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Rashida and Cassie move back to back as the now malevolent serving mechs begin to close in. With a soft 'plump' Cassies lap bag falls into her hands even as Ysillith arrives with a 'clang' to crouch upon the smashed light fitting that only seeming moments before had so inconvenienced the form of Wowbagger.

"Strewth! Doesn't that thing know when to shut the fek up?" The Captain asks rhetorically, not seeming to care that the theater's systems capture her irreverent comments and make them plainly audible to those watching above. As Cassie's hands instinctively move to the small silver weapon within its folds Ysillith's whip is sweeping out and slashing, carving ruin and destruction through the mob of mechanica.

"See? This is why I said we should have taken some time fer salvage. Mu kitten would have had a field day down here!" She declares standing tall and proud, even as she keeps the encroaching mod of menial mechanicals back. The clear space allowing Rashida and Cassie some room to breath, plan and act.

She glances at Rashida and Cassie, "So...what now, luv?" (^_~)

From the regal booths a scintillating green beam flickers forth for but a moment. It's flash of colour almost indistinguishable from some of the venting clouds of colour-steam around it.

For but a brief instant there is an eldritch green line of pencil thin energy connecting the tall figure in the booth and that of the equipment over the stage. Then...gravity is allowed to exert is influence over one of the larger spot-light fixtures. The fall, silent. The effect...

*WHUMP!* dramatic as the great metal device slams down on Wowbagger.

*Bront slides over to the small closet where the maid had disappeared into. The girl might have been adjusting something about her dress...but she'd been taking far too long at something like a simple wardrobe malfunction.*

*He absently tugs again at the stiff, starched white collar constricting his bull-neck, even as he 'pats' the door open with the heel of a boot, his eye sliding to glance into the space from the corner of an eye.*

The waiter, empty tray tucked under one arm as they deftly catch a moments breath between serving the genteel clientele, blinks in surprise as the cupboard besides him swings open. He turns, steps in to check that all is as it should be.

*Bront's gaze notes the service way hatch hidden within the space of the cupboard and he sneers. Reaching out a thick finger jabs the control button molded cleverly into the facade and the hatch slides up, opening the space beyond. He looms into the empty space...eyes scanning the deserted catwalk, thence down for any tell tale scuff marks...*

*He notes the fallen tray, which he bends down and retrieves. The his eyes alight upon the scrap of paper dropped beneath it. His thick fingers quickly sweeping this morsel up and tucked into a sleeve space.*

*The girl had disappeared...probably taken by some Theater technician for trespassing back into the colour-steam works...Or maybe not...Bront steps back and secures the service hatch before stepping back out and closing the cupboard's door.*

Satisfied all is as it should be, the waiter moves back towards the serving table to refile his tray and returning his service to the clientele.

Ysillith follows along behind Rashida. As the smaller woman works her way through the narrower side streets, th4e better to try and obfuscate their path, she cant help but notice Ysillith trailing her. Though, whether this is because of the greater freedom of movement her trouser-ed legs have or Ysillith's post-fight state she is unsure...

As she furtively glances back, she wonders if the taller woman was resting her weight upon the strange brass staff quite so much before...

Lieutenant Kurtz motions to on of his men, even as he himself quickly sprints across to the indicated alley. with two officers close behind. The previous pair nod at their lieutenant's hand signals and continue to race along the main street, onwards to try and get to the other end of the alley way.

Peering around carefully, Kurtz does not immediately see his quarry. He frowns, wondering how fast the stranger might be, remembering her loose clothing and very...athletic build. Making his decision he resumes the chase, though his eyes dart to either side checking into door-ways and such, as he races along the alleys' length.

Lieutenant Kurtz bristles visibly at the woman's lewd behavior and now overtly vulgar display.

"Madame Captain Mearlleux. You leave me no choice." His stance changing to one of stiff military precision, his following men at arms instantly mirroring his straightening to attention.

"I charge thee with indecent and improper behavior. Resisting..."

The horned woman moves. One end of her staff clicks open even as she sweeps said item down and across the street. Where she points a scintillating green beam lances forth, striking the pavement and cobble stones and instantly blowing them into a billowing cloud of dust.

The lieutenant and his men's reflexes are nothing short of military precision, pulling their side arms and snapping their arms forwards to shoot into the roiling, billowing cloud of stone dust.

BLAM! BLAM!

With one arm covering their faces the gendarmes advance, though a pair quickly move side ways to give their comrades an angle of potential covering fire and support as they move to close upon their target.

Only to see billowing coat tales disappearing around the nearest corner, quickly followed by a shrill woman's scream.

The lieutenant gives curt hand signals, even as he runs towards the building's corner. Two of his men race along the far side of the street ready to add their covering fire to his own as he gingerly peers around the side of the building his mow fleeing quarry has turned.