#fenixtj

A narrow look, well, glance at the sidhe's face. "Where you out of, anyways? Local?"

"Oh yes. And I can see what Bianci doesn't." He says "You are retaking what's yours. Doubt is spreading. I'll return all her dross to you if you leave this to be our litttle secret and let me have this workshop continue. And no, I'm..n ot a local. "

"An' if I says no, you gonna what? Use me fer fuckin' target practice?"

"Oh this is empty? see? " he shows " I can't harm you now can I?"

"YOu damn right! " Bianci says "And forget it, you talk about how I ain't an charge in more than you can go to hell! Deal's off"

"I ain' said now. So what? If I says no, then what?" And she waves off Bianci's comments as if swatting away an annoying gnat.

TWeak notices one of the goblins IS armed, and raising a gun behind Bianci

"DROP IT," she points at the goblin. "Fuckin' NOW!"

Bianci turns to see what's being talkked about

Then she yanks her hand back, to complete the gimmix bunk to yank the gun out of his hand.

...and into her own grip.

And so it is! The bullet goes off...but hits a wall because it was spinning in the air at the time.

Bianci pales as she realizes that Tweak just saved her life.

The Balor sighs "Kill them."

Armed, Tweak immediately fires, point blank, at the sidhe. If she had a fraction more time to think, she might realize this is a Really Bad Idea, but....

The cold iron shrapnel flies out of the musket and ...

Frozen, she stares at the sidhe she just shot.

The balor screams.. and falls onto his face... gasping, rasping. Lucky to be alive. As a gun fight breaks out all over, goblins vs everyone else

"Shit, bail! Get out!" She waves the others back to the exit, firing back at the attackers, but aiming high.

Folks retreat. Focusing now on oakenshields and spells of wayfare... and webbing spews as Nec slows down their pursuers... the non goblins are DEFINITELY Tweak's again.

Some are wounded, and Tweak fills the banality threatening her, had she killed that bastard, with COLD IRON she... crap

And Symond grabs her hand "Boss lady, you got to keep us together as you get us home."

"Mierda...mierda...." Tweak mutters over and over, scowling back at the door for a moment, then nodding to Symond. "...el hogar... home...okay." She shakes her head. "Fuck...."

A bit of glamour flows into her, the wilder feeding the grump

A wide-eyed look at Nec.