[Suzerain of Sheol]

Okay... just wait for him to turn on Syrgei, good... now to make my escape.

...damn it. Don't do this to me, conscience. Don't you--

Lys damn it!

Just as her former guildmate bounces off the planted form of this monstrous gunman -- really, what was he thinking? -- Tsaerri grits her teeth through the pain in her leg and launches herself forward in a dead sprint, her bare feet thankfully light enough on the hard wood to not draw their assailant's attention.

With a final leap, she springs onto the man's back in a death-clutch, tearing her dress in the process and wrenching his head back. She wastes no time pulling her pistol out of the ether and blowing a hole through the side of his head before he can shake her off.

The momentum carries his now-lifeless body in a tumble down the stairs, which she only narrowly avoids with a hard fall on the landing, right on her injured leg.

"Ughh..." she grunts with clenching eyes, clutching at the wound. Why did this always happen to her, whenever this idiot showed up in her life? Everything would have been fine if he just hadn't been here.