. The third who had been so passive came after Nadiah coming to close quarters.

"Lady I was boxing champion in Whitfield. You've nothing to touch on me!" He threw a cross hook and Nadiah ducked and swung Vinur. While the gun bedded it's thorns through his jacket and foreseeably his skin, Nadiah became aware of her unbalanced stanceas her coat bundled at the ground. She tucked her tail forward for balance and made a crescent with Svikali so as to bring the mans left hook over across himself. She turned both guns to each other and fired, bringing a chain that connected the twin barrels. She wrapped them around his crossed arms clipping them at three revolutions. He flailed at her as she turned to land, her fingers touching the roof through her triggers as she brought up her feet in a kick that cracked across his nose. As the other foot landed on the ground, Nadiah clipped her pistols to her belt and dragged the defeated braggart with her. Nadiah smiled wickedly,"Boxing i'nt my style."

Kayla shied off a few pulses and struck her assailant in the chest. Filled with blinded anger, she grabbed his shirt and barreled over him kicking out his legs. He blindly swung back into her open hand, where in one twist she felt a sickening snap in his wrist. She stepped and turned on a single boot and kicked once more at the mans flailing leg with yet another horrid crack. Kayla gagged in her mouth as she walked away. Her coat flourished as she turned around keeping her eyes locked on the attacker. Fenrir dragged suit his share to the broken mess Kayla had made and finally Nadiah threw a mangled punctured man to the two that lay there stewing and drew her pistols.

"Levi and Damian Zhailov." Fenrir spat. "If I don't get a time and a place, some heads are gonna roll." The far left that Nadiah had wrung around scrambled to the side and began to rise up. He jumped back against the balls of his feet off the train. With the nonchalant ease that she carried Nadiah cocked her pistol and fired true. The shot hid his forehead, bursting his brains out the back of his skull. He tumbled and hit the ground a thudding corpse dead in the air and shot without a second thought. There were two left shivering at their fate, and only imagining the impossible odds of survival.